by Billi Jean
“I thought it would make it easier, you know, on you. And me,” she whispered, then said even quieter, “When, you know, you, well, leave again.”
It took a second for her words to penetrate and less time for him to haul her up into his arms until her feet didn’t touch the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist with a surprised ‘oh’, and looped her arms around his neck automatically and stared down at him in shock.
“Mac!”
He rested his head against her chest and inhaled her sweet scent. Nothing smelt like Mandy. Even just out of the ocean, she smelt soft and warm, sweet. “Sugar, I’m not leaving. Say it after me,” he said, lifting his head to watch her face.
She smiled and gently bumped their foreheads. “Are you sure?”
“Mandy, listen to me.” He hitched her up higher in his arms by her lush ass and concentrated on making this right. She was offering him a chance. Mandy didn’t come clean often, especially if she thought she’d expose a weakness. She’d done that for him, exposed her fear, an idiot fear of him wanting something she wasn’t, but still she’d revealed a lot. He could only do the same for her.
“I told you I rushed things that night, but what I didn’t say was I’d waited for you forever and couldn’t let another day go by without making you mine.”
He watched her grey eyes shimmer with unshed tears and pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips.
“Shhh, sugar, hear me out. Things should have waited.” He tightened his arms on her when she shook her head silently. “Mandy, you were only twenty. I should have waited. No”—he pressed a kiss to her lips when she opened in protest. He looked deep into her eyes, marvelling at how the darker browns looked like shards of amber against the lighter grey of her eyes.
She grimaced and caressed his jaw over his scar, blinking back the tears.
“I was pissed off at myself, not you. Just like I was earlier. I have no right to demand forever from you now. But I want it. I want more, sugar. I—” He broke off and struggled to say what he really meant. He simply shook his head. There was nothing for him if not her. “I need more.” He needed her. He needed her like he needed oxygen.
She softened in his arms, and rested her head back down on his, running her soft hands over his jaw and into his hair. She looked deep into his eyes for so long that he thought she had to see how much he loved her. Soon, when he got them out of this shit, he was telling her.
“I need more, too,” she whispered the words, but he felt them deep inside, like she’d hit a tuning fork against his soul.
It was the bravest thing she’d ever said to him, he realised. She trembled a little when she spoke and he caught the quiver of her lips against his. She still didn’t trust him completely and he wanted to beat the hell out of her stepdad all over again. Sarge had done this to her, made her insecure of others’ feelings. But her stepdad hadn’t been the only one. He knew, now, that he’d done the rest.
“I won’t let you down again, Mandy.” He’d be there for her, right by her, for the rest of his time on this fucked-up earth.
“You never let me down, Mac—”
“I did. I said things that night I never should have and look what happened. Five years of missing you.”
Mandy rubbed her cheek to his. Had anything ever felt so perfect?
“You missed me?”
“I did. Drove the men nuts looking for you.” Mac grinned and kissed her jaw.
“You did?” She sounded happy about that so he gave her more.
“Yeah, beat the shit out of Larry ‘cause he was supposed to be watching you.”
“Mac! You did not!”
Mac had had enough. He was in pain. His body was tight, harder than hell and he needed to feel her in his arms. He kissed her, pulling her hips down at the same time so she could feel his erection against her pussy, and he covered her mouth with all the pent-up lust simmering in his veins. She responded with a soft exhalation against his face and thrust her eager tongue along his. He winced, so hot for her the mere pressure of that pink little tongue had his brain popping with images of her on her knees sucking the pain right out of his cock. She tasted perfect, felt so sweet in his arms that he shoved his hands inside the back of her pants and gripped her bare, rounded ass.
“Mac!” she cried. “We have too many clothes on.”
“Yeah. Damn, sugar, I need you.” He set her down then quickly pulled her top back off. He threw it over his shoulder and immediately filled his hands with her rounded breasts. She wore a lacy bra that revealed the hard points of her nipples poking up for attention. “No more bikinis unless I’m right there with you. Damn, you kill me,” he growled, loving it when she laughed and tugged at his belt. She got it open but not before he had the buttons on her pants pulled free and the fabric shoved down past her matching white lace panties. She laughed and nearly fell trying to kick them off but she managed to keep her lips mashed to his and slip her warm fingers inside his boxers to his erection. It felt incredible. Holy hell, five years of jacking off and he could feel his body surging up ready to blow just from her warm grip. She used both of her soft hands to stroke around the swollen head and down the stalk with the perfect amount of pressure. Had he ever been so hard? He felt like his dick weighed a ton.
Their lips broke apart when she cupped his balls. She did something with her fingers and he came up for air with a husky groan.
“Son of a—”
“More kisses, less swearing,” she whispered and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth.
He peeled her panties off and managed to unleash her breasts from the bra in no time flat. A second later he cupped two perfect globes of flesh in his palms. The lush tops spilled over his hands and he dived down, sucking one tight nipple in his mouth. She gasped above him and stroked his cock with tight, long passes he instantly loved. On a downward pass she did that thing with his balls and broke free to groan into the valley he had made of her breasts.
“Damn, baby, do that again. Ah, God, just like that. Cup my balls, that’s so fucking right.”
She shivered and did what he said while he rose up to take a hot kiss from her wet lips. Her breasts pressed against his chest while he touched every inch of her he could reach. “So big, God, how did you fit inside me?”
“Ah, baby, we’re going to find out, eh?”
He pulled her hands free and picked her up, kicking his pants off and released her mouth from his long enough to scan the area. A rocky shelf not ten feet away and half in the water made him groan in relief. “I’m going to eat you out on that rock, baby, then we’re going to see about fitting ‘cause I’m near to blowing just from that hand of yours.”
“Oh, God, Mac, talk dirty to me.”
“Shit, you’re going to make me come with those sexy demands.” He laughed and choked on his words, meeting her grey eyes and recognising the happiness bursting from her. He felt the same. “I’ll do more than talk dirty to you, Mandy. You remember how good it was, how wet you get from my mouth? I’m dining on that sugar-coated pussy now, baby.”
“Oh, Mac, I want to taste you too.”
He nearly dropped her on the rock and barely caught a fist around his erection to stop the immediate rush to orgasm at the thought of her mouth on him. The fantasy of her pink lips spreading wide to take him in had kept him sleepless for five years. “Holy—we’re doing that. Damn, I might need your mouth on my cock daily.”
“Mmm, think you deserve that much sugar, huh?” She went back on her elbows and lifted one leg to rub her small foot along his shaft. “You’re pretty wide, think I can manage you?”
He wasn’t small. He had some girth that made him nearly have a heart attack the first time he’d fucked her for fear of harming her. But he wanted to see her suck him, take him in her mouth, and drive him wild. She would too. She was now.
“I guess you’ll have to practise—”
“‘Cause practice makes perfect, huh?” She laughed lightly and sat up to kiss him again.
“Hell, yeah, haven’t I always told you that? Now, spread those pretty thighs for me. Let me see you. All of you.”
Surprising him, Mandy slowly eased back, hot as hell on her elbows, and lifted one foot up on the smooth rocky ledge, letting her knee fall to the side. Sexy didn’t even begin to describe her, he thought. She was liquid gold, desirable beyond words. He sucked in a lungful of air and held it at the image she presented. Jesus, she was gorgeous. She had a tiny, pink pussy with the smallest, most amazing lips, thin, lush, and erotic.
“Holy fuck, Mandy.” He squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his control. It was that or drop a nut on the spot. “Jesus.” Slowly he got the tension to blow back under wraps and opened his eyes to her again.
She blushed, but she reached up with her foot again and rubbed it up his stomach to his chest playfully. “You like?”
Like? Like wasn’t even in the realm of what seeing her did to him. She was his. This was his woman, spread for him, eager for him. “Damn, baby, you’re so beautiful. I love your pussy.”
Laughing she shook her head and wrinkled her nose. “You’re crazy.”
He got down on his knees and kissed the inside of her slender legs, breathing her in. Sweet, sugary Mandy. “For you, only for you.”
He caressed a hand up her knee to her inner thigh, loving how her breathing caught and started again. Her flat stomach tightened, and her mound flushed slightly. “You’re bare.”
“Mmm, hum…”
“How long?” He was such a jealous bastard.
Mandy opened her eyes and he nearly bit her she looked so damn sexy, hot, aroused and ready for so much.
“I got lasered. For you. When you left. It was…”
The jealousy eating at his gut disappeared. “Something you thought I’d want.”
He saw that now, saw it perfectly. He’d teased her with it, but, truth was, he’d loved her blonde curls. He loved her now too, though. Bare and so smooth.
“It’s damn beautiful, but so were your curls, sugar.” He parted her with his fingers, being careful to be gentle. His heart beat hard enough that it felt like it was hitting his ribs. She watched him shyly, nervous but also as turned on as he was. By his words, he thought.
“Bare, and so fucking hot, look at you.” She had the most beautiful pussy and ass. She was naturally creamy skinned and tanned to an amazing darker cream. Her tan lines were barely there, string marks around her hips and a lighter triangle where her womanly curves waited for him. Like a beacon, it drew him until he had to slide a kiss down the inside of her knee, past her lean thigh and on to the soft flesh on the inside crease where her leg met her plumpness.
Mandy moaned softly, reached down to touch the back of his head, and left her hand there to tug at his hair. That was all the encouragement he needed. Her sweet scent intoxicated him and he leaned in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss right over the glistening, delicate flesh.
Sweet, liquid silk met his lips. Her taste rocked him, the memory of her nothing compared to the reality of having her addictive flavour on his tongue. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t linger, too far gone to do more than drive her quickly to the edge.
Above him, Mandy arched her back and pressed her hips towards his fingers. He smiled at how eager she was for this. She was so hot, so his. Her shyness had melted, and he tightened his hands on her legs, realising she was watching him hungrily. Her eyes were bright with arousal, her breath hard and fast. Each exhalation made her breasts quiver and drove him crazy to have her.
He’d made her orgasm that night from sucking on her breasts and fingering her. She’d cried out so sweetly, completely overcome with her first experience of pleasure. Now she focused on him, her grey eyes making him hotter.
“Are you touching yourself?”
He nodded at her whispered question. “Damn right. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you watch, later. Much fucking later.”
Mandy bit her lip and pressed into his hand. “Oh yeah, I want that. Later? Now. Now, Mac, I want you.”
Instead of answering, because Mac simply couldn’t, he found her little clit and circled it with his tongue, thrusting one finger slowly, carefully inside. His body hardened until he felt like he couldn’t take one minute more without driving in where his finger explored. She was soft, so soft and warm. And tight. He groaned into her flesh, and stroked himself harder. She cried out when he pursed his lips over the tight bud and flicked his tongue over it while he thrust into her in time to his own strokes. She fell back on the rocky shelf and he groaned again as her breasts bounced. He wanted to fuck her there, between both lush mounds. She’d love it, he knew that now, knew by some insane instinct that the time apart had only made them that much more desperate for each other.
She wrapped a slender leg around his head and moaned again. The sound hit him hard. His cock felt harder than it’d ever been in his life. Carefully he entered her with two fingers, pumping harder, faster, while he suckled lightly.
“Mac, oh, yes, yes, yes, don’t stop, don’t—”
Mandy’s cry ended on a soft wail and her slim thighs trembled against his jaw. Her body tightened on his fingers. In his hand, his shaft flooded, his balls drew up and he had just enough sense to soften his attack on her delicate body as he shot his load. Deep, hard spurts that felt dragged from his toes spilled over his hand, increasing the pleasure to an incredible degree. A long, deep groan broke past his lips as he desperately fought to stay upright. The intensity of the pleasure hadn’t stopped before he rose up, took her mouth with his, and positioned himself. One slow thrust of his hips and his erection slid along her wetness.
“Baby, look at me,” he ordered. He needed this. Needed to see her as he made them one. Some instinct drove him to nudge her with his head, kissing her mouth to get her to look at him. When she did, Mac straightened his arms, holding himself up above her to stare down at her flushed face. Mandy reached up and cupped his jaw.
“More, oh, God, I need to feel you, Mac, I’ve forgotten how. Make me feel again,” she whispered.
“Ah, God, baby.” He nudged her body, still ready to fuck for hours. He’d just come so hard he still shivered from the orgasm but the urge to pin her down and plunge into her beat at him. Instead of giving in, he positioned himself by touch, and slowly, carefully pressed forward watching her closely as he slipped inside her wet entrance. Her eyes widened, but her gaze stayed steady and needy on his. Edging farther inside, he grimaced at the tight grip her body had on him. She was so small, but so silky wet he eased in bit by bit. She arched up so her breasts trembled under him and angled her hips so he could go deeper. Unable to pass up the chance to taste her, he bent and caught a nipple, drawing on it hungrily.
“Oh, yes, Mac, more, please, more.”
He guided his hips back, then harder forward, slowly back then inside her with more power on the next pass. She moaned, and under his lips her nipple tightened to a hard, luscious point. She gripped his wrists tight, holding him as if he might go away. His heart felt near to bursting but he kept up the slow steady invasion until with a sudden harder moan she surged her hips down when he thrust up. The first full feel of her nearly had him spilling. His back jerked tight. Under him, she cried out, not from pain, but from another orgasm.
Ghost light fingers raced down his spine as he watched her through the pleasure she experienced. She was so beautiful, he bent down until their bodies were meshed together, breast to chest, and took her mouth in a desperate kiss as he started to take her the way he needed to. After only two firm, hard lunges he began to feel the rush to orgasm and fought it, trying to make this last. Mandy cried out his name and dug her nails into his shoulders.
“God, yeah, yeah, baby, that’s it. Give it to me. Give it to me.”
“Mac, oh, God.”
“So tight, you’re killing me here. So damn good, that’s it, that’s it.” He pinned her arms tight to the rock so he could ravish her neck and jaw with his mouth, kissing and biting as he became more frantic and out of contr
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“Yes, yes, like that! Mac, oh please, please.”
“Please what, baby? You want me harder?” He smacked his hips against her once and she cried out, her body beginning to tremble again.
“Mac!”
Her cry was all the permission he needed.
Mac let go and surged inside her until his balls pressed tight to her tender flesh. His mind flooded with her, the taste, smell, sound of her, the feel of her body surrounding him as he possessed her in turn. He lost his control and frantically reached for the pleasure tightening along his spine and shivering down his ass to grip his balls. Her pussy constricted around every inch of his cock, milking him in another orgasm.
“Yes, oh, please, please, Mac.”
That was it, he felt the edge rush up and slam into him. He called out her name and gave her everything he had. His hands tightened on the rounded curves of her hips, as he sought the lush cushion of her breasts so he could draw madly at the soft flesh. His body jerked and he released inside her as deep as he could get.
Slowly the sound of the surf and Mandy’s caresses registered over the languid feeling of every muscle in his body turning to mush.
“Ah, damn, sugar.” Mac lifted up, feeling weak, and looked down at her face. Her face was flushed and her pretty eyes flared when their gazes met. When she slid her hand over his chest, and up to where his knife scar ran along his jaw, he thought his heart might grow too big for his chest.
“This scares me, Mac.”
Mac knew she meant the old wound, but he tried to tease her, feeling as if he might fall apart on her if he didn’t. She had him in knots. So damn sweet, warm, and all his, finally. He laughed, not missing how she bit her lip at the sensation of his body flexing inside hers. “You scare me too, baby. I’m nearly drained, but one more round, huh?”
With a little gasp, she burst out in a laugh and shook her head. “I scare you? I doubt it, babe. But this, though”—she turned serious, but the little devil wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her feet above his ass like she was more than happy to have him inside her—“this scares me. I don’t want you doing this anymore, Mac. This fighting.”