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Even our silly banter is sexy as f**k. On Tuesday, she started the most ridiculous text conversation ever. I was in a deposition but luckily, I wasn’t the one asking the questions this time. All I had to do was sit there, look interested, and object every once in a while. It went something like this…
Mac: Are you like my boyfriend now?
Me: I’m not sure. Don’t I have to ask you to go steady or something?
Mac: Good question. Grade school was too long ago.
Me: Let me see if I can figure this out. Do boyfriends get bl*w j*bs from their girlfriends?
Mac: Definitely!
Me: Do boyfriends get to go down on their girlfriends as often as they like?
Mac: Most assuredly!
Me: Do boyfriends get to f**k their girlfriends senseless?
Mac: I’m horny.
Me: Focus and answer the question.
Mac: Yes! Yes, they do!
Me: Unfortunately, I don’t think we are technically boyfriend/girlfriend yet. We’re not doing any of those things.
Mac: :(
Me: Did you just sad face me?
Mac: Yup.
Me: Tragic.
Mac: I know. You know, you could fix this and just have sex with me.
Me: All in good time.
Fortunately, the conversation was just funny enough to forestall me getting a full-blown woody during the deposition, and I know I had a stupid smile on my face the entire time.
The rest of the week was filled with similar feel-good stuff. We had dinner a few nights with plenty of lighthearted conversation and although I walked her to her door each night, she couldn’t tempt me to come back in and “tuck her in” again. I refused, simply because I just didn’t think I had the willpower to be near her na**d body and not f**k her.
One night, we both ended up working late. We ordered Chinese and sat in my office talking about the law, even getting into a heated debate over the death penalty. It was fun arguing with her and let’s face it… she’s hot as hell when she gets angry and her br**sts heaved with passion for her cause. And that, of course, made me want to f**k her.
But I stayed strong.
Yeah… the week was pretty f**king perfect the time we spent together, with the exception of my battle with blue balls. I stopped by Mac’s office this evening before I left. We had not made any formal plans for our Friday night date, but when I popped my head in and asked if she wanted to come by my apartment for dinner, she smiled at me so brightly that she would have put the sun to shame. Yes, I know what a big deal that was… inviting Mac to my home. In fact, I seem to clearly remember telling her once that I never brought the women I was just f**king there.
She sees now… for sure, that I view her as far more than that.
She sees now, that I am taking seriously this effort to open myself up to the potential of having a real relationship with someone.
When she rang the doorbell to my apartment, going on now twenty-five minutes ago, I had every intention of inviting her in and having her relax with a glass of wine while I finished cooking dinner. I expected we’d talk, flirt a little, and then eat.
And then… maybe after we cleaned the kitchen, we’d head into the living room and make out for a while. Eventually, I’d f**k her… several times in fact, and then we could drift into an exhausted sleep.
Didn’t work out that way though.
When I opened the door, I was hit with a myriad of feelings. First, foremost, and always, I was hit with desire. She was just stunning in nothing more than a pair of jeans and some flowy, gauzy blouse that hung off her shoulders. Her hair was long and loose, her eyes sparkling.
I also felt just happiness seeing her… knowing that my evening was going to be filled with more than just good f**king. I’m talking about scintillating conversation, and I know Mac is going to have me laughing my ass off.
And finally, I felt excitement for the newness of our relationship and all the things that we’d be exploring not only this night, but also in the nights to come. I had given in to the realization that Mac wasn’t Marissa, and while the concept of trust still gives me constipation, I do have to admit that Mac differs from Marissa in so many ways that I just can’t put her in an apples to apples category.
In other words, I have to give her the benefit of the doubt.
I stood there, just staring at Mac, and she eyed the corkscrew that was in my hand as I was just getting ready to open the wine.
“That’s not a new sexual toy you bought to use on me, is it?” she asked, looking at the corkscrew dubiously. “It looks like it may hurt. ”
I flashed a grin and stepped back so she could come in. “I don’t need toys to use on you, baby. ”
And that was the truth. Didn’t mean I won’t use toys on her at some point, but I don’t have to.
“No, you don’t,” she agreed with enough sexual praise in her voice that I started obsessing on getting through dinner so we could skip straight ahead to the f**king part. I could feel my control starting to slip and my well-orchestrated plans on a slow seduction started to unravel.
“Come in the kitchen,” I told her. “I’m finishing up dinner. ”
“Smells delish… What are we having?”
“Nothing fancy. Just a quick, chicken casserole. I’m not that great of a cook. ”
“Then I’m very impressed that you are trying to cook for me. I think you might get lucky tonight. ”
Fuck… the promise in her voice sent lust through body, straight through to my cock, and I started to get hard. I pulled one of the wine bottles from the rack beside my refrigerator and opened it. Swallowing hard, I poured a glass and told her, “We’re both getting lucky tonight. ”
Taking the glass from my hand, she murmured, “You’re very good at this. ”
“What’s that?” I asked her, watching her over the rim of my glass as I took a sip.
“Dating me… trying to give me a relationship. It’s more than I expected, so thank you. ”
Okay, that was it… she could look like a million bucks, rock the sexy factor all night long, make sexual innuendo that had my blood firing hot, and I still might have made it through dinner without touching her. But hearing the tone of her voice… how grateful and proud she was of me that I was giving our relationship a chance, about had my knees buckling with painful need.
Setting my wineglass down, I walked up to Mac and took her free hand, pressing my lips to the inside of her wrist. I could feel her pulse leap against me.
With my other hand, I took her wineglass away and set it on the counter. “You know, I told myself I wasn’t going to touch you when you got here, but when I opened my door and saw you, I knew that was a lie. ”
I took her other wrist and pulled it to my mouth, this time licking it first, then giving it a soft kiss, causing Mac to gasp. “Then I told myself I would wait until after dinner to have you, but now… touching you… tasting you like this…” I kissed her wrist again. “Well, I knew that was lie, too. ”
Dropping only one of her hands, I turned and walked to my oven, pulling her along with me. Shutting the heat off, I didn’t say a word, just led Mac out of the kitchen, through my living room, and back to my bedroom. I walked up to the edge of my bed and turned her around.
I liked seeing her standing in front of my bed… in my room.
Framing her face with my hands, I pulled her toward me and conveyed to her my feelings with a kiss. That I really liked her in my bedroom, standing in front of my bed.
I deepened the kiss so it told her that I would like it more to have her laying on it, spread eagled and naked.
I let my hands roam everywhere, because I had been deprived of touching her for too long.
Digging my fingers into her hip, I pulled her close, so my erection just lightly touched against her stomach.
I palmed one of her br**sts, gently squeezing it.
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sp; I trailed my fingers lightly over her collarbone, across her shoulder, and down the outside of her arm.
All of these touches were so gentle but make no mistake about it… I was vibrating with need. Mac was too, for that matter, because she was the one that stepped in closer to rub against my dick. She was the one that urgently whispered, “More,” and when I didn’t give it to her, she whispered, “Please”.
I finally relented, pulled her blouse over her head, and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I didn’t take any time to appreciate the silk and lace, because those were just wrappings around my real present.
Mac’s hands slipped into my hair as I knelt before her to take her jeans off. I kissed her stomach when I popped the button, flicking my tongue against her skin. She tasted f**king delectable and smelled even better.
I pulled the zipper down and shoved the denim to mid-thigh, but I couldn’t help myself. Rather than pull them all the way off, I grabbed ahold of her ass to pull her forward… stuck my face right into the apex of her thighs… put my nose right up against the silk and lace of her panties, and inhaled deeply.
Mac’s nails dug in to my scalp and she murmured, “Oh God. ”
Not God, babe.
Matt Fucking Connover.
The rest of our clothes came off in a hurry because I was fueled by her scent and the fact that her panties were already damp. We ended up in the middle of my bed in a tangle of limbs, and my hands were on a mission to touch as much of her as possible.
I smoothed my hands along the outside of her legs, while my lips and tongue worked at her ni**les. She responded by clasping my head tighter to her breast and gyrating her h*ps against me. Moving one hand between her legs, I sunk two fingers into her while pinching a nipple with the other hand.
Looking at her face while I fingered her gently, I told her, “You’re perfect, Mac. Just f**king perfect. Beyond beautiful. ”
Her lips curled up slightly, and her eyes went liquid soft. She opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off with a kiss as I rolled on top of her and settled between her legs. We stared at each other a moment, and then I pushed into her. She was wet, open, and as eager for me to be inside of her as I was to get there.
We thrust against each other in perfect unison, her h*ps moving counter to mine in a slow mating dance. We stared at each other a moment, feeling our connection start to cement a little harder. Slipping one arm down under her leg, I captured it in the crook of my elbow and lifted it high. Mac has always been super flexible and this new position allowed me to angle my h*ps and sink deeper into her.
It was like I couldn’t get deep enough. I pulled out and pushed back in, even a little deeper. I told her I was close, and she said she was too. I rubbed her clit, knowing just the right amount of pressure to set her off.
She came and screamed my name.
I told her, “Heaven… this is what Heaven must feel like. ”
Then I had the most supremely strong orgasm, following right along behind hers. I chanted my mantra, murmuring her name reverently. And I was thankful for the perfectness of the moment.
Now she’s curled up into my side, and I am utterly content and relaxed.
Yeah… this f**king date started off perfectly.
“So… has Bill said anything else to you?” Mac says as she traces her fingers in circles on my chest.
I snicker to myself as I think about what happened this afternoon when Bill caught Mac and me together in a compromising position.
Mac came to my office this afternoon to insist I get up and go for a short walk. I had worked right through lunch, and she was apparently trying to teach me the benefits of relaxation.
“What? In the middle of a workday?” I had asked her in mock skepticism.
She just rolled her eyes at me and said, “Shocker, yes, but people are allowed to take breaks in their work day. You and I have been at it for seven hours straight already, and neither one of us took lunch. Let’s go take a short walk to stretch our legs, and I’ll buy you a cup of coffee. ”
Rubbing a contemplative finger across my chin, I grudgingly admitted, “I can see merit to this idea. ”