When it came to sex, she and Mac were totally eye-to-eye.
Knowing she was seconds from having him attack her, she quickly placed the dishes in the sink. They had not even stopped rattling before his arms were around her, his hands roaming over her bare stomach as he buried his lips into the side of her neck, nipping along the sensitive skin. Cupping both breasts in his large, capable hands, he kneaded the mounds, then tweaked both nipples. Pleasure rushed straight down to pulse at her clit. She gasped, leaning her head back against his chest. God, she loved when he did that.
As he ground his cock against her ass, making her rub against him, making her throb harder for him, he slid his palms over her belly until they rested on her hips, and he started walking them backward. When they’d cleared the counter, he turned and started moving forward. The entire time his lips trailed across her neck and shoulder, sucking on the skin. Closing her eyes, she reached behind her and threaded her hand in his hair, holding his face closer to her. Pressing her backside to the hard ridge poking her from behind. She throbbed for him. Needed him.
The kitchen table met the top of her thighs. He pushed her down with a hand in the middle of her back and she went without protest, laying her cheek on the cool wood. He shoved the robe up off her backside and she widened her stance, anticipating his invasion, waiting for him to fill her in one quick thrust.
There wouldn’t be foreplay, touching, or caressing. This was going to be hard and fast. And she enjoyed that as much as she did gentle and slow. Prone as she was, and with him behind her, she was at his mercy. He controlled everything, from the pace of how he took her, to how deep he went and how hard. Knowing that only increased her lust for him.
There was a rip of foil, then she felt him probing for her, the hard, wonderful head that would lead to the long, solid length of him inside her. She held her breath, waiting. Would he do it quick? Or agonizingly slow?
He took the slow option. One excruciating inch at a time. Wanting to have all of him buried inside her, she whimpered and pushed back, trying to shove him in, but a sharp smack on the ass stopped her. Inflamed her.
“My way, Gayle.” He slipped a little farther inside and a groan erupted from him. Her clit pulsed in response. “I want to feel every inch of you welcoming every inch of me.”
When he finally had his pelvis pressed against the back of her thighs, cock embedded to the hilt, he ground against her. “Fuck me, woman, you feel so good.”
He withdrew and thrust forward. A slow, methodical pace that continuously filled her to the brim, then left her empty, filled her, left her empty.
She moaned his name, helpless to do anything to make him speed up. She tried to lift up onto her elbows and met the resistance of his palm between her shoulder blades. He gently pushed her down and held her there, keeping the pressure of his hand on her back as he kept the torturous pace he’d set. “What do you want, Gayle?”
“F-faster.”
“Slow not working for you?” He thrust harder, making her gasp.
“N-no.” Again he withdrew slowly, then thrust forward hard. The impact on her clit made her groan as pleasure erupted through her.
“Really? You sure about that?” He did it again, and she cried out as pressure built between her legs. God, if he’d just go at it she’d come, but this slow build was keeping her right at the brink, building fuller and fuller inside her so she felt ready to explode…but she wasn’t going over the edge. Again, he withdrew and thrust hard.
“Mac!” she groaned. “Please.”
“Oh, you’re going to get it, baby, but you have to pay for that little tease over dinner. Don’t think I didn’t know what you were doing.”
She’d done this to herself. If she’d just left well enough alone, she’d be getting the taking she wanted, but instead Mac was teasing her as mercilessly as she’d teased him. There was no clit play, no end to the slow-withdrawal-and-hard-thrust pace he set. Just the increasing, almost uncomfortable, detonation building inside her.
Hell, if that was the way he was going to be—
She wedged her hand between her body and the table, intent on relieving herself, since he was being so mean. All she got in was one awesome groan-inducing rub before strong fingers snatched her hand away and held it fast on the table beside her head.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“I will, but you have to come first.”
That’s what she was trying to do. Jerk!
“Think about what you want, Gayle. You want me going hard, like this,” he thrust forward again. A smack filled the air as their skin met. “But faster, right?”
Almost painfully aroused, all she could do was curl her hands into fists and nod.