“Fuck,” Mac said in a half-snarl, letting his hands fall to Melina’s waist. She was shifting her hips in just the right way that let her barely-covered pussy rub against his length. Each and every time she did that, his nerves snapped like crazy. “Lift the fuck up, then.”
Laughing airlessly, Melina did what she was told without question. Mac fumbled with his belt and pants for longer than he wanted to, but he eventually got the offending articles undone and pushed down enough for Melina to free his cock from the confines of his boxer-briefs.
When her hand closed around him, and her fingers tightened to his pulsing base, Mac’s air rushed from his lungs in a painful breath, his hips jerking up into her hold.
“So hard,” Melina murmured, her hand stroking him slowly. “I missed feeling you. In my hand, my mouth, and my pussy. I missed that, Mac.”
She stroked him again.
Firmer.
Harder.
Still slow, though.
Too fucking slow.
Achingly slow.
“Don’t play the tease right now, doll,” Mac warned. “You will regret it later when I get you upstairs, bend you over, and fuck you to the point you’re about to come only to stop. And I will stop again and again until you are sobbing and begging to come. Do. Not. Tease. Me.”
Melina’s gaze snapped up to meet his, desire dancing in her eyes. “Promise?”
Jesus.
This woman would kill him someday.
Mac would welcome that moment with open fucking arms.
Threading his hands into her wavy hair, Mac pulled Melina down for a bruising kiss as he growled against her lips, “You know it.”
In the darkness of the car—the only light provided was from the illuminated dashboard—Mac caught sight of just the sliver of Melina’s lace and satin thong as she lifted her skirt higher, and one of her hands disappeared between her thighs.
Above him, her lips parted with a shaky sigh.
Pure bliss.
That was what she sounded like as she touched herself.
“Are you wet for me, doll?”
“Mmm,” she hummed back.
Mac let her continue with her hand between her legs as he kissed a path over her jaw and down her neck, his teeth nipping every so often, and his tongue striking out to soothe the bite right after. He could hear the sounds of Melina’s fingers sinking into her sex—wet, noisy sounds that made his cock ache even more.
She trembled when his fingertips ghosted over her thigh and in between their bodies, her hand still on his cock stuttered in its movement.
“Keep going,” he told her softly.
Sliding his hand further in between her thighs and under the lace trim of her thong, he slipped a finger in with her two already fucking her pussy. It stretched her a little wider, filling her fuller. Melina whimpered, her pelvis grinding harder into her own hand and his. Mac pulled his hand away a bit, just enough to start circling her throbbing, hot clit with the pad of his fingertip as her own fingers started moving faster.
“You going to come, doll?” Mac asked. “Fucking your fingers on my lap while I touch you, yeah? Are you going to come and then ride me?”
Melina answered him back with a whine that seemed to claw its way out of her throat. All of her sounds were like life to him—electric, even.
He’d not forgotten what she sounded like, of course, but he missed it.
Constantly.
Melina fell into his chest, shaking and panting her way through an orgasm with his name right on the tip of her tongue. “Mac.”
He slowed his hand between her thighs when he felt hers stop, and wrapped an arm around her back, letting his hand tangle into the hair at the nape of her neck, keeping her rooted against him.
Just for a second, he wanted her closer.
Still.
Free and happy.
Mac always wanted her like that.
Melina didn’t let him keep her like that for long, though. Her head lifted and their mouths crashed together as she shifted her hips and positioned his cock along the seam of her wet slit. There was no warning before she dropped down—just the hitch in her breath and her wide, blown-out pupils as she watched his face while she sunk down his length.
She was heaven around him.
A tight, hot heaven that took away his breath and blinded him.
Sensation ran on overload as her fingernails scored over his neck and her fingers dug into his thigh.
“Shit,” Mac managed to say through his clenched teeth.
Melina’s forehead found his as his hands met her waist. The waves of her hair created a barrier of sorts, locking them into a staring contest as she began a slow, smooth rhythm on top of him. Her hips lifted and lowered, her pelvis rotating every time she came down on him, grinding her clit into the muscles of his groin.
“And this,” Melina mumbled quietly
Mac pulled her harder onto his cock with her next movement, making her shiver beautifully. “This?”
“I missed this.”
God, he did, too.
Melina’s hand slid from his neck to his jaw, her thumb stroking his skin in the tenderest way. Mac turned his head, kissing the skin of her palm and feeling the engagement ring on her finger brush his cheek.
Her rhythm never stuttered.
He felt fucking weak.
But she didn’t even slow.
He shuddered, her name falling from his lips like a prayer.
She was Godlike to him.
And he already worshipped her.