Mac raised a brow. “Is that so?”
“Absolutely. Don’t you recall me saying your exquisite cock was one of the reasons I married you?”
Mac laughed. “I do seem to recall that.”
“Then what do you say we do something about that?”
“Absolutely, doll.”
Melina’s arms wrapped around her husband as he maneuvered them on the bed so that he was lying on top of her. Their lips met and the first touch of Mac’s mouth on hers ignited a spark deep inside. Melina’s legs opened, eager to welcome him into a place that belonged only to him. His lips trailed down her neck, sucking the sensitive spot behind her ear that made her toes curl. When he caught the lobe of her ear between his teeth and bit down softly, Melina’s fingernails dug into his shoulders.
Her moan echoed.
His tongue traced the shell of her ear before Mac grabbed the neckline of her nightgown and ripped it down the middle, exposing her naked body.
“Perfection,” Mac said.
“You owe me a new gown.”
“Next time, just be naked and we won’t have this problem.” He winked at her.
“Smart ass.”
Any further response was lost as Mac’s mouth engulfed her nipple, sucking it hard in his mouth. Her sensitive nerve endings were on fire. As his tongue swirled around the soft tip, Melina’s hand eased between her thighs. She rubbed the tight bundle of nerves that were crying out for relief for but a moment before her hand was roughly jerked away.
“What the hell?”
“Hush,” Mac said.
And then his mouth was there. Melina’s thighs opened wider as he licked and sucked at her hot, aching flesh. No one knew her body like her husband. Mac knew just what spot to kiss, lick and suck. Wetness seeped from between her thighs and Melina held tight to Mac as she rode the wave of pleasure that coursed through her body. She couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from her throat as she came hard, hot and loud.
Mac leaned over her, reaching for the buckle to his pants. Together they worked until his pants were off and they were skin to skin. His hard, hot body on hers was everything she’d been missing. Mac slipped inside her easily, filling her completely. The thick, velvety drag of him inside her was like an ember that gradually grew to a flame. His hands were in her hair, holding her tight as their bodies tangoed in a dance as old as time.
“Ah, fuck,” Mac said.
The pace of his strokes increased and Melina’s thighs tightened around him as she came closer to the precipice of pleasure that awaited them both.
One.
Two.
Three.
Melina and Mac’s grunts and groans of pleasure filled the air, before Mac rolled to his side, taking Melina with him. He was still buried inside of her. They lay entwined together, their breathing rough and irregular as they both struggled to catch their breath.
Fire and passion.
It was like that every time the two of them came together. As if the world could burn down around them and nothing else would matter but the pure primal desire they had for each other. Minutes passed before they could finally speak.
“Doll, we are going to have to kiss and make up more often. That was something else.”
Melina laughed. “It always is.”
“Give me a few more minutes to recover and we can make up some more.”
“That sounds like a fine idea.”
“Mac, what’s the meaning of this?”
Melina stood in their bedroom, clad only in a black strapless bra and matching thong. The dress she’d picked out to wear to the opening of The Dollhouse was nowhere in sight. Mac entered the room, casually adjusting his tie.
“What are you yelling about, doll?”
“Don’t be cute. What did you do with my dress?”
“I put it back in the closet.”
Melina put her hands on her hips. “Why?”
“Tonight is a special night for you and I wanted you to have a little something that reflects that. Go ahead and open it.”
Melina turned her attention to the large silver box that lay on the bed. Opening it and moving aside the tissue paper that was covering what lay underneath, Melina pulled out the garment. Her husband was something else.
“You really know what I like.”
“I’m your husband. I’m supposed to. Now, if you don’t hurry up and put that dress on we’re going to be late.”
Holding the dress up in front of her, Melina smiled at her husband.
“And why would we be late?”
“Because I’m a half second away from throwing you down on the bed and fucking you for at least another hour,” Mac said.
“How can you not be tired?”
Mac came over to where she stood and cupped her chin in his hand. “I’m never too tired to love you properly.”
Then he winked and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to get dressed. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Melina unzipped the back of the dress and stepped into it easily.
“All right, zip me up.”
Melina waited as Mac zipped up the dress and pressed a soft kiss to her nape.
“Perfection,” he said.