Page 33 of Sweet Spot

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chase

Late afternoon had turnedto evening while Macy and I slept. I heard her slip out of bed and step into the shower as I drifted in and out of dreams. Now I could hear her in the kitchen.

I climbed out of bed, pulled on my pants and walked out to the front room. "Something smells good."

"I hope you don't mind, there were some eggs that were still usable and an onion and potatoes. I'm making a scrambled egg hash."

I climbed up on the stool at the kitchen counter. Macy had pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top. She quickly chopped an onion into perfect tiny cubes.

I hopped off the stool. "Do you want some wine?"

"Yes, please."

I walked to the wine refrigerator and pulled out a bottle. I yanked out the cork and poured us each a glass. I handed her the wine and put my glass down because I badly needed to touch her.

My hands wrapped around her tiny waist. "You wield a knife like a chef, but you sure as heck don't look like one." I kissed her shoulder. "How long does it take to cook that? I'm feeling more hungry than hungry, if you catch my meaning." My cock bulged in my jeans. I pressed it against her bottom.

She laughed. "Yes, you make that meaning pretty clear." She put down the wooden spoon she'd been holding and spun around in my arms. “I'd say we could eat in twenty minutes. Does that work for you?"

"Twenty minutes will be plenty of time." I took hold of her hand.

"Oh, wait, let me turn off flames and things." She reached for the stove and laughed as she stretched her arm to the dials as I pulled her away.

I led her back down the hallway.

"The eggs might be rubbery and the potatoes mushy," she complained.

"That's what happens when you decide to climb out of bed without my permission." I slapped the door open with my palm.

"My mistake. Next time I'll ask permission." She scurried past me and jumped onto the bed with enthusiasm. She stood up on the mattress and whipped off her shirt and bra. "I think I'm ready again. God, does that make me loose? I mean I just lost my virginity, and I'm ready to give it another go."

I stood next to the bed and reached up to open her shorts. I pushed them down and her panties came with them. She hopped a few times to get free of her clothes and stumbled toward me with laughter. She wrapped her arms around my head. With her standing on the bed, my face came to her breasts.

"Huh, I like this." I suckled on her nipples, bringing each one to attention. Then I lowered my mouth to her stomach and kissed her. I looked up at her. "Do you want to be on top this time? It gives you more control, in case you're sore."

"On top? Control? Sounds fun. Why don't you just stretch that gorgeous man body out on the bed and let the master take over. But drop those pants first, buster. Haven't got all day."

"And to think I worried about pushing you into this too fast," I quipped as I pushed my jeans off. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. I lowered my head to the pillows and rolled on the condom. I stretched my arms out. "Have your way with me, master, or should I say mistress. Just be gentle."

Macy threw her leg over me and straddled my hips. She backed her ass up toward my erection as she lowered her body against mine. She kissed me and wriggled her bottom against my cock. I grabbed her hips to hold her there.

"Thought I was in control," she said.

"I lied." I lifted her up, and she positioned herself over me. I eased her down over me, my cock once again being swallowed by her perfectly snug little pussy. "Fuck, Macy, that feels so right."

She bit her lip and pressed her hands against my chest, driving me deeper as she lowered herself down.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"The rush of good sensations far outnumber the bad."

I impaled her to her core. I remained still after that, not wanting to push her too far, letting her have that control I'd mentioned. She braced her hands against my chest and rocked back and forth, feeling me inside of her, brushing over places that had never been touched. It took her no time to start working her clit against me. Her head lulled back and her long lashes fluttered closed as she concentrated on working her pussy over me.

"Is it always like this?" she sighed. "When you're inside of me, I feel like we're so connected, like you can see inside of me and know my most intimate thoughts." She opened her eyes as she stretched back farther, taking in every inch of me.

"It's not always like this, Macy." Her question had surprised me, and my reaction, the sudden realization that this was different for me, had stunned me even more. The truth was that I'd never felt this way with anyone.

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