Page 107 of Here & There

“Yes,” I groan, almost shaking with pleasure now. “I want more. I want to feel you—” I swallow. I never talk during sex. I don’t think I’ve ever understood what this kind of desire really felt like. “I want you inside me,” I say.

Mac’s long lashes drop as his eyes go to half-mast. “Tell me again.”

“I want your hard cock inside me, Mac.” I say it with such conviction he grins.

“You’re a dirty girl, Shelby.” He pulls my zipper down. Then, to my shock, he gently slaps the side of my breast, making it bounce.

“Oh!” I gasp with surprise and unexpected pleasure.

He strokes his tongue over the same spot, almost an apology. But I shake my head, rising up on my elbows. “Do it again.”

“What, this?” Mac asks, slapping my breast again. He bites his lower lip as he watches it respond. Watchesmerespond.

“You like having your tits slapped, Shelby?” he asks.

I groan. “Yes. Again.”

He obliges, this time catching my swaying breast in his mouth, sucking hard before releasing my nipple with a wet pop.

My legs drift open all on their own, my breath coming in short pants.

Mac meets my eyes as he grazes his knuckles over my underwear.

“Yes,” I say. “There.” I lift my hips up in a silent plea for him to touch the part of me that’s already pulsing for him.

“Are you wet for me, Shelby?” Mac asks it in a mischievous tone.

It drives me fucking wild. “Yes.” Apparently, I’m reduced to monosyllables.

Mac grins wickedly. “I better check for myself.”

I lift my hips again, moaning like he’s already touching me.

Mac slips his fingers under the gusset of my underwear. He sucks in a breath. “Jesus, Shelby. So fucking wet for me. It’s almost like you want to get fucked.”

Oh my God, this man. I tip my head back as he runs his thumb over my entrance.

“Tell me,” he demands.

“What?”

“Tell me how you want to get fucked, Shelby.”

Heat coils in my belly. I look up again, barely able to catch my breath. He presses his thumb into me. “Well?”

I groan, meeting his eye. “I never would have guessed,” I make a guttural sound as he dips his thumb farther in, “that the man who prefers to grunt could be so verbose.”

“You have that effect on me,” he says, the curl of a grin on his face. “Now tell me, Shelby. Tell me exactly how you want this pussy fucked.”

I whimper, suddenly embarrassed. But he runs a circle around my opening with his slick thumb, and the sound I’m making rises. “I want you to touch my clit.”

“Like this?” His thumb slides up, landing directly on me. I cry out at the sharp zing of pleasure that rockets through me.

“Fuck, Shelby.” He shifts on the bed, almost like he’s uncomfortable lying on his front. But then he pulls my underwear aside and spreads me open, and then its him making the guttural sound. He switches his thumb for his forefinger, sliding it in only a little until he hits a spot I didn’t think worked on me.

When he brings his lips to my clit, I nearly come right there. He sucks on my clit, bringing this intense pleasure right where I want it, then pulses his tongue across it at the same time.

“Yes!” I cry. “Mac, I’m going to come…right away.”

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