Page 44 of Blindsided
“Participation. Got it,” I state, nodding and trying to clear my mind of the earlier moments to focus on the task at hand.
“Freya,” Mac says, his heavy weight sinking down over top of me. “Stop thinking so much.”
His lips crash with mine, and it’s a glorious, desperate kiss with strong, steady tongue. It’s wonderfully frantic, like he can’t get enough of me. I can taste myself on his lips, and it excites me further because just the idea of him doing what he did to me makes my nerve endings ignite all over again.
Mac’s hands are everywhere—touching me, caressing me, kneading me, teasing me. So I decide to do the same to him. I fist his hair in my hand and kiss him back hard, relishing the feel of our bodies rubbing together, skin on skin. It’s quite possibly the most magical thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life. When I reach down between us and wrap my fingers around his thick heat, he stops kissing me.
“Fuck, Freya,” Mac groans, his forehead resting on mine as he pants against my face. “I need to be inside you.”
“Then do it already,” I pant.
“You have to stop touching me so I can calm down. I don’t want to hurt you.”
My hand instantly releases him, and as if Mac can sense my uneasiness, he presses his lips to mine, and murmurs, “Your hand on my cock makes me fucking wild with lust.”
I smile and bite my lower lip. “That’s nice to hear.”
He shakes with laughter, and the movement somehow lodges his dick right where my lips part. Our eyes lock. Our breaths hold. My hands reach up to grip his arms like I need to brace myself for what’s coming.
“I’m going to kiss you through it.”
I nod woodenly. “Kissing would be good.”
“Are you ready?” he asks, and I see a small flicker of nerves flit over his eyes. “If you’re not ready, we don’t have to do this. I want this to be what you want, Freya.”
“You’re what I want, Mac,” I say and reach around to hug him to me and pull him closer. “You’re my best friend.”
With a tiny, reassuring smile, he leans in and begins kissing me with tender passion as he positions his tip at my opening. When his tongue thrusts into my mouth, his cock mimics the motion down below.
It’s a sharp, instant burn that makes me flinch. I break away from his lips and gasp for air. For space. For relief. Everything is tight. Too tight. Mac holds himself over the top of me and looks down at me with so much care and concern in his eyes, my heart nearly implodes from the tenderness on his face.
“Are you all right?” he asks nervously, glancing down at the space between us. He winces slightly, clearly feeling the tight pressure below. “Is it too much for you?”
I sniff and shake my head, willing the burning in my eyes to go away. “I’m okay.”
He nods thoughtfully, a worried expression in his eyes as they scan over my entire face. “Are you sure?”
I swallow down the knot in my throat. “I’m sure.”
He inhales deeply, lifting his shoulders and hitching himself inside me once again. “I’m going to start moving. It’ll probably hurt at first, but then it’ll get better.”
I nod and look down at where our bodies are connected as he pulls back and slowly pushes back in.
I groan out a noise that’s a little less like pain and a little more like pleasure. “Oh my God.” I inhale a shuddered breath.
“Relax, my treasure,” he says as the tender term of endearment brings a fullness to my chest that takes my mind off the pain below. “You’re beautiful like this.”
The motion between us begins to creep towards pleasure. Pleasure that I want to enjoy. Relish. Taste. Feel. My hands reach around to cup his arse as he thrusts in and out of me. He grips my leg and holds it to his side, deepening our embrace and adding friction to my clit with the new angle. That tiny bundle of nerves gives me chills all over my body, and I can literally feel my wetness begin to increase.
“God, you feel so good,” Mac groans, dropping his forehead to mine in an intimate way. He pulls back and looks down as he thrusts inside of me again. “Too good. Way too fucking good. I wanted this to last longer.”
“It’s perfect,” I whisper, cupping his cheek and looking into his eyes. “I know I don’t have anything to compare it to, but this feels perfect.”
The corner of his mouth tilts up with the tiniest smirk, and suddenly, he begins driving into me faster, maintaining our eye contact the entire time. His face loses all humour, and he bores into me with such force, I feel trapped. It’s intense—looking at someone as they do something so primitive, so animalistic. So feral. It’s an exposing moment that lays you bare, and before I know it, I feel that build inside my body again.
As if Mac can feel my orgasm coming, he swivels his hips and hits that special spot inside me. I cry out, gripping his back and failing to hold on to what’s left of my sanity.
“Come for me, treasure. Let go for me. Let me feel you all around me.” Mac’s husky voice opens my eyes, and I find him watching me with a look of awe on his face.
