Page 80 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

“But they’re furry and you’re pretty and pink and bare, like a peach.” He settles a palm on the inside of my thighs. “Maybe you’re sweet like one, too.” He grazes my clit with his knuckle, and I suck in a breath.

“Does that feel good?”

“So good,” I breathe.

“Would you like more?” He stretches out between my legs, cheek resting on the inside of my left thigh.

“Yes, please.” Every muscle below the waist tightens in expectation.

His tongue pokes his top lip as he gently circles my clit with his thumb, then brings it to his lips. His eyes flutter closed on a low hum. He bites the inside of my thigh, fingers tightening on my hip for a moment before his mouth is on me. I gasp as his tongue sweeps over my sex and he laps at me on a deep groan.

“Ah fuck.” He slides his arms under me and loops them around my thighs, holding me to his mouth as he licks me again.

I moan and shove my hands in his hair.

His eyes flip to mine. “Too much?”

“No.” I shake my head fervently. “So good.”

His lip curls. “Should I do it again, Ophelia?”

I shiver at his deep needy tone. “Yes, please.”

He laps at me gently. Then parts me with his fingers to expose my clit. “So pretty,” he murmurs, brushing his lips back and forth over the engorged flesh before he captures it and sucks softly. “So sweet, just like I knew you’d be.”

“Oh God.” I don’t think Mac realizes how hot it is to have this giant of a man with his face between my thighs, telling me I’m sweet and pretty.

He settles, laving me, learning me, fucking me with his fingers, his focus singular. He makes feral sounds as he licks and sucks, eyes alight with primal satisfaction when I come, and still he keeps going, pushing me over the edge again.

I yank on his hair. “Mac, please.”

He detaches, looking hopeful. “One more?”

“I’m too sensitive.”

The furrow in his brow almost makes me reconsider.

“But maybe later?” I offer.

“Okay.” He rests his cheek against my inner thigh as he eases his fingers out and shoves them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He licks the outside of my vulva, careful to avoid the most sensitive parts, then pulls himself up, his erection skimming my thigh on the way.

He lies beside me, sliding an arm under me and pulling me close. “I’m gonna want to do that a lot, so when it’s too much, you’ll have to tell me.”

I run my fingers up and down his biceps. “I can do that, but I also sincerely appreciate your dedication to making me come in various, spectacular ways.”

“You’d consider those orgasms spectacular?” His face lights up with animalistic pride.

“Top tier.”

He kisses me and we press against each other, his erection trapped between our bodies. He hooks my leg over his hip and trails his fingers along my thigh and up my side, back to being tender and sweet.

He’s all for me. I’m the only one who gets to have these experiences with him.

“What are you thinking?” he asks softly.

“That I’m lucky. That I get to see these sides of you no one else does.” I run my fingers through his hair. “I like that we’re discovering each other slowly and taking our time. You make me feel special.”

His smile is soft and warm. “That’s because you are.”