Temporary Bliss (11 page)

“Now, for the main course,” he announces, confidently rising to his feet while pulling his pants down and pushing them away from us on the floor.

“Maybe I should say thank-you first,” I say with a cheeky smile, kissing him ardently as I push him towards my wooden four-post bed, silently praising myself for remembering to make it before Daniel picked me up for our date.

“I’m never gonna stop you from doing that, Mac. Just kissing that mouth of yours drives me crazy,” he replies huskily as the back of his knees hit the bed and he sits down, leaning back on his hands, offering his erection to me willingly.

I’ve always loved giving head to a man. There is something powerful and thrilling about being able to bring even the most domineering men to their knees. Figuratively, of course, because it’s much easier when they’re sitting, or standing, or straddling your face.

I slowly bend down at the waist, lightly licking his tip with the flat of my tongue, earning an encouraging groan from him. I look up at him as I take his length in my mouth and see his gaze pinned to the mirror behind me. He’s realized that I’m bending over right in front of the mirror lining my closet door, and he can see everything I have to offer while I continue to deep throat his throbbing cock in my mouth. I run one of my hands down my body, settling between my legs as I use my fingers to show him exactly where I want him to be, and soon.

“Holy shit, Mac, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Absolutely fucking beautiful,” he spits out before throwing his head back against the wall, growling as his hard length hits the back of my mouth and I swallow against him, my throat muscles latching on to his cock before releasing him as he slides back out. I repeat my bedroom party trick, as my fingers rake gently across the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, making him shake at the intensity of the feeling. I start humming against his skin, sending vibrations through both of us, and I feel myself getting wetter and more turned on the crazier I make him. I’m actually close to getting off from going down on him which has never happened before. I swear to God that I could keep swallowing him, and with one touch to my clit, I’d be going off like a rocket on the fourth of July. My pussy is throbbing in protest, screaming out to be filled by his cock.

“I need to be inside you, Mac. Like, about five fucking minutes ago,” I hear before his hands settle on my hips, pulling me over him. Thankfully, I have the forethought to grab a condom out of my bedside drawer. I rip the foil wrapper and pinch the end before rolling the thin latex down his cock with my mouth.

“Damn,” he growls out before lifting me over his pelvis and pulling me down, impaling me oh so slowly. I lean forward and kiss him, licking the inside of his mouth and battling with his tongue for control as my body adjusts to his formidable size. Feeling me loosen around him, he starts to buck his hips against me while I start bearing down on him, matching his thrusts as he continues to push himself deeper into me. He moves his arms, securing one around my waist to control me while his other hand moves between us to stroke my clit with renewed vigor.

“I want you to come with me, babe. At the same fucking time,” he says between hard and fast thrusts in and out of me. I have no control over the sounds that are escaping my mouth, all caused by the thrilling fullness I feel with Daniel being buried to the hilt inside me. This is unadulterated pure heaven, and I don’t want it to end. I could stay attached to this man’s body forever, giving in to the continuous orgasms I know he’ll give me.

“Are you close, babe?” he asks, panting as he pushes deeper inside of me. “Oh, yeah you are. I can feel your pussy strangling my cock.” I moan at his dirty words. There is something about the words tight, cock and pussy that amps me up when I’m in the moment. But with Daniel saying them, they push me over the damn edge.

“Oh, yes. Harder, Daniel. Yes, don’t stop. Fuck!” I cry out as I come with one last push down on him as he slams into my cervix and explodes inside me.

Collapsing on top of him, he just lies there, pulsating inside of me, his whole body shaking as the last effects of his orgasm leave his body.

“Damn, Mac, it’s never going to be bad with you, is it?” he says breathlessly.

“I aim to please, Superman,” I say against his chest as I try to reclaim my equilibrium which has scattered the moment I came hard around him.

Daniel gets up and goes to my bathroom to take care of the condom, before returning to the bed, naked as the day he was born, and crawling under the covers beside me. He pulls me in tight against his body and wraps his arm around my head, resting his hand on my bare hip.

“Do you mind if I stay?” he asks sleepily, lightly tracing circles with his thumb on my skin, sending divine tingles throughout my orgasm wracked body.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere right now,” I mumble against his chest, beyond exhausted.

I feel him chuckle. “Good, Mac, ‘cuz right now there is nowhere else I want to be.”

It scares the shit out of me how true his last statement is for me too.

My eyes slowly open as the sunlight drifts through the blinds onto the bed. I try to roll over, but feel a rather hard, ready to go man against my back. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close as I feel a slight thrust against me.

“It feels like a good morning,” I murmur sleepily.

“Can’t complain,” I hear as his hand snakes up to cup one of my breasts, swiping his thumb across my hard sensitive nipple. Arching my back into his morning wood, I moan in delight when he lightly pinches me, sending a pulse straight to my now wet pussy.

“Again,” I say as he slides his body down ever so slightly so that his hard length runs against my labia, my wetness spreading against him.

“I like waking you up like this, Mac, you’re all sleepy and pliant. It’s like I’m seeing a whole other side of the Makenna persona,” he whispers in my ear as he speeds up his delicious assault on me. My hips move against him, his slippery head hitting my clit at the perfect angle with every inward push.

“God, that feels so good,” I say, my voice cracking as my horny body gives in the craving. I move my hand between my legs, my fingers stroking my clit and swirling around his cock as it dives into my pussy in one perfectly positioned move.

“Fuck, you feel good, gorgeous. Your pussy is gripping my cock like a hot silk glove,” he spits out, leaning forward to nip and kiss my collarbone. Shit, no condom! But fuck, he feels so good. I haven’t done it bareback since Beau.

He stills, his cock deep inside me. “I’m clean, Mac, and you’re the only women I’ve been uncovered with, but fuck if I couldn’t resist sliding deep inside you,” he says quietly between each kiss. He pulls out slightly before pushing back into me hard and fast. Each thrust of his hips ignites a spark, getting closer to the explosion we both crave. I’m too wrapped up in Daniel’s spine tingling sexual assault to contemplate what he just said.

“I have an IUD, we’re good. Fuck, you’re hard as stone Superman.” I speed up my hand, the tightly coiled spring inside me getting closer and closer to breaking free, catapulting me over the finish line. Daniel moves his hand on top of mine, his fingers mimicking mine, stroke for stroke.

“Don’t you stop that. It’s so fucking hot. God damn, Mac, don’t you dare stop.” He speeds up, pounding me relentlessly, speeding up the rubbing on my clit until I feel my pussy strangling his cock. “Holy shit,” I spit out before I’m crying out his name, over and over again, coming apart all over him as he continues to piston in and out of me. With a final deep drive, he fills me to the hilt and lets himself go, shooting his come inside of me and biting my neck to stifle his groan as he climaxes.

We lie like that, pulsating through each other for what seems like forever. I’m so totally spent and relishing the orgasm afterglow that it takes a good five minutes to realize that he kind of had the ‘I want to be monogamous” speech in the middle of mind-bending sexual pleasure, and totally got away with it.

That sneaky bastard! He totally cockblocked my freak out.

I wince as he pulls out of me, a gush of wetness following his retreat, reminding me of how he wanted to fill me, come inside me.

“That was fucking hot, Mac,” he mumbles as he pulls me in tight against him once more.

“Yeah, you’re pretty good at that,” I say, trying to mask my screaming inner monologue.

“Why, thanks. You’re not too bad yourself,” he says with a chuckle.

I pull away from him, hoping to get to my bathroom before the panic hits me. This feels too good, too soon. It’s too much for my brain to handle at this time of the morning.

“Ah, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom and clean up,” I say, moving slightly to get out of his grasp.

“Just one more thing, Mac,” he says before rolling me over and planting a hard wet kiss against my lips.

I pull away before my traitorous body decides to dive head first into round two. I jump up and make my way to the ensuite attached to my room, giving Daniel a sly grin before closing the door behind me.

Holy shit! That man has telepathic powers. Not only did we have explosive fourth date sex last night, we followed it up with an equally mind blowing sequel performance this morning, and without a condom. It’s not that I’m worried about STDs or the like, and my birth control is firmly entrenched inside of me, but it felt so good, so personal...

Way too fucking right.

I do my morning business and stand in front of the bathroom mirror, bracing myself on the vanity as I stare at my reflection. My lips are swollen, my breasts are heavy, and I feel perfectly sated. So why am I freaking out like a virgin on prom night? Fuck, Mac, get your head back in the game. It’s just sex, with Delicious Daniel, who I’m starting to believe is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He’s too perfect, too good, too right. I need to tell him about the others, especially if we’re gonna continue to see each other and sleep together like this. He has a right to know.

They all know about each other and what the deal is. There is no jealousy, no macho bullshit. It’s casual sex occasionally with guys that I am friends with. What’s the problem with that?

‘Oh, by the way, Daniel, I fucking dig your cock, especially when it’s deep inside me. And I want to continue sexing you into the next millennium, but I also have three other equally hot, equally talented friends that I sleep with occasionally, and I wouldn’t not say no to you becoming the fourth member of my penis harem.’

Dammit all to hell!

In all honesty, with sex like that I could be more than happy never leaving my bed as long as Daniel was in it with me. I blew Sean off last week, and after seeing the smug look on Noah’s face at the tailgate party, I’m not too keen on seeing that man naked again anytime soon. And then there is Zander, my gorgeous energizer bunny who makes me do things in places I’ve never contemplated before, but who has been too busy to do anything other than work and sleep lately.

And now, I have to do the awkward morning after walk of shame in my own freaking house!

Pulling myself together, but still clueless as to what is going to happen next, I splash my face with water and brush my teeth. I grab my robe and slip it on before walking back into my bedroom. I’m surprised to see Daniel sitting on the side of my bed, fully dressed in his rumpled clothes from the night before. He smiles at me as I walk towards my dresser, pulling out a clean pair of underwear and sliding them on under my robe. I’ve never been shy with my body. I’m a firm believer of loving what you’ve got and going with it, owning it even, but I’m suddenly feeling really self-conscious around him.

“Are you going?” I ask, genuinely surprised at how easy this is gonna be.

He finishes putting his shoes on and stands up, walking towards me until he’s almost touching me.

“Well, as much as I’d love to play hooky and stay in bed with you, the markets await. And I’m getting the impression that you might need a bit of time to process this,” he says, waving his hand between us. “But I do want to say one thing, something for you to contemplate.”

He pauses for a moment, staring straight at me with those gorgeous caramel eyes of his. They’re filled with hope, with knowledge, and buzzing with the undeniable spark that has raced between us since that first meeting on the L and is now burning brighter than ever.

“I want to see you again. I want to more than see you again, and I hope like hell that you’ll text me later on. But I’m going to leave you now, to freak out, to mull it over, and hopefully reminisce over what just happened between us because gorgeous, I know there is so much more where that just came from.”

And with that, he leans forward and meshes his lips with mine, brushing his tongue against mine with purpose and promise, leaving me to grab a hold of his biceps and let him take what he wants. He tears himself away, kissing my lips softly once more, then my nose, and finally my forehead as he murmurs, “I’ll wait, gorgeous,” and walks out my bedroom door.

I’m left standing there, leaning against my chest of drawers and rendered speechless, my mind racing at his words while also willing myself to stay put and not go running after him to dry hump his leg.