“I thought you were a bad guy coming to kil me. Rape me then kil me.”
The air in the room went back to normal.
“The bad guys don’t have your alarm code, babe.” Hmm. He was right about that (I hoped).
He continued, “You got cameras everywhere. We’d know he was here before he got the outside door open. You’d have had a cal to warn you.”
Hmm again.
In my freak out, I forgot about the cameras.
“And he wouldn’t have a f**kin’ key,” Mace went on.
“You don’t have a key either,” I reminded him.
“Kitten,” his voice was back to normal, now soft and gentle, but normal, “you think I’d give you back your key?” My breath went on a road trip down Route 66.
What was he saying?
“You handed them to me today in Fortnum’s,” I told him.
“I handed you a set. I had another set cut.” My breath checked into a motel with a pool.
So when I asked, “Why’d you do that?” it came out al wispy.
“So I could get in when it was time to come home at the end of the day.”
I lay there on my elbow, on my side, looking down at his big shadow.
My mind was awhirl, multiple thoughts twirling through it al at once.
Then it settled on just one.
Mace was back.
That’s when I pounced.
At first, he wasn’t recovered or he was surprised that one second I was lying there, the next second I was al over him, so he didn’t move much.
This had the benefit of me getting my hands, lips and tongue on him. This had the added benefit that, when I discovered he was stil wearing boxers, I could rip them off him.
Then he recovered and it got heated. It became the tangling of arms and legs, the sliding of lips, the tasting of tongues, the gliding of fingertips and the dragging of nails.
He tore my panties down my legs and whipped my tank over my head.
I got my mouth between his legs then he got his between mine.
Then I rol ed him over, got on top, wrapped my fingers around him and guided him inside.
I was in control for three glorious strokes before he rol ed me and pounded deep.
I wrapped my calves around his thighs and begged him to do it harder.
Mace complied.
He was kissing me when I came, moaning into his mouth.
It took him longer and my eyes were on the shadowy column of his throat when his head reared back, he drove into me one last time and let out a deep, long sigh.