She needed him. Needed him until she could barely breathe for the hunger tearing her apart. Needed him so badly that before she anticipated what she meant to do, her teeth sank into the heavy muscle just below a flat, hard nipple.
Mac jerked in surprise at the feel of Keiley’s bite. It was unexpected. It was violently arousing. His c**k jerked beneath his jeans, so hard, so engorged that he knew that holding back once her hot little mouth got down there would be next to impossible.
But he would hold back. Control. Controlling himself, controlling this first step he was allowing her into the darkness of his lusts, was too important. One wrong move and she could shy away, unconsciously sensing the predatory hunger lurking just beneath the surface. The hunger that would push and push for more of the sensual, deeply held carnality that he knew his wife possessed.
“Sweet,” he groaned, palming her head as her tongue licked over the little mark he was certain she had made. A mark he would carry with pride. “More, sweetness. Give me just a little more.”
The bite was harder, centered lower, as a shudder wracked her small frame and her wicked tongue licked at his sweat-dampened chest.
Her hands moved restlessly down his chest to his belt, struggling to loosen it as he tipped his head back and let the sun warm his face.
Keiley was burning his flesh, moving lower, nipping at his skin, licking at it as she loosened his jeans and drew the heavy length of his c**k free.
He thought he would explode when she wrapped the fingers of both hands around the engorged shaft. Thought he would spill himself to her fingers in a release that would tear his soul free.
His control was tattered, fraying. Gritting his teeth, he forced back the need to come, his fingers tightening in Keiley’s short hair to hold her lips back from the throbbing crest of his cock.
“Mac,” she whimpered hungrily.
Damn, he loved her voice like that. Husky and needy, stroking over his senses like dark velvet.
Holding her back, Mac moved her hands to his thighs before gripping the base of his c**k with one hand.
“Like this.” He needed it like this. Needed to control it, to stroke her hunger for him higher. Just a little bit higher.
Her hands clenched in the jeans material still covering his thighs as his fingers held her head steady for the hard head of his c**k pressing against her lips.
She opened instantly, her hot pink tongue swiping over it as her lashes fluttered closed. It was sexy as hell.
“Open your eyes. Watch me while you take my cock, Kei. Don’t hide from me.” His voice was rough. He knew it was and could do nothing to stop it.
Her lashes drifted open. Her tongue flickered over the tiny slit in his cock, licking at the pr**cum that beaded there as she hummed her pleasure.
“Good girl.” He could see the wariness, the hunger rising inside her. “Now, slow and easy.”
He pressed inside her heated mouth, feeling her lips enclose him as electric pleasure shot up his spine and sizzled in his brain.
Damn, it was good. So hot. So good. Her mouth suckling at the engorged head of his dick, trying to draw him deeper as her hot little tongue licked and stroked around it.
He drew back, ignoring her little mewls of need before pressing back, pressing deeper, feeling the muscles of his stomach contract violently as pleasure seared through taut sinew and bone. Hell. He wouldn’t last long at this rate. Sinking inside her mouth so slow and easy, feeling her take him nearly to her throat, sucking at him, humming little cries vibrating on the flesh.
Her hands pushed his jeans lower with jerky movements, allowing her fingers to slip between his thighs to that tight sac beneath his cock.
“Stop.” He pulled back, forcing her to release his cock. “Put your hands on my thighs, Keiley.”
Surprise glittered in her hazel eyes.
“Hold on to my thighs, sweetheart.”
Her hands returned slowly to his thighs, but her gaze flickered with indecision.
“Sometimes it’s best to let sleeping animals lie,” he whispered, almost regretting what he knew she was seeing in his face for the first time. “Can you take it, Kei?”
It was a challenge. Challenging was never a good idea, because more often than not she would take the dare and run with it.
Her expression flickered before a smile tugged at her lips.
“Do your worst,” she dared him in return.