Chapter 12

Mac awoke a few hours later to a draft. Realizing they were still in the living room, Mac picked her up in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. Laying her upon the sheets, she awoke.

"Mmmac...so cold."

"I know love. We fell alseep in the the living room. I'll have you warm in a minute."

Climbing in beside her, he covered them up and pulled her into his arms.

"Warmer now love?" He whispered.

"Mmm, yeah. Much better." As she wiggled her bum into his heat.

"Steeeeel..."

"Yes Mac?"

"Stop wiggling and go to sleep."

"But I'm not tired anymore."

Gripping her hip to try and keep her still, she pushed herself closer.

"Steeeeella...I'm tired love."

"But I'm not apapo. Prosfero apapo emena pali."

Mac loved when Stella spoke Greek. Oh he didn't know alot of Stella's language. But he knew what she was asking. Turning her in his arms, he could see the passion burning again in her eyes. Not waiting to be asked twice. He passionately kissed her. So deep, so passionate, as their tongues dueled against each other in their lovers dance.

Caressing his hands across her breasts. He could hear her sighs, and purrs coming from her mouth as their tongues still dueled in their dance. Breaking the kiss, Mac slid his tongue across her neck, her shoulders, until he reached her swollen orbs. Erotically biting down, and suckling, he heard her scream...

"Etsi polys pathos den boro anapneo..."

Mac wasn't sure what she passionately screamed out, but he had to admit it sounded erotic. So erotic that he slid his tongue down to her belly and began stroking his tongue in and out of her belly button.

Looking up he seen Stella tossing her head from side to side, as she bucked wildly off the bed yelling out again...

"Ochi perissotero sas pathos is dolofonia me."

That did it. Her sighs and cries were pushing him beyond the passion he was already feeling. Raising himself back up upon her, he entered her soakened core swiftly. Holding himself up with his hands on each side of the bed. Erotically moving deep within her, so out of control, as he plunged and plunged, until he felt her walls tighten around his swollen shaft. And as she released, he poured into her.

God so much passion and desire was burning them both in each others arms. The type of passion that was foreign to most couples who shared their love. Collapsing with gentle care on top of her, Stella began running her nails up and down his back.

"Please Stella...you're killing me," he whispered out.

"I would never kill you Mac. I love you to much for that."

"You love, are insatiable. But I'm not complaining." He grinned.

Stella laughed.

Leaning up upon her, he wrapped her in his arms, and flipped her over. Holding her close they fell back into sleep.

The next time they awoke it was morning. Getting up out of bed, Mac headed towards the shower. While he ran the water, and climbed in the phone rang. Waking Stella out of sleep, she forgot she was at Mac's and picked it up.

"Hello."

"Stella??What are you doing at Mac's?"

Realizing where she was, she looked up and seen Mac staring from the door. Covering the reciever she whispered...

"I forgot I wasn't at home. It's Danny. He knows I'm here Mac."

"Hello...Stella, Stella. You there Stella?"

"Yeah Danny. Hold on okay. I'll get Mac for you."

Passing the phone to Mac, she buried her head in the pillow, while Mac caressed her back, letting her know it was okay.

"What is it Danny?"

"We found the third party that owns Pacha. Don and I are heading there now."

"Okay Danny. Keep me informed. Stella and I will be there shortly."

"Okay Mac. See you then."

Hanging up the phone. Danny poked Don.

"Hey...what the hell was that for Danno?"

"Guess who picked up the phone at Mac's?"

"Who?"

"Stella. And I can tell you this much. She sounded like she just woke up."

Smirking at each other, they headed out to pick up Mr. Donald Weaver.

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