Chapter 21

"Let's see if I can make you forget again.

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When Stella got home from work she changed into her black jeans and cut off belly shirt. Spraying herself with perfume, she headed back out to meet Angell at the bar. Opening her door, she smacked right into her husband.

"Ouff...." said Mac.

"Hi honey. I'm just heading out with Jess, did you want to come?"

Oh he wanted to come alright. Just not in the way she meant. Her little stunt today was twice as worse, as his. She only had Danny during hers. He had the whole damn team, plus Sinclair. Stella could tell he was still peeved.

"What's the matter, honey? Didn't you like the way I craved you today?" laughed Stella.

"No love. You were very naughty. What if Sinclair would have leaned over my desk, what would you have done then?" he said with anger.

"I would say hello, she laughed again. Night Mac, see you later."

Kissing him on the lips she headed out. Chasing her down the hall, he slammed her against their wall. Pinning her arms high above her head, he grinded himself right against her heat, feeling her nipples harden with excitment.

Kissing her in fevered passion, he allowed his hands to roam everywhere down and up her body, tearing off her belly shirt, followed by her bra. Then tugging on her jeans, he pulled them off her, hissing near her ear. "Lift your legs, get them off, now."

Stella couldn't breathe. She couldn't get a word out with all the angered passion he was feeding her. God how her body was vibrating on every word, every breath from him. Knowing she was to sexually charged to move, he hissed... "don't move your arms, don't move your head. Stay exactly the way you are."

Move... how could she move when her body was already screaming orgasm. Feeling him lift her leg, he slid off her pants tossing them on the floor. Then he placed deep erotic tongue caresses across her calves, thighs and tummy. Stopping at her belly button plunging his tongue in and out with hunger.

Hearing her cries, he felt her try to remove her hands from the wall. Pulling himself up, he grinded himself into her again, "I said don't move." Cupping her breasts while brushing his fingertips across her nipples, he felt her body shudder.

"Please Mac... I need..."

"I know what you need. But you know what? For your behaviour today I'm going to make you crave me, I'm going to bring you to the edge, but not over. Never over, love, till I've had enough, and feel your body can't take anymore."

Mac felt her quick shudder again. Letting him know that her body was building once again. Lowering his head, he traced his tongue over the left nipple, lightly scraping his teeth across to the right, where he suckled it with greed. Sliding his hand down her body, he felt her open her legs.

"Did I tell you to move? Did I tell you to open your legs?" he hissed out. Stella wasn't sure how much more her body could take. He had had her on the edge twice now. Stopping as she was ready to pour, bringing her body back down to cooling, before building her up again.

Mac could tell she had neared her breaking point. He could see her body had been sensually drained from his erotic play, as her hands fell from the wall to her sides. Feeling her legs quivering he swept her up in his arms, and carried her to their bed. Laying her upon the sheets, he watched her hips grind off the bed.

Placing his hands under her bum, he raised her as he entered her warmth. Plunging with deep uncontrolable rage. Always she brought him to this fevered need of sensual joining. Moving in erotic rhythm her hips raised to meet each stroke, each downward plunge until they were both lost in the orgasm that flamed within.

Lowering his head to hers, softly kissing her swollen lips, she continued to clench him within her. Turning her on her side, he spooned her into his warmth. Silence now filled their room, along with the darkness that had invaded the sky. Leaving them both to realize, they had been making love for hours. Looking at the clock Stella noticed it was two in the morning. Stifling out a giggle, Mac asked her... "what's so funny, love?"

"Poor Jess, I forgot to meet her for drinks. That's what your love does to me Mac. It' makes me lose my every thought."

Mac smiled... what more could any man want to hear, to boost his ego then... "you made me forget my every thought." Turning her in his arms, he whispered... "let's see if I can make you forget again."

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