Smut for the sake of smut written in about 30-40 mins at work cause... yeah cause... have a cold shower ready.

Mac's POV and she knows what she wants. ;)

Want

I'm laying in his bed watching, propped up on my elbows so that I have a better view of all of him. Damn, he's beautiful, a description I've never ever used on a man before and yet it fits him perfectly. Broad chest with a light peppering of hair which trails down to the V descending down to the most impressive part of his physical form. He's naked and the hard muscles of his abs ripple as his hand strokes that hard rod extending from him, the one I've been dying to see all day. It makes me bite my lip and spread my legs a little wider giving him a full view of my most intimate secrets. He's staring at me like a starving man and I'm the only thing that could sate that appetite. What he doesn't know is that I am just as hungry for him, insatiable really to feel him push inside me, stretching and filling so much that it hurts. I want that pleasurable pain I know I will feel from his long, thick member.

The more I stare at him, the more he strokes himself enough that a little bit of his essence has leaked from the tip. My want to take him in my mouth overwhelms my want to feel him inside me and so I crawl over and take what is now mine. He's almost surprised to see me sitting at the edge of the bed, my head inline with his cock while he strokes himself. I push his hand away, greedily sucking the tip of his erection with an intensity that makes his hips buckle. I love the taste of him, salty and sweet, musky and I close my eyes as I listen to him moan under my ministrations.

One of my hand wraps around his thigh, feeling the strain of his big leg muscles under my palm as he struggles to stand. What I love most about pleasuring him is that control which is hanging by a thread barely contained with need as I slow the motions of my mouth down. His fists are balled at his side and when I look up the flames of lust live in his eyes. His jaw tightens and a rough breath escapes the back of his throat as I take him deeply only to pull him out and barely touch the tip with my tongue. "You're killing me." He grunts out.

I can tell he's getting close. The ragged breaths have turned into panting, his hips involuntarily jut forward so that I take in more of him. I moan and the vibration is what finally sends him over the edge unable to stop the thick jets of come that explode in my mouth. I see his eyes widen and it's as if he is about to apologizing when he finds me swallowing and licking every last drop. I still suck him, still enjoy feeling the ridges of his erection on my tongue, between my lips. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to." And he is looming over me, forcing me to lay back on the bed. He kisses me hard and out lips and tongue duel over that control he'd finally lost to me. It's when he starts to kiss down my body that I stop him. "No."

"No?"

"No." I nearly laugh at the confusion in his eyes and although I very much want to have his mouth pleasuring me, the need to feel that hot, hard length inside me is much more urgent. "I need you inside me. I can't wait."

A finger casually parts my folds as if testing my wetness. His eyes darken and I know he's found the evidence of my arousal. "Damn." That finger slides into me and I feel his long digit probing, curling, stroking, a mere tease to what my sex really wants. I'm not above begging for him, not when this intense need is making it painful that tingling down below. He brings that slick finger to his mouth, licking my juices off of my fingers and for the briefest of moments I nearly pull his head down between my thighs. That is until his hands spread me open wider, those rough palms feeling so damned good on my sensitive skin. He holds me open for him and inches forward ever so slowly. He's teasing me, I know it by the look in his eyes and that mischievous grin. He doesn't enter me, not yet, only lets his length slide between us. "Don't make me beg...Oooh." I barely finish my sentence when the wind rushes out of my lungs.

He enters me hard, pushing into my tight depths with a guttural grunt. It hurts and I don't care, I want this so badly, have been dreaming about it all day so much that my panties have been soaked. He's pumping into me savagely and I grip his bicep and hold on for the ride. The thrusts slow to long and deep strokes and then a grinding of his pelvis against mine. Each time he does that it teases my clit, makes me wetter and before long I am screaming his name. Stroke after stroke he teases my depths, pulls out and pushes fully in and then he gets that all too familiar look of concentration, that fresh sheen of sweat on his skin. He's trying to hold back, trying to make it last and when I squeeze him with my inner muscles I feel his cock pulsate and finally empty into me. "Damn." He says and his warm breath tickles my breast between which his head has come to rest.

I'm stroking his damp hair, trying to catch my own breath. He's still inside me, still hard enough that when I move my hip just so his body reacts. I push my hip up just to feel him move within me, that sexual need insatiable when we're like this. He recovers in record time flipping us over so that I am on top this time. His hands grip my hips helping me rise up and slam into him over and over. I love being like this with him too, riding him, seeing that delight on his face as he watches with that arrogant expression that is both infuriating and sexy. He knows I'm his and I know this too, that possession he has over me that I wouldn't relinquish to anyone else. I kind of hate that he makes me so wanton but, my body craves him and this union; the movement of flesh against flesh. And this time the climax is harder than before, dizzying really as I struggle to find my breath. "Damn." I say and he chuckles, I hear the rumble beneath my head which is resting on his chest.

"Yeah, damn we're good together." Too good because all it takes is a brush of one fingertip over an erect nipple to make me want him again.