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Moments Like This
Chapter Ten- One More Dance (2)
He clasps her right hand in his left and places his right hand on the small of her back. They move in unison, swaying to the music, this time unafraid to press their bodies close to each other.
"Are you happy?" he says.
She's surprised by his question. Can't he tell she's over the moon?
She nods against his shoulder, gripping him tighter for emphasis.
They sway around the firepit, making a one-eighty before he responds.
"it must have been hard, seeing me and Desi together."
She dresses back from him a little to see his face. "Are you trying to ruin the mood?"
He shakes his head no. "I'm wondering if it's the same way I felt when I saw you with Aubrey."
She's caught off guard and stumbles but he keeps them in rhythm once she recovers.
He continues, "I couldn't understand why I was so jealous at the time, but it all makes sense now. I can't bear to see you with anyone else,"
What she would give to see inside his head. Mac, jealous? That had completely gone over her head. It occurs to her she was as clueless to his feelings as he were to hers.
"I didn't even realize…" she says, "and you won't ever have to. I'm never letting you go Mac." He holds her tighter and nuzzles her hair.
"Why do you always smell so good?" he blurts out, in the spirit of speaking his feelings.
She wants to laugh at his outburst but she wants him more. She leaves a kiss on his neck, right over his mole. He stumbles slightly so she does it again, this time, raking her teeth over his sensitive skin. He sucks in a hiss and she pulls back to see his skin reddening where her mouth had just been.
"If you keep doing that, I'm not going to be able to help myself," he says, through gritted teeth.
She goes in for the kill, pulling his skin into her mouth only to release it with her teeth, inch by inch.
Heat stains her cheeks as another guttural sound escapes his lips. He stops their swaying and captures her hand, drawing it to his face. Riley goes with him, now potty in his hands. He slides one arm around her waist and pulls her snug to his hard body. She collides against him with a gasp.
He tangles the fingers of his free hand on the back of her, massaging her scalp then scraping his short nails against her skin. It makes her feel euphoric and high. They lock eyes, and she expresses her consent. His hot lips cover hers then. Her heart stops altogether and only when he slips his tongue into her mouth does it return, only now, it's more erratic than rhythmic.
Her hands slide down from his shoulders to his chest then back up to his neck. Her fingers scratch at the nape of his neck as his tongue tangles with hers.
Her desire grows in her, ready to erupt after she's been nurturing it for months. She knows in that instant, nothing can stop her from filling her need for him. She melts into his body with no resistance as he tries to pull her impossibly closer.
His tongue traces the seams of her lips only to plow into her a mouth a moment later. He repeats it until she starts making tiny squeals and moans that never make it past her lips. He smiles against her lips when she makes an especially throaty moan.
Her hunger becomes ravenous, she pulls at his neck and he responds by kissing her harder. It's his turn to groan when she presses her hips into his firmly. The sound is a deep guttural groan that compels her to do it again. Both his hands come down to clutch at her hips before grinds into him again.
He slips his hands down to the back of her thigh and hoists her up. With impressive ease, he walks them backward to the railing where he has her sit on the edge, only nestle himself between her thighs.
Riley feels wild and adventurous. Is the L.A skyline going to watch Mac make love to her?
He attacks her mouth again and she has her answer.
She clamps her legs around his waist, locking him right where she wants him.
His hands roam over her body, tantalizing and learning all the places on her body that makes her purr under his fingers.
Riley's own fingers hook into the hem of his t-shirt. She pulls away from his lips and rips the t-shirt over his head. She's not sure where it lands because his lips smash into hers again. He swallows her moans as she claws at his bare back. His skin is warm under hands and she can feel a thin sheen of sweat beginning to form on his skin. Her fingers nails dig into his back and she hears him growl in response. He nibbles on her bottom lips and she digs into his back deeper. His hips buck into hers and she grinds against his erection in response. Mac's hands tighten around her hips, like he's trying to slow himself down.
Riley is going crazy, her entire body is sensitive, she feels like an exposed nerve. Her nipples rub against his chest and her head tilts back as she cries out. If not for his firm grip on her hips, she would flip right over the railing. He's panting against her neck where he places wet kisses and soft bites against her skin. He drags his lips back to her mouth and she sucks on his tongue making him grip her tighter.
She feels one of his hands roaming under her blouse and shivers at his every touch. Moments later, he tears his lips away from her and works the blouse over her head. He then gets her bra off on record time, like he has reversed engineered it.
He stares are her bare chested, sitting on the railing with swollen lips. She's never done anything so brazen before but she feels his hands around her waist and knows he won't let her fall, in anyway. He surprises her when he reaches up and takes the hair tie out of hair. Her hairs fall over her face like a curtain and he looks at her like she's good enough to eat.
He runs his hands through her hair tenderly before kissing her lips, slowly this time, like he's worshiping her lips with his.
His hands begin to work her shorts down her thighs. His touch is sensual and delicate, making sure she feels every second of pleasure. He has to lift her off the railing to work her pants down her thighs. Once they pool around her ankles, he hoists her back on to the railing and claws a fist full of her thighs.
He kisses way down her body. Leaving a trail of swollen skin from her neck, to her shoulders and then to her stomach. It makes her breath get caught up in her throat as his kisses go lower.
He places a chaste kiss next to belly button, she shivers at the feel. Her skin is now slick with sweat and her breathing shallow when he kisses his way between her thighs.
He then loops his fingers through the band of her lace panties and they give way with one firm tug. Riley is full of energy, complete naked in front him-body and soul. His eyes fill will appreciation as he zeroes in on every inch of exposed skin. She can't imagine how she looks to him, she just knows she wet and aching.
He keeps his hands secured around her waist and just when she thinks he's going to kiss her where she needs him most, he pops back up with a wicked smirk.
Tease.
He angles her head so his kisses trail up her throat to the back of her ear where he discovers is especially sensitive. He tilts her body forward and uses one hand rub at her sensitive left nipple. He squeezes gently and her moans go hoarse with desire. She feels like she's ready to explode and he's barely even begun.
Eager to pay him back, she reaches down and cups his straining groin, or at least cups as much as she could with the size of her hand. He moves against her palm and she rubs his length again. It feels like he's going to burst through jeans so she begins working on his belt buckle. Her nimble fingers undoes his belt buckle but he's making extremely difficult to focus with his warm tongue moving in her mouth.
She gets pants and boxer shorts down his hips and hears the buckle clank as it hits the deck. She has to pull away from his lips to make sure her hands are not mistaken as her fingers are unable to grip his girth.
She's definitely going to be sore later. She strokes his hardening shaft and gasp as it pulses in her hand. She's practically dripping for him when he centers himself between her thighs.
It feels like he's moving in slow motion, he drops his forehead to hers as he aligns his pulsing shaft to her wet folds. He's barely even in when she bites down on her bottom lip. She unconsciously begins to clench up when he tips her head back to kiss her lips. His kiss is languid and his tongue feels like velvet against her own. She relaxes again and he uses the moment to slip his entire length into her. She cries out in pleasure as he begins moving inside of her. Riley completely loses herself in lust. She's never felt this good before. Mac is some kind sex genius as he hits her sweet spot with each stroke. He goes deeper and deeper and she moves her hips to match his thrust. Her moans grow louder and higher to octaves she doesn't know are in her range.
She's thrashing around on the railing and knows she should be more careful but she can't seem to care about anything except Mac filling her, impaling her ever so sweetly.
He pulls out of her and she almost cries at loss of contact. He pulls her thighs apart and thrust into her again his thrust sends her over the edge and she clenches around his length, riding out the waves of her climax. When her tremors slow to a stop, he moves one hand to her hair then begins moving inside her of once more. She's ultra-sensitive now and screams at the tender feel. He's building to his own climax when she bites onto his ear lobe and digs her nails into his back. His thrust become more erratic and she feels another climax building within her. She finds the height of pleasure almost unbearable. He slams into her over and over until she's clawing at him like a rabid animal, possibly breaking skin.
He spirals into his own climax and her name tumbles from his lips in one last desperate growl. Best sound she's ever heard.
They stay in that position on the railing catching their breaths. Mac is still slightly erect inside of her but neither of them dares to move.
She can't find the words to tell him how amazing she feels so she kisses him instead. Trying to paint how she feels onto his lips. He kisses her back slowly and eases out of her.
"You really are a fucking genius," she says and he looks quite pleased with himself.
"If I am, it's because you make me great," he says, rubbing his cheek against her damp shoulder.
He says, "should we head inside?"
"I don't think I can walk,"
With a cocky grin, he scoops her up like a bride and takes her to his room. He lays her gently on his bed and spoons up behind her. Their moist bodies cool down together. He's drawing intricate shapes on her back with his fingers and she hums contently.
"Worth the wait," she says before drifting off to sleep.
The morning comes all too soon for Riley. She's completely spent and before she can crack her eyelids open she feels her tired, sore muscles. She groans as she blinks open her eyes.
The first thing she sees is Mac. His brilliant blue eyes looking back at her.
"How long have you been watching me sleep?" she whispers.
He shrugs like it's irrelevant.
"You're beautiful when you sleep, did you know that?"
She can careless about her unkempt hair and smudged eyeliner when she turns to lay on her stomach. She loops on of her legs around his waist and nestles into his chest.
She can stay here forever. With her lower back exposed, he skims his fingers beneath the sheet and begins teasing her.
Ready for an encore she sits up and straddles him, letting the sheet pool around her waist and his legs. He's admiring her naked frame on top of him when they hear, "did somebody order a replacement for a replacement,"
Jack? Shit.
Riley's heart plummets to her stomach and she practically flies off of Mac and scrambles the sheet up to her chest just as Jack burst through Mac's bedroom door. His duffle bag hits the floor the same time his jaw did.
His eyes dart between Mac and Riley and their nakedness. He looks like he's having an aneurysm as he points to them but is unable to make sound exit his mouth.
"I fucking knew it!"