"You know Lindsay this isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said that we should go shopping." Stella commented dryly as I dragged her through the grocery store. "Oh like it's my fault you're about as domestic as a lion." I replied. "Come to think of it with all that hair…" She glared at me and I smirked and shut my mouth. We headed down the cereal isle and I grabbed lucky charms. Stella stared at me incredulously and said, "Seriously? Lucky charms Linds?" I laughed and stuck my tongue out at her. "So, you and Mac huh?" I blushed and ignored her.
She laughed at me and we continued shopping. When we got to my apartment she helped me unpack everything and we watched TV until it was time for her to head home. On her way out she met Mac who was just about to knock on my door. She smirked at the both of us and left. She also knew perfectly well that I had bought condoms at the store. I invited him in and we sat on the couch.
We talked about everything for about two hours until I was just about talked out. He was in the middle of telling me that he thought it would be best if I moved back to New York when I kissed him. Of course I would be moving back, if he thought for one minute that I was going to be hundreds of miles away from him again he was wrong. He pulled me onto his lap, straddling his legs, and slid his tongue swiftly into my mouth. I moaned and wound my fingers around his neck to play with the hairs on the base of it. We broke away, air becoming a slight necessity and he started biting at my neck. Not hard, just enough to have me moaning. I started to unbutton his shirt but he stopped me. "Are you sure?" I nodded and bit my lip. I felt him, rather than heard him, groan. "Lindsay do you have any idea what that does to me." I cocked my head, what in the world was he talking about. "Oh!" He ground his erection into my core.
He picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. Apparently he felt that taking me on my couch would be too high school of him. I cheekily replied, "What about taking me on the back of it?" He deposited me on the bed and lifted off his shirt, men shouldn't be allowed to have muscled like that, they do strange things to women. He removed mine as well, wasting no time in removing my bra too. I reached out to run my hands over his chest but he grabbed them and pinned them over my head. Ooh detective Taylor likes to be in charge, I think I probably should have guessed that. He took my nipple into his mouth and swirled over it with his tongue. I gasped and arched up to reach him. He wouldn't let me and gently bit my nipple, not enough to hurt, just enough to make me gasp in pleasure. Finally he lay on top of me fully letting me feel his body. He cupped my cheek with his hand and told me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. I told him I loved him to, and for a moment we were calm, just looking into each others eyes. Then his hands slid to my waist and pulled down my pants. He saw my French cut lace panties and groaned. I smirked. He kissed his way down my neck and kissed my stomach for a few minutes, I giggled and cupped his cheek, he grinned at me and continued his journey down. He slid my panties down and kissed my legs. He made his way back up my body and I slid his pants off. Hmm, that answers that question, boxers. I made a mental note to tell that to Abby. I slid my hands down his chest until I reached the edge of his boxers. I slid my hand under them and cupped him. Umm woah, he's uh…big. He smirked at me, clearly knowing what I was thinking. I squeezed to remove the smirk; he groaned and buried his head in my shoulder. I removed his boxers next, as he was kissing my neck. We were both completely naked know, no barriers. We felt all of each other. He grabbed a condom off my bedside table and put it on.
He looked into my half-closed eyes as he positioned himself. He said gently, "Open your eyes; I want to see them when I enter you." I struggled to keep them open as he slowly entered me. Too slow. I thrust my hips up and he was buried to the hilt inside of me. It was awkward at first; I wasn't used to someone so big. But he let me get used to him before he started thrusting. I met each of his thrusts. "Harder, faster." I moaned into his shoulder. He grabbed my butt and lifted my hips, when he thrust he went farther than before. I could feel a tingling feeling starting in my core. With each thrust of his hips I came closer until I screamed his name as I exploded. I arched my back into him and he groaned at how tight I became. He thrust a few more times, riding out my orgasm and came with me. When we were finished he rolled over, tossed out the condom, and dragged me on top of him. I buried my head into the crook of his shoulder, still panting. He was breathing heavily as he said, "I love you." I replied, I think. My mind was still a little hazy. That was the best sex I've ever had. Normally first time sex isn't that great, it's all about getting to know the other person. But I've known Mac for 3 years. We both fell asleep spooned together.