Chapter 2

Later that evening she heard the soft sound of knocking. Throwing on her robe Stella asked..

"Who is it?"

"It's me. I'm sorry to wake you. May I come in?" asked Mac.

Unlocking her door she could see the tiredness in his dark wet eyes. Without so much as a word she lead him to her couch, laid him down and covered him up.

"Sleep Mac. It will all be okay. I promise to protect you," said Stella with tenderness.

"I know Claire. I love you."

Once she was sure he was sound alseep. She headed back to her bed. So many nights it was like a repeat of a program that played over and over. Each night he had called her Claire. Always leaving her thinking that if only he could accept, if only he could let go. He would finally be able to see that he no longer had to be alone.

Falling into sleep she dreamed. Dreamed of his erotic touch as his fingrtips danced along her silken skin. God the fever was burning so badly within her. She could smell him, his scent, his warm breath as it caressed across her neck.

Slowly waking from her dream she seen it wasn't a dream at all. Oh no. He was there. In her room, leaning over her naked form. Admiring her beauty as he grinned.

"Maaaaaaac"...Stella whispered.

"Shhh...please. Let me love you. I need to feel. I need to know that you are real. I need to know that human touch is still alive within me. Please say you'll let me love you," whispered Mac.

The first thing that came to her was fear. The fear that Mac thought she was Claire.

She was at a loss for words. She wasn't sure if she could say what she wanted to say. For everything from this moment changed everything they were to each other. Feeling his caress once again dance against her cheek she nodded her head.

"I know Mac. I understand. I need to feel human touch as much as you. I need to feel that bonding between friends and lovers can exist," whispered Stella.

No longer did she care. She had loved him for so long. She had waited what felt a lifetime to feel his touch.

Sensually slipping his hand across her arm he felt her shiver. So sensitive she was to each touch, each stroke he passionately gave her. With fingertip caresses, she danced them along his back as he softly, tenderly kissed her neck.

"So beautiful. So warm and giving. With each stroke, each caress, I can feel you come to life in my arms," whispered Mac.

Caressing his hand lower he reached the inside of her thighs. Carefully spreading them open he placed his fingertips on her bud as her nails dug deep within his skin. Knowing she was coming apart in his arms was killing him. Driving him to want her more.

Moving his fingers lower he stroked them deep within her core. God she was so warm, so tight, as his fingers danced within. So much she was feeling, so afraid now that Mac may accidently call her Claire.

Feeling her tense, Mac stopped and looked into her eyes.

"What is it? Do you want me to stop?" asked Mac in passion.

"No...please don't stop Mac. I want you to love me. Please," cried Stella.

Stroking his tongue down her neck, back up to her lips, he sensually kissed her. Kissed her like she was the only vital breath keeping him alive. He knew he was scaring her, but he could also feel her passion burning within his touch.

Moving his tongue lower down her body he stroked his tongue across her nipple, leaving her withering in endless pleasure. Caressing his tongue lower he reached her silken thighs, kissing, stroking, licking, till he touched her bud.

Watching in fevered passion as she bucked off the bed. Holding her in place, he licked and twirled his tongue, feasting on her, tasting her nectar as it poured within his mouth. So lost he was in her. So much heartache that had been built up for years was finally coming to the surface. He could feel that she loved him, all this time it was Stella that was keeping him alive. It was Stella keeping him from sinking into a world of hurt and pain.

Sliding himself back up upon her he looked into her tear filled eyes. He knew she was hoping that he would say her name. He knew in his heart, that she was full of fear that he would call her Claire. But how could he. For they were different as night and day. Their beauty was radiant, both their hearts were full of love. But their thoughts, their dreams were different. Each had their own dreams and love was meant for him.

Wrapping his fingers in her hair, he bent his head while his shaft positioned itself on her core. Then when he was a breath away he whispered...

"Steeeeella..."

Hearing her name from his whispered breath at the same time he plunged forward was to much on her senses. All at once she could feel herself falling off the edge of reality. Falling to a place where only her and Mac existed. So deep within her she could feel her walls squeeze in pleasure as his thick shaft continued to plunge forward. So out of control now, as their fingers twined within each other while their souls danced in fevered passions.

Grinding himself to the hilt, he heard her deep intake of breath as the orgasm overtook her, leaving him lost as he poured himself within her. No longer wanting the feeling to end, no longer wanting the love to disappear she raked her hands across his back, telling him without words that she needed to feel more.

Flipping her over Mac allowed her to take the lead. Wild now, so out of control as she rocked herself upon him, tossing her head back as he fed on her breasts leaving them tender and sore as he nipped and bit. Raising his knees he had her hair fall upon his legs, as his fingers touched her soaken bud, sending her panting into a sea of erotic colors.

He could feel her nearing the edge of her next orgasm. Never had he met someone so giving, so passionate in her own beauty. Gripping her hips tightly he held her upon him while he poured into her, yelling out her name...

"Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeella."

Collapsing on his chest he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hair.

"Stella...look at me please," whispered Mac.

As she leaned up on her hands he could see the fear in her eyes. He could see the insecurity that he may say it should have never happened. Caressing her cheek he whispered...

"Stay with me Stella. Stay with me forever. Build a life with me, a future with me. Have children with me, please tell me you love me Stella. I need to hear the words," said Mac.

"I do love you Mac. I've loved you for so long. Everynight I brought you home, comforting you, caring for you. That was my love shinning through. I knew you needed me as much as I needed you. I also knew neither of us were ready to admit it. But now that we have, I have every intention of caring for you, for our children, for the rest of our lives," Stella cried.

Pulling her up close, he kissed her tears as he said...

"As I take you Stella. I promise I'll make every memory count, I promise every moment seem like the first. We will grow old together with our children by our sides," said Mac.

Moving in closer their lips touched. Bringing back to life all the passion, all the desire, all the love that was meant to be forever written in their hearts and their lives.

The End.