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He heard her talking but couldn't quite focus on the meaning of the words. Every muscle in his body was taut, ready to plunge into her. "Wait, Mac, stop." She repeated, a bit louder this time.
The word 'stop' filtered through the haze surrounding his brain and he opened his eyes. "What?" He barely managed to form the word, his erection throbbing, urging him to bury himself inside her warmth.
"Condom." She repeated, sliding her body up the bed slightly, breaking the contact between their most intimate parts.
Oh shit. He thought.
A Nice Dinner 4 – Third Course: Main Dish (The gastronomic apex or climax of the meal serving to satisfy and delight the palate)
Mac drew in a few breaths, trying to regain his composure. "Jo." He was panting so fast, he had to stop a moment. He swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, I don't have any. I wasn't exactly anticipating the need tonight . . ."
Jo squeezed her eyes shut a moment and sat up. She opened them to see him at the foot of the bed now, kneeling back to rest on his feet, his erection already waning. She covered her face with her hands. "Oh God Mac, I'm so sorry for wrecking the moment. I got all caught up and wasn't thinking. About protection I mean. It's been a little while. Or a long while. Guess I'm out of practice." She removed her hands, smiling timidly at him, then seemed to regain some of her composure. "It's just, I'm not SO over the hill that the possibility of still getting pregnant doesn't exist . . ."
He smiled back at her. "Of course you're not over the hill. And you didn't wreck the moment." She snorted. "Well, ok, maybe you did a little bit there. But you were just being prudent. At least one of us was." He smiled ruefully and paused a moment. "Unfortunately, I AM over the hill enough to have stopped carrying around spare rubbers in my wallet a while ago."
She laughed softly at that. "Ah, so Mac Taylor did have a wild and raucous youth, back in the day, huh . . ."
He raised his eyebrows and climbed up the bed to sit next to her, pulling the sheet over them both as he did so. "I'm not sure wild and raucous would be the right description, but yes, I'll have you know, on occasion I even carried two in my wallet – just on the off chance I got really lucky."
She glanced at him sideways, trying to figure out if he was just being funny or if he was telling the truth. She wasn't sure and simply laid her head back on the pillow, sighing. "Oh to be young again, carefree . . . "
He meant to laugh, but it came out more as a choke. "I'm not sure I miss it so much. Young, carefree, Uncertain, Angry, Careless. Lots of words can describe youth, not all of them something I'd miss." His reminiscing made him think of Reed and some of his youthful exploits, which suddenly triggered another memory. His brow furrowed.
"Wait." He said, and lurched from the bed, heading into the bathroom. He grabbed his robe from the hook and slipped his arms through, not bothering to tie it. He wasn't so sure he was all that comfortable with his nudity now that they weren't in the heat of passion. Jo sat straight up and threw the sheet off her body, concerned. She thought perhaps he was ill. "Mac, are you ok?"
She heard him rummaging around in the bathroom and rose from the bed, quietly approaching the half closed door. "Mac?" She reached the handle and was just about to carefully push it when the door suddenly flew open. There stood Mac, a goofy half smile on his face, the untied robe revealing everything that it was really meant to cover, and in his hand, held aloft as if it were the golden ticket out of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, was a small square foil packet.
Jo just looked at him. "Mac Taylor, you tease. You probably knew that was there all along. Just saving it in case someone worthy crossed your doorstep?"
"Yeah, and it's been such a tough decision given the continual parade of eligible women that enter my bedroom at all hours of the day," he scoffed. He glanced over at her with a tiny glint in his eye. "Actually Reed, Claire's son, stayed in my apartment for a couple days a few years back, when I went to Greece to find Stella. I found it under the guest bed when I got back. Figured I'd stash it away, put it in an old toiletry bag of my dad's. Honestly, I'd forgotten about it until just now. It even moved apartments with me."
Jo looked at him askance. "You thought you'd just 'stash it away.' Like I said, just in case someone worthy crossed your door."
He ignored her, examining the label intently, squinting his eyes. "Trying to see the expiration date."
"Oh for Christ's sake, give that to me. You need to get some glasses." She stepped closer to him and grabbed the condom package from his hand, holding it under the dim bathroom lamp. He couldn't help but gaze at her body – she seemed to have no qualms whatsoever about being naked in front of him. She didn't even seem to notice. She was just so incredibly sexy. His mind started to wander back to a few minutes ago on the bed, when she interrupted his thoughts. "Hmmm," she mumbled and glanced at her watch. It was nearly midnight all ready.
She looked directly in Mac's eyes. "October 11 this year." He furrowed his eyebrows. "That's tomorrow, right?"
Jo smirked. "That's in 10 minutes honey. We better get movin'."
"I really doubt one day will make a difference; it's not like . . ." he began but was cut off suddenly as she grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into the bedroom towards the bed.
He stopped suddenly. Jo, still gripping his hand in hers, was sharply spun around to face him. She glanced up at him. "What's wrong? Cold feet?" She sighed. "Again? Really, Mac."
He shook his head slightly. "No, not that. We're just going to have to backtrack a little, I think," he began shyly, glancing down unintentionally at his flaccid member. "Rummaging around in the depths of my bathroom cabinets wasn't the most scintillating aspect of this whole evening."
Jo eyed him a moment, "Well I certainly hope that I was." But before he could respond, a sultry look came over her eyes. She let go of his hand a moment, walked over to the night stand to set down the condom packet and slowly moved back until she was standing only a few inches from him. "But I think I know of something that might get you back on track," and, still holding his gaze, she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him, startling him completely.
She reached out with her right hand and grasped him, her head moving slowly towards him. Mac, looked down at the top of her head, feeling as if he was watching from afar. He shuddered involuntarily, his breath suddenly caught in his throat. Of course, he knew exactly where she was going; she'd already tried it once tonight. It was so tempting just to let it happen. But given his earlier level of excitement, he feared that if she continued on this course, it would end up being the beginning, middle and end of their evening all rolled up into one very short first encounter. So he managed to grasp onto the single remaining fiber of reason left in his body and backed away slightly from her, placing his hand under her chin at the same time and gently urging her upwards.
"No, Jo, not this time." She rose slowly, a questioning look on her face. He reached out and stroked her cheek, tucking an errant lock of hair behind her ear. He continued. "Too impersonal."
She looked at him oddly. "You think sucking someone's co. . ." she stumbled over her word choice, thinking he might not appreciate such a slang term right now. She cleared her throat. ". . .is impersonal?"
"Well, I can't say I personally have any experience 'sucking someone's cock'. . ." He caught her blush as he finished her earlier phrase. Then he added ". . . but from my point of view, as the recipient, there's no emotional connection – you're down there, I'm up here and. . ."
She interrupted. "So you don't like blow jobs?" Her eyes challenging him.
He sighed, exasperated. "I didn't say that. Of course I like them."
Her hands found her hips and planted themselves defiantly there. "But just not from me." She glared at him, her eyes resembling those of a basilisk.
"JO." She was completely flustered at this point, reminding Mac of her behavior earlier in her office when he'd told her she had a spider on her. He reached out his hands and placed them on her shoulders, just as he had before, in an attempt to calm her down.
"Jo." He continued, more calmly this time. "I would love for you to do that for me sometime. I'm just trying to say that our first time, I want to be joined with you everywhere, not just your mouth around . . . that part of me." He took a moment to slide off his robe, standing before her completely nude. Her hands fell from her hips back to her sides.
He took a step towards her. His voice was soft and low. "You see, I want my hand in your hair, just like this." He reached out, caressing her soft waves, brushing them back from her forehead, her cheeks, finally curving around to the back of her head to trace small circles at the nape of her neck. Her eyelids fluttered and eventually closed as she leaned her head slightly into the support of his hand.
"I want my other hand on your breasts, like this." He reached out again, tracing down her cleavage slowly, deliberately, with his fingers, dipping first to trace around her left breast then back up to do the same around her right breast. He cupped each, in turn, gently in his palm, marveling at their firmness, their heaviness. He then moved his hand inward, gently massaging first one nipple, then the other, feeling them harden in response. He heard a soft moan escape her lips.
"I want your hands, your nails raking across my back while you murmur my name." He moved his hands to her collarbone, trailing them back over her shoulders, slowly down the length of her back, until they reached the smooth curve of her bottom. She could feel the rough skin of his fingers trailing over her sensitive skin. The thought entered her head that it was somewhat reminiscent of fine sandpaper, but rather than creating an uncomfortable sensation, it was causing goose bumps to rise up across her skin as if every pore in her body were being awakened by his touch.
With both hands snaking around to rest on her hips, he pulled her rather forcefully closer to him, causing her to gasp. "I want my mouth on yours, my tongue touching yours." And his mouth descended upon her lips, his tongue pushing inside without waiting for her to open for him. Her hands scrabbled at his back, up to his neck, finally finding a purchase in the short, slightly curly hair at the base of his skull. She pulled his head even closer to hers, her lips pressed against his mouth in a bruising response.
When he could no longer breathe, he finally pulled back slightly from her mouth to whisper next to her ear. "And most importantly, I wanna be buried inside you, as far as I can reach, so when you climax, I can feel your body caressing my whole length, pulling me harder, deeper, inside you, until I finally come crashing over the edge, in your arms."
Her body shuddered. "Ohhh, my God, Mac," was all she could manage for the moment, as he leaned closer again, gently kissing the tender skin on her neck just below her ear. "I want you here with me, all of me," he whispered softly, continuing to nibble first her neck, then her collarbone and finally the skin just above her breast.
He dipped further, lathing her cleavage with his tongue. Her hands reached out, stroking down his taut body from his chest, to his sides to his stomach and further down, just missing where he so wanted to feel her hand, her touch, anything at this point. She pressed against him slightly, feeling his body responding against her leg, and the vibration from his throaty groan just against her left breast only served to confirm that that condom was going to come in handy any minute now.
She cradled his head against her breast. "Ok, Mac, you convinced me." Her voice barely more than a breath against his forehead. "We'll wait on the blow job. Let's stop talking and lie down."
He grinned slightly and gently led her onto the bed. He let her lie down first on her back then climbed in next to her, against her side. He leaned in and kissed her softly, his mouth then trailing downwards, first licking her neck, her collarbone, then devoting equal attention to each of her breasts. He could feel her body quivering at his touch and he slowly snaked his right hand down her side, over her hip, across to her belly button and then further south. He was just curious . . .
His fingers trailed down through the small mound of coarse hair there, and then, as if teasing her, slid across and down to her inner thigh, barely avoiding her swollen center. He hadn't even touched her most private region, yet already he could feel her arousal on the skin of her inner thighs - she was slick with moisture, with wetness there. For him. He groaned and slid down the bed slightly, his head nearing her middle.
She shuddered but still managed to prop herself up onto her elbows, looking down at him between her legs. "Hey, no fair. You wouldn't let me . . ."
He grinned up at her, his eyes sparkling. "Just a taste. I promise I'll be right back."
She rolled her eyes, but quickly sunk back onto the bed as his tongue slipped across her outer lips, once, twice, then delved further inside. He found her small bud and stroked it with his tongue a few times before placing his lips over it and sucking, first softly, then with more force, more passion. He knew he should probably stop, but he couldn't bring himself to move away.
She felt small waves of warmth begin to spread out from her core. Damn, another minute like that and she was going to explode. Her body was quaking in response to his touch, so close to the edge. But he was right, this was not how she wanted their first time to be. She grabbed onto his head, his hair and pulled him back up to her. As his body slid up hers, she could feel his hardness pressing demandingly against her thigh, threatening to slip between her legs, and she pulled away from him slightly. "Now Mac, I need you now, inside me." She reached over and grabbed the condom package, ripping it open with her teeth.
As Mac sat up slightly over her, he couldn't help but grin as he watched her tear open the foil package and remove the condom, preparing to slide it over his arousal.
"A skill you perfected during your days as a cheerleader?"
She stopped suddenly, looking up and glaring daggers at him, her mouth twisted into a frown. "If you want this evening to continue, Mac Taylor, I seriously suggest that you start remembering your manners."
He smiled innocently. "I'm just kidding with you." He was actually hoping a bit of humor would mask his discomfort in having her put the condom on him. Strangely enough, that was not something he'd experienced previously.
She eyed him suspiciously but then her frown slowly morphed into a wide grin. "I'll have you know that the person who first explained to me how to do this was actually my older sister."
Mac cocked his eyebrows. "Ok, that's a story I need to hear. . ." she reached out and touched him, preparing the condom, ". . . but not now."
She smirked, placing the condom against his tip and rolling it, achingly slowly, over his erection. His body quivered in anticipation and when she finally finished, he looked across to her, his eyelids heavy, his mouth slightly parted, his breath ragged. "Did I get it right?" She asked, with a wink.
Mac merely smiled, pushing her back down onto the bed and moving over her. Her legs were now together and he inserted one of his knees between them, pushing one of her legs to the side so that he could settle his body there.
Mac was poised between her legs, just staring at her a moment. He reached down and gripped the base of his erection, placed himself at her entrance and looked her in the eyes. She returned his gaze, silently begging him to begin. She couldn't remember how many times she had dreamed about this, but now, she felt shy, uncertain of what she should be doing. She simply waited for him to take the initiative.
Somewhat surprised at her sudden timidity, he moved slowly to plant a kiss on her mouth. Then he began pushing slowly into her. She moaned slightly, which he took as a positive sign, and continued, not stopping to allow her to grow accustomed to him, but moving gradually enough that it really wasn't necessary. She was so wet already, so ready for him. She sucked in her breath and held it a moment. Once he felt resistance, he paused, hovering above her, then began a slow, pulsing rhythm in and out.
Jo felt her body reawakening as he moved inside her. Her initial shyness dissipating, she closed her eyes and reached her arms around him, first stroking his strong back gently with her fingertips. Then, as her confidence built, and she recalled his earlier words, she curved her fingers, her nails scraping ever so softly over his flesh. Mac moaned into her ear. "More. Harder." Her nails grated over his skin harder, faster, until she was sure she had drawn blood.
Mac's lips, trembling from the sensation of her nails on his back, skimmed over her lips, her cheek, her neck. He opened his mouth and suckled gently on the skin just above her shoulder. But as his arousal grew, he feared his ability to continue gently was lost and he pulled his face back from her, afraid he might somehow hurt her.
Jo could feel the barely restrained desire coursing through his body, could see the tendons in his neck sticking out like cords, the muscles in his arms taught and rippling, could hear the way his breath seethed through his gritted teeth.
She ran her hands smoothly now down his backside, pressing against his bottom, trying to move him further into her, faster into her. He didn't respond. He only kept up the slow, methodic rhythm he'd been in since first entering her.
She groaned loudly, pushing her hips up to meet his, trying to increase the pace. Increase the pressure. But he still didn't respond.
Finally she turned her head slightly, her breath hot on his ear. "Mac, you're holding back. Don't. Everything you're feeling inside right now, I wanna feel inside me. Just let go. For me. Please." The last few words were no more than a whisper. She felt rather than heard Mac let out a long, pent up breath. He drew back slightly from her face, his eyes molten. Still watching her, he pulled back slowly, nearly withdrawing completely and then, with no warning other than the languid closing of his eyes, he plunged deeply into her.
Jo gasped at the sudden response, pushing her hips up against him, grinding across him. Mac felt all the need, all the desire, all the passion he had buried over the past few years come to the surface in one massive wave. And he let himself go.
Mac was so close now, he wasn't sure he was going to be able to hold out. He felt as if his body was on fire. Jo was keeping pace with him, but he wasn't sure she was as close to her climax as he was. He'd been trying so hard to restrain himself, at least until she peaked. But her earlier encouragement to just let go had broken down his defenses, and now he didn't think he could slow down for anything.
He lifted up and paused in his rhythm, allowing his left hand to slip between their bodies and come to rest just above where they were so intimately connected. He moved it slightly until his hand was positioned directly above her center. Then he resumed.
The next time as Mac buried himself into her, Jo gasped and her eyes flew open. He looked down at her, searching for any sign that perhaps he had hurt her, or that she was somehow uncomfortable, but he saw nothing but pure passion on her face. She moved her body slightly, increasing the pressure from his hand against her most sensitive spot and gasped again, as she felt her desire building in her center at a frightening pace.
"Oh, Jesus, Mac, don't stop. Harder." She gripped the sheets around her, her knuckles pale with the effort.
He continued moving fast and hard into her, his hand still providing just the extra stimulation she needed. He looked into her eyes, seeing the first sign of her impending release. And as her climax finally exploded, rippling out in waves from her center, she cried out his name.
Mac felt her muscles contracting against him, around him. He removed his hand and with one more thrust he felt his balls tighten, his breath catch in his throat and with a serious of throaty groans, his orgasm crashed through him.
Mac lay atop her for a moment after, breathing heavily. He knew he should roll off her, that he would be feeling heavy to her by now, but he wasn't sure he could even bring himself to move. He felt his arousal begin to wane and knew he needed to pull out now, before the condom became pointless.
He rolled down from her body onto his side, gripping the condom and removing it, wrapping it in a tissue from the side table and leaving it there for now. He turned her so that she was facing him. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her and she nestled into his embrace, her head under his chin.
He smiled softly, suddenly a bit shy. "You ok?"
"Mmmm." Was all she managed in response.
Mac reached down and pulled the sheet over their bodies. They lay together in calm silence for a few minutes when Jo's body shivered suddenly. "Hey," he whispered. "You're cold. You want me to get a t-shirt for you?"
Jo shook her head. "I'm not cold. Just an aftershock." He laughed softly and caressed her hair. A minute later she shivered once more, this time more strongly.
"Jo, you're freezing. Let me get you a shirt." And he moved to get up, but her arms gripped him strongly, keeping him next to her.
"No, no, Mac, it's ok. I'm not cold." She chuckled slightly. "I just really have to go to the bathroom."
Mac pulled his head back slightly so he could see her face, a look of amused incomprehension on his own. "Well, so go; it's right there. You know where it is."
She gazed at him, her face looking a bit sheepish. "I don't want to ever get up; I want to stay right here. It feels so nice Mac."
Mac laughed and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, then opened his arms. "Go. I'm not leaving. I'll be right here when you come back."
She crawled reluctantly over him and out of bed, grabbing up the wrapped condom to dispose of it and walked the few steps to the bathroom. Mac lay staring at the ceiling, somewhat in awe of everything that had happened tonight. A few minutes later she returned and he opened his arms for her.
She sighed contentedly, burrowing back into his warmth. "Oh Mac, it's so nice to go to bed in someone's arms. I've missed that."
He kissed her shoulder ever so lightly. "I know."
Within a few minutes, he felt her breathing slow, her chest rise and fall more regularly under his arm, her head lean more heavily into his chin and he knew she was sound asleep. He smiled to himself. And the last thing he remembered, before succumbing to sleep himself was the feel of her soft skin as he stroked her arm lovingly with his finger.
A/N: Thanks again for reading. I realize this was just one long love scene, but then I guess my goal with this story wasn't particularly plot development ;) It's not quite over yet. A couple more chapters should get me where I'm hoping to go with this.