Authors: Cecilia Tan
"It's okay,” I told him. “Sometimes you just gotta roll with it. See what happens.” I tossed the bunny fur away and let the tip of my tongue circle around one of his nipples. He stiffened and I could feel his hand pressing into the sheets by my leg. I crawled over him, now sucking and teasing his other nipple with my fingers.
You know, I thought about strapping him down, too. But this was about letting his body do what came naturally, freeing him from his self-conscious nature and letting nature take its course. So I left his limbs free, sucked him and ran my fingernails lightly down his ribs, and let my breasts brush across his face. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, and I just kept it up until it seemed pretty likely that he wasn't thinking about much anymore, until he could forget the small apartment and what he'd eaten and why he was here. His throat opened up and he made noise as I teased him closer to climax, then backed off and worked his nipple more, then turned up the intensity once again.
It was a trick to get the condom open with one hand while teasing him with the other, but I did it. I had warmed the rubber between my thighs for a few minutes before I rolled it onto him. I put one knee on either side of him and guided him, then let go.
His body knew what to do then. His hands gripped my hips and he thrust himself up into me. I covered his mouth with mine while he moved in and out, his hands pulling me down hard so there was a smacking sound when our two bodies met. I hooked one leg around one of his and got my arm under his and the next thing I knew we were rolled over sideways, his motion never stopping. I got my other leg around his back and pulled him into me, locking my hands behind his neck. Then it was me who forgot where we were or why—time just seems to stop mattering at times like that, when it's all sensation and total pleasure.
His breathing quickened at some point and I said, “Honey, wait for me.” I slipped a hand between our sweaty torsos and pressed a finger to my clit. I began to come almost instantly, bucking hard and making my own noises in my throat. “Come on, honey, you too...” I said, as the second orgasm followed on top of the first. He came as I slipped my hand free so I could hold him even tighter. Make no mistake about it, Mac Donahue was solid muscle, so when I say he went rigid, it's not all that different from the way he was already. But I could tell when he came, and when he was finished.
We relaxed bit by bit, as aftershocks of my orgasms squeezed him several more times. Eventually, we were lying side by side on the sheets and I tugged the blindfold up.
He blinked in the light of the streetlamp outside the window, and there was that smile, the real smile.
"So it wasn't an entirely bad night, was it?” I asked him as I propped myself up on my elbow.
"No, I guess it wasn't,” he replied.
"Sometimes you just gotta forget everything and just let it happen,” I said.
He nodded.
"Now get some sleep. You've got a big game against the White Sox tomorrow, and I've got box seats."
He murmured against my neck. “That you do, darlin'. For the rest of your life, if you want."
Charlie was going to be so jealous. I'd have to remember to thank him, because if I hadn't been working, Donny and I never would have met.