Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection (68 page)

I sat up on the edge of the bed, pulling him to me, and taking over the job.  I pushed his hands away from his fly, opening the remaining buttons one by one.  Slowly, I pulled the jeans over his naked hips, revealing every delicious inch of him as his gorgeous hardness stood at attention in front of me.  

Without a word, I engulfed him with my lips, sliding up and down on his throbbing shaft as his moans reached my ears.  His velvety cock slipped in and out of my mouth as I twirled my tongue around him, licking him, tasting him, drawing his desire out of him with every stroke.  The sound of my name on his lips, and the feel of his hands caressing my face, made my entire body come alive and I continued my assault on his perfect, massive, beautiful cock.  Just as I felt him begin to swell in my mouth, he pushed me away, gently pulling my lips off of him, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet in front of him.

“Daisy, beautiful Daisy,” he whispered. “I need to see you.  I need to see all of you, every inch of your beauty, before we go any farther.”

He reached down and pulled open the pearl snaps on my shirt, my breasts bursting out.  I shrugged the shirt off, revealing my black lacy bra.  His head dipped down and he trailed slow, wet kisses along my breasts and up to my neck before he reached down and began unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans.  

He slipped to his knees in front of me, pulling them over my hips and down my legs before I stepped out of them.  

I stood in front of him, wearing nothing but my bra and panties, as he remained kneeling and looking up at me.  The moonlight was just right, and I could see his gorgeous brown eyes, staring up at me with such intense hunger that I would have been frightened if I didn’t know him, if I didn’t want him just as much as he wanted me.

He swallowed hard, his hands on my thighs as he stared up at me and whispered.

“Take them off.”  He uttered such a simple, quiet request, but his words were filled with so much passion, so much desire, that it came out in a domineering command that shot electric shocks through my center.

I couldn’t speak.  I almost couldn’t think.  All I could do was be thankful that he wasn’t afraid to tell me what to do, because that was exactly what I needed from him.  I didn’t want to speak or think, all I wanted was him.  

I did as he asked, silently, happily.   When I finally stood naked in front of him, his eyes darkened as he stared up at me.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said, his voice filled with awe that almost made me feel shy.  But this was no time for shyness.  

Not with a man like Mike Montgomery.

Not with a passion like this.  No, shyness had no reason to be in this room, and I pushed it away like a fly as I took a deep breath and stood bravely in front of him as his eyes drank in my nakedness.

His hands were hot and heavy on the front of my thighs, and he used his grip to gently spread them apart.  The heat of his breath caressed my skin as he brought his mouth to my pussy, the first jolts of his tongue sliding between my lips causing me to moan in ecstasy.  It had been so long since I had felt pleasure like this, so long since anyone had attended to my needs, so long since my body had felt anywhere near this alive, that I almost couldn’t take it.  I struggled to avoid pulling away, reminding myself that if I could find a way to just relax, to take anything he wanted to give me, that I could find the bliss I had been missing.

His tongue worked its way around my pussy skillfully.  He licked and sucked at my clit, and my knees buckled when he took my clit into his mouth and I fell back onto the bed.  He raised himself up and followed me, his mouth never leaving my body, his tongue fucking into me now, hot and thick and hard, my juices flowing freely as I thrashed uncontrollably under him.  

I buried my hands in his long, black hair, pulling him into me as he sucked at my clit rhythmically. Slowly, his fingers entered me.  He pressed deeper, opening me and pushing upwards into my g-spot as he sucked on my clit hard.  I spasmed around his hand, my orgasm building deep inside of me, as he fucked into me over and over, adding even more fingers as he went along. 

When I came, it was as if a light exploded in my body, and all the darkness of the day, of my past, of my entire life, just disappeared. I felt light as a feather as waves of pleasure washed over me, his tongue greedily lapping up the result of his work.

Before I could catch my breath, I felt him rise above me, his cock so hard, so hot, throbbing so violently that I could feel his pulse.  He kissed me sweetly, the taste of my pleasure on his tongue, before he pulled away slightly and lined his cock up with my soaked pussy.

Our moans mingled together and echoed in the darkness as he entered me slowly, deliciously filling me inch by slow, smooth inch.  I wanted it fast and hard, I wanted him to fill me up completely, but he waited, and he went so slowly it was driving me crazy.

“Please…” I whispered in his ear, needing to feel all of him.

But he had other plans.

“Shhh, baby…” His breath was hot against my ear.  “We’ve got all night.  I want to go slow…I want it to last forever…I want to remember this forever…”

He continued pushing into me, barely moving an inch at a time and it took all my willpower to not thrust my hips up to meet his.  

We’d do it his way.  This time.

I sighed, my body opening slowly for him, my juices covering him as he finally filled me completely.  

“Oh, baby,” he whispered.  “You feel so amazing around me.”

He began moving his hips, fucking into me, as his lips found mine again.  Slowly, he moved against me, pushing and pulling as I melted under him. My legs wrapped around him as I held on, ready to take everything he wanted to give me.

I heard his breath quicken as he began to twitch inside of me, his cock swelling larger with every thrust, until he thankfully abandoned his slowness and began fucking into me with abandon.  His kisses turned rough and hungry as he thrust into me and my hips rose to meet him.  My legs and arms clung onto him tightly, pulling him deeper into me as he groaned above me.  

His thrusts were deliciously painful, and I found myself wanting even more.  I wanted him deeper inside me, I wanted him pounding into me even harder, I wanted the pain.  Because with the pain came the most exquisite pleasure.  Our bodies fit together perfectly, his cock filling me up as my pussy spasmed around him until we were both crying out in rapture as he pushed into me in one final, violent thrust, his cock exploding, the warmth of him washing away any pain that ever existed inside of me.

Afterwards, we lay together, clutching each other as close as possible as we fought to regain our breath in the moonlight.  When he whispered to me again, his words seeped right into my soul.

“Baby, I hope you enjoyed that, because I am never, ever going to let you go….”

****

The next morning, he was gone.  I woke alone in my bed, the sunlight streaming across my naked, spent body and sadness washed over me when I realized he wasn’t there.

I put on a robe, and walked out into the kitchen.  He had left a note and the smile that spread across my face as I read his words stayed there all day.

Daisy, 

You’re the most delicious woman I’ve ever known.  I can’t wait to taste you again.  Very, very soon, I hope.  I’m sorry I had to leave. You looked so fucking peaceful, and I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up.  I need to get home before Rosie wakes up, otherwise I would be devouring you all day! Call you later.

Love, Mike

****

I stayed in bed most of the day, until I absolutely had to get up.  I didn’t want to leave, I wanted to lay around naked, remembering every delicious moment, touching the places where I could still feel his touch, and smelling my sheets, his scent lingering in my room.  

I had never been with a man like Mike.  A man so happily attentive to my needs? A man that touched me with such love and confidence that somehow he made me forget about everything else in the world?  I didn’t even know men like that really existed.

The only reason I finally pulled myself out of bed was because I was starving, in a way that only amazing sex can make you starve.  I knew I was really hungry for more of him, more of his amazing body, his amazing mouth, his amazing cock, but since I couldn’t have any of that, I would settle for food.  Reluctantly, I showered and dressed and made my way to the grocery store.

I hated going shopping.  Especially for food.  It was repetitive and boring and I was in no mood to be around a bunch of distracting people.  People who might interrupt my blissful thoughts of the amazing man that had made love to me all night long.

That’s why, as I was pushing my cart down the cereal aisle, my mind was lost in thoughts of last night.  But suddenly, my pulse skipped and a dark, familiar feeling wrapped around my heart. I thought I felt someone behind me, but when I turned around there was nobody there.  I tried to shake it off and continued winding through the aisles.

Later, when I was picking out produce, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up.  I looked around, feeling panicked, but I saw nothing out of the ordinary.  

It was just like me, I thought, to think something could be wrong when I was supposed to be feeling so blissful.  Pushing every unpleasant thought out of my head, I headed to the checkout stand, anxious to get home to the privacy of my own perverted thoughts.

As I turned a corner, I stopped in my tracks.  

Todd.

I could have sworn I saw him go around the end of the aisle I was turning into.  Quickly, I pushed my shopping cart down the aisle.  When I turned the corner again, he was nowhere in sight.  Frantically, I scoured the aisles of the store looking for him, with no success. 

I was sure I wasn’t just seeing things, but maybe it was just someone that looked like him. 

I quickly checked out.  As I left the store and made my way to my truck, I scanned all the cars in the parking lot, but still didn’t see him.

I sat in my truck for a moment, locking the doors and trying to push away the fear and catch my breath before I made my way back to the apartment.  My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears.  

Mike’s words rang in my ears, and I contemplated calling him, but I changed my mind.  

I spent the rest of the weekend locked in my apartment with my gun on the kitchen table and the blinds drawn, peeking through them periodically.  My thoughts were torn between memories of my amazing night with Mike and a growing feeling of impending doom.  

****

When I arrived at school on Monday morning, my fears proved correct.

“You have a message, Daisy,” the principal’s secretary, Beverly, said to me when I walked into the office before school.

I took the pink slip of paper from her hand and read the message.

“Are you okay, Daisy?  You’re a little pale, honey,” Beverly said, looking at me with concern.  

My stomach churned as I crumpled the message and stuffed it into the front pocket of my black slacks.   

“I’m fine, Beverly, thank you.” I walked out of the office and down the hallway to my room as quickly as I could, looking behind me several times along the way.

When I reached my room, I was thankful that I was early and would have a few minutes alone before my students arrived.  I sat at my desk, my hands shaking violently as I removed the slip of paper from my pocket and smoothed it out to read again.

It said it was from Todd, and the message was simply,
‘We miss you at church.  Love you!’

So the time had come. He found me.

I sat at my desk, my head racing as I tried to figure out what to do about all this, when the door of my classroom opened and I almost jumped out of my skin.  I relaxed when I saw that it was Mike and Rosie.

“Oh!”  I said, my heart pounding.

Rosie ran right over to me and jumped in my lap.

“Ms. Daisy!” 

“Hi, Rosie,” I said.  “How are you today? Did you have a nice weekend?”

I avoided looking at Mike at first.  My mind was racing, and as much as I wanted to tell him everything, I knew this wasn’t the right time.  Not in front of Rosie.  Not right before my room was about to be filled with rowdy seven year-olds.  I would tell him later.

I forced a smile, and raised my eyes to him.

I wasn’t sure what I would see there.  I wasn’t sure what he would see when he looked at me.  Sometimes, when you’ve slept with someone the first time, there’s a period of readjustment when you see them again.  Sometimes you have to start all over.  But then, there are those other times.  Those times when you feel like no time at all has passed since you last saw them, and you pick up right where you left off.