Page 19 of Mac's Vow

Yeah, he was getting pretty damn distracted too. Mac pulled his hand away. “Bath, woman.”

Without another word, Alyssa turned and left the kitchen. Mac cursed under his breath. The woman turned him on his fucking head whenever she was near. He glared down at the hard-on pushing against the fly of his jeans. “Chill, Jesus.”

Mac went to work on the kitchen. He kind of liked the routine they’d fallen into with Alyssa cooking and Mac cleaning. Too easily, he could imagine doing this every day. Having coffee together in the morning, coming home for lunch in the afternoon. Then some hot and wild sex to finish out the day. He’d never wanted to live with a woman before. Never wanted to share his private space. He liked keeping his own hours. Coming and going without having to check-in with someone else. But with Alyssa, that solitary existence suddenly felt empty and cold. A series of sex partners and a whole bunch of late nights working at Saint’s Investigations. What kind of life was that? He thought of the upcoming holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas and imagined how incredible it would be to share them with Alyssa. Shit, shopping for Christmas gifts for a woman had always sent him into a panic, but he actually looked forward to doing it for Alyssa. He wanted to watch her eyes light up as she saw the wrapped presents sitting under the tree on Christmas morning. Love, it changed everything.

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Mac couldn’t breathe. God damn, she was beautiful. He stayed as silent as a cat as he watched Alyssa laying in the tub. Her eyes were closed and her pretty tits bobbed in the water. Her soft pussy was exposed beneath the surface. Mac's dick hardened and every muscle in his body tensed as the need to pounce surfaced. If only she was at top fighting form, he could strip down, drag her wet body from the tub and fuck her against the counter. He could imagine watching her in the mirror as he pounded into her from behind. Damn, that little scenario is definitely at the top of his Places and Ways to Fuck Alyssa Saint list.

He’d stepped out of his clothes the minute he’d washed the last dish in anticipation of loving Alyssa for the next few hours. But when he’d walked into the bedroom and heard the snoring coming from the bathroom, he’d pounded down his own needs in favor of caring for Alyssa’s needs instead. Mac moved farther into the bathroom and Alyssa’s eyelids lifted. A grin spread across her face as she caught sight of him coming toward her. Her gaze traveled downward until his erection grabbed her attention. She licked her lips and Mac easily imagined her mouth wrapped tight around his cock. Yep, another one for the list.

Mac closed the last few feet, then knelt beside the tub and grabbed a large pink sponge off a shelf. He soaked it with the warm oiled water, then watched transfixed as water droplets spilled over her breasts and ribs and stomach. Her tummy invited him to touch. Mac smoothed the sponge in little circled over and around her navel. Alyssa’s breathing increased and she moaned his name in that Alyssa Saint way that had precome dripping from the head of his cock. As he drifted the sponge over silken skin, Alyssa spread her legs wide, inviting him to take it a step further. But Mac wouldn’t be rushed. He took extra care washing her arms, fingers, her slender neck. Her breasts received special attention and he was careful to steer around the bite mark. When he reached her pussy, Mac let the sponge drop from his hand. He wanted nothing in the way of his fingers and the soft, pink lips of her sex. He used his fingers to rub her little clitoris, then tease the slit of her soft, wet folds. Mac leaned down and kissed her, while two of his fingers slid deep inside her tight heat.

“I love this unobstructed view of your lovely curves, Alyssa. No bubbles in my way,” he murmured as he pushed his fingers in and out, enjoying the snug feel of her inner muscles as they sucked his fingers in and held tight.

“You feel so good, Mac,” she moaned as her hand came out of the water and clutched onto his wrist as if afraid he’d disappear if she didn’t. Fuck that, he wasn’t going anywhere ever again. She belonged to him now.

Mac picked up the pace, his fingers fucking her faster. Alyssa’s moans turned to wild cries of need as he used his other hand to tease her clit. Alyssa’s body seized and her muscles clenched as she rode his fingers faster, slamming her hips against his hand harder. The water sloshed over the rim of the tub soaking the floor and him at the same time.

Her hot pussy gripped him tight as she shouted out her climax and bathed his fingers in her wet satisfaction. He slammed his mouth over hers and captured her shouts. He slipped his tongue in, savoring the intoxicating taste of her. As her desire began to ebb, Mac pulled his fingers free and clutched her hips in his hands. God, he wanted this every fucking day.

Several seconds ticked by before Mac softly ordered, “Stand up, little baby. I want to check your welts.”

Alyssa’s drowsy brown gaze snagged his and her cheeks were flushed rosy from her climax. “No way can I move now.”

He released one hip and cupped her breast instead, teasing her nipple with his thumb. “I promise I won’t let you fall,” he murmured.

She smiled. “I trust you, Mac,” she replied as she sat up. Mac stood up, then offered his hand. He was only too happy when she took it. That simple display of her confidence in him nearly sent Mac over the edge and straight into possessive territory. The asshole side of him ached to take Alyssa away from everyone and keep her all to himself. Greedy bastard. Luckily Mac managed to keep that part of himself under lock and key. So far, anyway.

Once Alyssa was standing in the tub, her ass facing him, Mac got a good look at the raised lines across her bottom. They weren’t so red and swollen now. He leaned forward and kissed her there, tasting the oily water against his lips. More than that he tasted Alyssa and he wanted more. So much more.

Mac clutched her hip in one hand, holding her firm, then smoothed his other hand over both ass cheeks. “Any pain?”

She shook her head, water splattering around. “None.”

Mac massaged and kneaded, running his fingers in little circles, before he let them slip into the slick crevice between the soft, round globes. He growled as he encountered her tight puckered anus. He released her hip and parted her. His eyes took in every inch of her pretty pink softness. Her body belonged to him. No other man would ever touch her intimate flesh again. She was made for him to love and pleasure.

He slipped a wet finger around her little puckered opening, rimming it gently. When she stiffened and glanced over her shoulder at him, Mac grinned. “No?”

Her hands slapped against the wall in front of her for support, then she pushed her ass towards him, giving him permission to go further.

Mac obliged and slid his finger inside her bottom a mere inch as he used his other hand to lightly tease her already sensitized clit. Her moans drew him like a bee to honey. “So goddamn pretty,” he growled. “This ass. This pussy.” He emphasized his point with little teasing strokes. “Mine.”

“Yes, Mac. Oh, God, yes!”

Mac flicked at her clit, while he teased at the entrance of her ass. Alyssa cried out his name and bucked against his hand. God, she mesmerized him. Mac took her clit between his fingers and pumped it. Her body sizzled with little shockwaves. His thumb swiped back and forth over her clit, his other hand moved from between her ass cheeks and slid around the side of her body to her breast. He pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb and got a shout from Alyssa as his reward. His head dipped close to her nape, inhaling the sweet scent of her. He licked the side of her neck and shoulder, then suckled the soft, wet skin he found there. Alyssa jolted and her pulse throbbed, as if eager to be tasted.

She arched her back and shouted loud enough to have neighbors calling the law. Her clit swelled and hardened “Let go,” he gently ordered.

And she did. Her right hand reached back until she found his heavy cock and she squeezed him tight. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned as he thrust his hips forward. Alyssa just about had him coming when she tightened her fist around his dick and pumped.

Suddenly she exploded and her orgasm swept over her. It seemed to go on and on this time. As if Mac had unleashed some hidden part of Alyssa that was yearning to be set free. He liked that thought a little too much.

They stayed that way, her hand wrapped tight around his rigid length, while he had a hand on her breast and another buried between her legs. When she wriggled her bottom, Mac cursed. “Release my dick, Alyssa, or I’m going to come into your palm,” he warned.

“Mm, I like it when you come, Mac, but it’s more fun if you do it when you’re buried inside me.”

“You got that right.”

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