Page 54 of The Facilitator: Part 2
“I think I’d rather concentrate on your naked body than my day, for the moment,” hereplied.
“I think I’d rather you did that aswell.”
I raised one leg and hooked it over his hip; he held it as he stepped closer. His erection pressed into my stomach and he wrapped his free hand around the back of my neck. At first he just rested his forehead against mine, staring at me. I couldn’t focus on him that close, so I closed my eyes and reached to kiss him. His kiss was gentle, tender, and loving. His hand ran the length of my thigh as the warm water poured overus.
He reached down to grab my other leg. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him as he took the couple of steps needed to pin me against the tiled wall. It was cool against my back. His kiss strengthened from gentle and loving to fierce and claiming. His moan reverberated inside me and his erection pressed firmly into my stomach. As he held my legs around him, I reached down and gripped his cock, and I angled myself ready for him. With just one thrust he was inside me where hestilled.
If I thought orgasm denial wasn’t pleasant, to have the full length of him completely still inside me was worse. There wasn’t much I could do; I was pinned to the fucking wall. I bit down on his tongue and his lip and he chuckled. I tried to rock myself against him, but it was impossible. I pulled my headback.
“Fuck me, Mackenzie,” I said, staring athim.
He smiled and gave one small nod of his head. He rocked gently back and forth, rotating his hips slightly as he did. The friction caused my stomach to tighten. The warm water continued to flow over him and splashed onto my skin. I wasn’t sure if the goose bumps were from where it had chilled or the way Mackenzie was grinding deep into me. I rested my head back against the tiled wall as he licked the skin on my throat, catching drips of water on histongue.
“I love you,” he whispered into myskin.
I didn’t get the chance to reply; as I opened my mouth to speak it was a moan that left my body. He had pulled out and slammed back into me with such force my back scraped against the tiled wall. He was rough and I loved every second of him taking what he needed from me. I cried out his name as I came, and he growled out mine at the same time. Immediately, he let go of my legs and I stood as he dropped to his knees. He grabbed my hips, and while his cum slid to my thighs, he licked and nipped at my clitoris. I gripped his head as his tongue ran over the swollen and overly sensitive bud, prolonging the tightening muscles in my stomach, the shivering to my skin, and the heat that chased static over my body. When I could stand it no more, I pushed his head away. He laughed as I slid down the wall until I was sitting, my legs at either side of him, on the showerfloor.
“Oh God, that was…awful and nice,” I said. “I’m sure my hip isdislocated.”
Mackenzie stood and reached out to me. I took both his hands in mine and he helped me to my feet. He kissed the tip of my nose as he stepped back into the jets of water after resetting the timer. While he soaped himself, I finished shaving my legs before doing thesame.
Mackenzie was sitting on the edge of the bed with a towel around his waist when I walked back into thebedroom.
“We had a strange telephone call this evening,” I said, as I sat naked at the dressing table to moisturise myskin.
“A strange call?” he asked. He stood and held out his hands for me to pour some cream on his palms. He massaged the cream into the back of my neck andshoulders.
“Yes, an American woman. Asked for you and wouldn’t tell me hername.”
“Addison?” he asked, as he looked at my reflection in themirror.
“That’s that strange thing, unless she was disguising her voice, I don’t think so. She sounded much younger, the more I think about it. Maybe late teens, earlyadult.”
“Well, we know it can’t be a child I have no knowledge of,” he joked. “I think we need to get the phone numberchanged.”
“I disagree. What if it’s someone who needs your help?” Isaid.
“We won’t be here for the nextweek.”
“Kerry willbe.”
“Okay, you checked to see if we could recall thenumber?”
“I did, it wasn’t recorded. But you know something else? If she was calling from abroad there would be a delay; there wasn’t. I’ve just thought about that. She might very well have been calling from theUK.”
“Even stranger. I know some Americans, of course. I think I might have Mary call around and see if anyone was trying to contact me. Although, I don’t know anyone who would have this house number. I don’t think I’ve ever given it out. We have a landline for Internet and the alarm company,mainly.”
He had finished massaging cream into my skin, and I watched as he looked at hishands.
“You should put that on your face,” Isaid.
“No thanks. I’ll take my chances with aging and sun damage, and whatever else men got before some multi-billionaire convinced women this would save their skin from the elements.” He laughed as he pulled the towel from my head and wiped his handsclean.
“Did the call worry you?” he asked, changing the subjectsomewhat.
“No, it annoyed me at the time. Whoever it was certainly didn’t want to speak to me, but the more I thought about it, the more I think now, the caller was distracted rather than just rude. I don’t know if that makes sense, or even why I feel thatway.”
“You are pretty intuitive. Let’s see if they call back. I might divert the house phone to mycell.”
