Page 68 of Operation: Silent Angel
Mac stepped in and took her into his arms. He kicked the door closed as he pinned her to the wall and his lips took hers in a kiss that he’d waited several months for. He ran his hand up her back, under her shirt, reveling in the softness and heat of her skin, getting lost in the incredible sensations.
Yvette sighed her pleasure and arousal into Mac’s mouth, hers returning his kisses just as robustly as his were. Words were not needed. She knew how Mac felt about her from his kisses. This was not driven merely by physical desire. She could feel the pure emotion coming from him. All the anguish she’d put herself through since he’d left, vanished and seemed silly that she’d wasted that much time and energy on the thoughts that had plagued her.
By the time he ended the kiss, they were both breathless and hungering to taste more of each other. They gazed into each other’s eyes, a long and meaningful stare.
“I love you, and I've missed you since I left,” Mac whispered.
“Mac, I love you. I always have, and I always will. I missed you in a different, more profound way this time. Something has changed for me in our relationship.” The words flowed from her easily.
Mac nodded. “We need to talk about that. It’s changed for me too. I don’t want it to be as it’s been. I don’t want to not have you in my life for long periods of time.” For him, the confession was a bit reserved. He felt tentative and guarded in making the proclamation.
“I don’t want that either.” She reached her lips back to his and gave him a softer, slower, passionate, open-mouth kiss. When she drew back, she took his hand in his and stepped towards the stairs. “But first, before we talk, I want to lie with you. I want to touch and kiss every inch of you. I want to feel you inside me. And I want to go back to sleep feeling your body against mine. Tomorrow we can have that conversation.”
Mac watched her relock her front door. Still holding her hand, he followed her up the steps, his arousal getting higher with each stair he mounted. He wanted to caress and kiss every inch of her too. He wanted to hear her scream his name as she exploded in orgasm after orgasm, preferably around his cock while it was buried in her. And he wanted to drift off into a blissful sleep in the same position, their limbs tangled, their naked bodiespressed together. And he wanted to wake with her in his arms and make love to her again.
“Is your alarm set? Do you have work in the morning?” he asked as they crossed the threshold into her bedroom.
“No, I’m not on shift until sixteen hundred.”
They had a lot of time. His smile was swallowed by her lips. He made quick work of removing the two items of clothing she wore, discarding them onto the floor. His hands freely roamed over her beautiful body as his lips made love to hers, a prelude of what he’d first do to her with his lips on her breasts and then her clit as he let his fingers bring pleasure to every part of her that he could either caress or penetrate. And then, after she’d enjoyed several releases that way, he’d slam into her with one stroke of his cock, which was already throbbing for her.
And he did just that. Three orgasms brought to her by his mouth and hands, the third one so potent that her body quaked and the juices she released were drenching. Her hands grasped her bedsheets, her head was thrown back, her lips were open and gasping, trying to catch her breath. He grasped his length in his hand to guide it and in and in one fast thrust, he entered her balls deep. A satisfied moan escaped him in response to the incredible sensations that surrounded his cock. A steamy vise grip greeted him and held him. His lips claimed hers, still open and gasping.
Their moans were in concert with the drives he hammered into her. It didn’t take long for her moans to turn into screams as shetumbled over the edge of a mind-numbing release, her heartbeat racing, explosions in her brain behind her closed eyes.
Moments later he joined her in the nirvana of a perfect orgasm that is all-consuming and momentarily separates your body and mind as you float in an ecstasy that can only be described as perfect. He held her to himself, and when he could think logically again, he promised himself he would never let her go. He’d experienced these emotions with her over two decades earlier, but that had been a different time of his life. The job had been more important than a relationship. It no longer was.
They fell asleep with no words spoken. None were necessary.
It was eight twenty hours when Yvette woke, her body pressed to Mac’s, his arms holding her. She was content.
“Good morning, Red,” he whispered.
She looked into his handsome face and saw his little grin. Reaching her hand up, she traced over his stubbled jaw. “Good morning.”
“I always sleep so well with you,” he said. “I’d like to wake this way more often.”
“Then do,” she said.
“You wouldn’t mind me sticking around?”
Her lips curved into a smile. “I’d love it.”
“Then I will.”
He made love to her again, and then they then took a shower. He lovingly washed every inch of her, including her beautiful hair, which was still grown out. She’d kept the style he’d told her he liked. He wasn’t sure if she’d done it for him, but he was happy she had. She looked softer, more feminine with it longer.
They settled into the seats at her kitchen table and enjoyed a cup of coffee while the breakfast casserole she whipped up was in the oven.
“I was serious,” he said.
“About?”
“Staying with you and your hair.”
She chuckled softly. “My hair grew on me, and I received many compliments on it, in addition to yours.”
“And me staying?”
