Remembered (Erotic Romance) (Bound By Time) (3 page)

I lowered my gaze
and swallowed hard. Once his belt was unbuckled and his slacks were undone, I
helped them to the floor.

His erection,
directly in front of my face, was huge. His silky briefs did nothing to hide
the size of his cock. I wondered if all of him would fit inside me.

I must have paused
for a moment, because the next thing I knew, Mac had pulled me to my feet.

"You don't
have to..." he said. "I'm perfectly happy just to hold you in my arms,"
he said, nuzzling my neck.

Well, I wasn't!  I was
almost beside myself with wanting more of Mac. When I looked into his eyes, I
saw fire there -- and a tenderness that made my heart hurt a little.

"I want you,
Mac. I want you in every possible way."

He seemed to rerun
my words through his head to make sure he'd heard correctly, then growled and
eased me back to the chaise.

"Ye're
perfect," he said, as he began unbuttoning my jeans, his dark blue eyes
almost navy in the dim light.

As his fingers
brushed the sensitive skin of my belly, I moaned. Mac stopped and kissed me
tenderly before taking a deep breath.

"Ye're makin'
it very difficult to be a gentleman," he said.

"I don't want
you to be a gentleman."

Mac growled and
bent his head to within a few inches of my belly button as he slowly unzipped
the zipper of my jeans. It only took a second, but it seemed to take forever.
Then he eased his hands inside my jeans and slid them off. My wispy panties
came off with them.

"Ohmygod,"
I gasped as he immediately brought his hand up and brazenly cupped my pussy in
his hand as he kissed me. White hot desire made my body feel like it was on
fire.

 His lips grew demanding
as he bent his head lower, but I wanted to make him mine, too. I moved my hand
to his briefs and brazenly clenched the proof of his desire. Instantly he
stopped kissing me and I heard his intake of breath.

Before he could
make another move, I slid off his briefs, freeing the biggest cock I'd ever
seen. I mean, it was huge. So huge I was beginning to have second thoughts. Would
I be able to satisfy him?

As I ran my hand up
and down his engorged shaft, from the velvety head, moist now with dew, to the
base, I realized he was neatly trimmed. His balls were clean-shaven, too. Had
he done it for me?   

Suddenly he took
his hand from my pussy. It was like an icy cold blast. I must have looked
startled because he caught my glance and grinned. Like a naughty boy.

"My
turn," I said. I wanted to hold his cock in both of my hands, to stroke
it, lick and suck it. I wanted him to call out my name.

"Not yet,
Penny love. I'm nowhere near finished."

Before I could
protest, he began suckling my breasts again.  I arched my back and ran my
fingers through his hair. My heart was beating so hard in my chest I was
surprised he couldn't hear it.

He kissed between
my breasts and then down to the thin vertical strip of hair between my legs. I
tensed. No one had ever kissed me there. Ever. Believe me, I imagined it and
fantasized about it more times than I could count, but no one had ever done the
deed.

"Ye're the
most beautiful woman I've seen. Every inch of ye," he said, his voice
thick.

I swallowed hard.
Surely if he didn't like it, he would hide it to avoid hurting my feelings. He
was a gentleman and he genuinely seemed to care about me...

His lips found the
inside of my thigh and I thought I would die. Then he moved to the other thigh.
Just when I thought I would scream from the sheer eroticism of it, he grabbed
my bum with both hands and darted his tongue into my pussy lips.

Then out, then
in... He brought his mouth against my clit and moaned, the vibration of his
voice sending waves of pleasure from the pit of my stomach, all the way to my
toes.

It was agony. Sweet
agony. Now I know where the saying came from. Really. I didn't know what to do
or how to respond because I knew if I responded the way my body wanted to
respond I'd scream like a crazy woman.

Then he slid his
tongue down my slick pussy lips all the way to bottom and back again.

"Ohmygod!"
I cried, arching toward him.

He swirled his
tongue around the hard button of my clit, then down past the entrance to my
womb and back up to my clit.

I'm not sure if I
screamed out loud. I surely must have, because he moaned even harder and licked
and kissed my pussy so expertly that I thought I would pass out from lack of
oxygen or explode from the onslaught of sensations.

A moment later I
did.

"Mac! Oh,
Mac!" I cried until I thought I would go hoarse. Wave after wave of
ecstasy coursed through my body. I was fulfilled, yet my body still arched
toward him. As trite as the saying sounded to me before today, Mac was a magnet
and I was steel.

Every nerve ending
in my body was alive and sparking. Mac had awoken me in a way I didn't even
know was possible.

Then I felt a brief
moment of sadness. Would I ever feel this measure of pleasure again? Had Mac
ruined me? Would the rest of my life be spent comparing and knowing I'd never
feel this way again?

"Are you
regretting this?" Mac asked softly.

"Of course
not," I told him a little breathlessly. "I was just thinking how sad
it was that it took me so long to finally--" I stopped, embarrassed. As
color rushed into my cheeks, he kissed me lightly on the cheek.

Though I was exhausted,
I suddenly wanted to touch him and give him the same pleasure he'd given me. I
saw the quick thrum of heartbeat in his throat and the warmth in his eyes. His
whole purpose was to give me pleasure.

Mine would be to
give him pleasure. He'd awakened me in ways I never dreamed of. If possible, I
wanted to reciprocate.

I sat up and kissed
the place where his heart was beating so quickly, then I took his hands in mine
and indicated that I wanted him to sit on the chaise.

He obliged with a
wicked grin, his erection straight out in front of him. At least he was making
it easy for me, I thought.

I pushed him back
on the chaise, brought my hands to his shoulders and ran them lightly down his
arms as I knelt in front of him.

Kissing his chin, I
moved lower to kiss a trail down his neck to his chest. He played with my hair
and breasts as I rubbed his chest and nipples. Then I slowly moved my lips down
his chest to his muscled stomach.  

"Ye're driving
me mad," Mac growled.

I grabbed his shaft
in my hand while I continued to kiss the taught skin of his abdomen, my other
hand running over his muscular, hair-covered thigh. Then I focused all my
attention in front of me, massaging the dewy head of his shaft with my thumb,
while caressing his balls in the cup of my hand.

He let out a shaky
breath and I smiled.

"I want you in
my mouth," I said.

"Ye're
torturin' me, Penny!"

His cock was so
thick and so long, I still couldn't imagine fitting him inside me, but right
now I wanted to take him in my mouth and show him how much he affected me and how
much he had pleased me.

I licked his glistening
head with my tongue, little teasing flicks to start with. I was shocked at how
doing something for Mac was turning
me
on so much.

"Good God,
woman. I don't know how much more I can take."

I nibbled on the
end of his cock with my teeth while squeezing his heavy, tight balls.

Then I took the
first couple of inches of him in my warm mouth and sucked.

Mac inhaled sharply,
then and grabbed my shoulders. "Penny..."

I smiled up at him,
then ran my tongue around his perfect head. He inhaled sharply and his fingers
tightened around my shoulder. I began sucking in earnest, moving my face lower
toward the base of his cock with each motion.

He tasted manly and
clean. I felt a bit of slick moisture come from the end of his cock and stopped
to lick it away with my tongue.

"Penny..."
he said, his voice breaking.

I sucked for
another minute until he abruptly thrust me away before gently lifting me to my
feet and crushing me against him. He smoothed my hair away from my face as he
kissed me, one hand squeezing my bum.

"Mac!" I 
moaned his name, pressing myself fully against him, moving to my tiptoes so I
could slide his beautiful cock inside me.

"My
imagination didn't do ye justice."

"You've thought
about me?" I asked, surprised at his admission.

"From the
first moment I heard yer voice. Nonstop after I saw yer picture."

"Me, too."

He stopped all
movement, his cock touching the entrance of my womb, but not moving in or out.
"Ye've thought about me? Like this?"

I nodded. "I
know I shouldn't. You're my boss and--"

Mac growled and
suddenly brought my legs up to his sides, so that he could fit himself inside
me. Though I was tall and a not a small girl, he held me as easily as if I were
nearly weightless.

I wiggled to show
him how anxious I was, but he didn't move.

"Mac!"

"Are you sure
you want me to make love to you?" he asked, the head of his cock moving
provocatively against my clit, rousing my desire to a fever pitch, though he'd
already made me come once. 

"Yes, Mac. I
want you to make love to me."

He eased himself
into me and I gasped at his size. Then I closed my eyes and reveled at the
fullness of him inside me.

I was aware of his bulging
muscles in his arms and his chest tightening as he lowered us to the chaise,
his cock still inside me. Twisting so that my knees were on the chaise, I
started moving him and and out of me while locking gazes with him.

His deep breathing
quickened and a few moments later, he tensed inside me and his fingers stopped
kneading my bum. I knew he was about to spill his seed, and he did a moment
later.

He held me in place
and I felt him pulse inside me. When he was finished, he leaned back, sated,
though he kept his hands on me.

"Heaven. Pure
heaven," he said, kissing me on the tip of my nose.

Once our breathing
had returned to normal, he met my gaze with his dark one.  "Ye're magical,
Penny. Truly ye are."

I smiled and kissed
his mouth. As our kiss deepened I was shocked to discover that I wanted him
again. Suddenly I felt him grin.

"As much as
I'd like to oblige ye, it's going to take a while to recover," he said
with a wry chuckle.

"Not a
problem," I told him.  "I'm happy right where I am," I said,
though I felt Mac getting hard against my thigh. So much for recovering, I
thought wickedly.

The thought was
quickly dashed by a sharp pain in my shoulder.

"Wow! That
really hurts!" I bit out, but strangely Mac made no comment. When I moved
slightly, I felt another stabbing pain in my shoulder that actually caused me
to cry out.

That's when I
realized I was alone on my chaise, with one hand down the front of my jeans and
one arm thrown over the back of the chaise.

With a wry shake of
my head, I got up and headed for the shower.

Past Perfect

The postcard from
Mac arrived several days later. I was so busy trying to get a last minute job
finished, that I almost forgot about our phone conversation.

The odd thing about
the postcard was that it was inside an envelope so I had to open it before I
could actually see it. It seemed to me like overkill, but I was used to that
sort of meticulousness from Mac. He was nitpicky without being anal. I liked
that about him as I was sort of the same way, but to a lesser degree.

When I ran out to
my mailbox to retrieve it, I didn't open it right away because I still had to
finish up a resource-intensive article, and if I stopped now to look at Mac's
postcard, I was sure it would prove to be too potent a distraction.

I put the envelope
to the side and finished my assignment. Once I hit send, I sat down with a soda
and Mac's envelope.

From the second I
pulled the postcard out of the envelope, all I could do was stare at it. And it
wasn't because of his trademark elegant, spidery penmanship at the corner. He'd
inscribed only one word there:
Us.

I leaned back and
stared at the picture. I couldn't be seeing what I was seeing, yet I was.

It was a photo of
me at my current age -- the picture could have been taken yesterday. That's how
up to date it was. I mean it was so current that I was wearing the jeans I'd
been wearing a few days ago.

When Mac called.

I frowned. Odd
coincidence. I quickly grabbed the envelope and looked at the postmark. It had
been mailed more than a week ago. From Conwy.