folded his arms over his face and let out a deep breath, before looking up at the woman above him, propped against the wall.
Sir beckoned her to join him on the floor. She willingly went. She lay down beside him and he pulled her into his side. They lay spent, on the carpeted hallway of his mansion, her head resting on his shoulder and his arm around hers. She gazed up into his eyes. They didn’t hold the cold look she had seen after his last orgasm and it was comforting. There was something about the man, and what he could offer, that she craved immensely and she couldn’t see herself tiring of it any time soon. She just hoped that whatever it was he was expecting of her, it was something she could give. One thing was for sure, she wouldn’t doubt him again in a hurry.
Still struggling a little to even out her breathing, she looked down between their bodies. Sir’s jacket was nowhere to be seen, other than that, his outfit was barely touched, just his pants undone and white shirt slightly untucked. Mackenzie, on the other hand, was a right mess. Her dress had been tugged below one breast and torn from hem to waist, her panties were tangled around one ankle.
“You really liked my dress, huh?” she said, looking back at him with a giggle.
“I did,” he replied with a smile, looking down at her body, his eyes lingering on her bare breast. “Was it new?”
“It was. I bought it today.”
“That color looks exquisite on you.”
“Really?” she asked scept ically. “It’s my favorite color.” Though Mackenzie thought it made her pale skin even paler, she couldn’t resist the royal blue elegance when she saw it.
He adjusted his position, crooking his neck slightly so that he could look her directly in the eye.
“Mackenzie, you need to understand something about me. If I say it looks exquisite on you, I mean it. I will never lie to you.” Even though he was speaking with sincerity, he felt guilty that it wasn’t the entire truth so far. He would, however, endeavor to make it that way from now on. He would not outright lie to her face again, if he could help it.
Mackenzie swallowed. “I bought it for you.”
“It looked expensive.”
“It was.”
Mackenzie inspected the tear, the delicate material could not be salvaged. She sighed. Although she had really loved the dress, she would happily exchange ten more just like it, to repeat what they just did. When he’d ripped it open like that, it awoke something primal inside her. Her need for him deepened in that moment, and the death of one dress was a small price to pay to feel so alive.
“I’ll have it replaced. Where did you buy it?”
“There’s really no need.”
“Tell me.” When she didn’t reply, he mumbled haughtily, “I’ll find out myself.”
She looked at his face and didn’t doubt him. She couldn’t argue with him on the dress because she knew there would be no point. It seemed he could find out things, he was a man of power, he was controlling and she liked it.
She was looking at him in the way he had craved so often before. There was a softness to her gaze, a sense of peace. The way they were positioned on the floor reminded him of when they shared their first kiss, in his bed, at his apartment.
That sweet kiss before I rudely pushed her out.
He wouldn’t do it again. If he had his way, she would never leave.
His head slowly inched forward, his mouth drawn to hers. The electricity hummed between their lips when they touched. He kissed her slowly, savoring her plump, soft flesh.
“ Mmm,” she moaned into their kiss. This one was sweet, gentle and more. As his tongue slid against hers slowly, and sensually, Mackenzie couldn’t help but wonder what would come next for them.
After a few minutes lying on the floor, kissing gently, he pulled back with a contented smile and helped Mackenzie up. She was a vision, even
Sir beckoned her to join him on the floor. She willingly went. She lay down beside him and he pulled her into his side. They lay spent, on the carpeted hallway of his mansion, her head resting on his shoulder and his arm around hers. She gazed up into his eyes. They didn’t hold the cold look she had seen after his last orgasm and it was comforting. There was something about the man, and what he could offer, that she craved immensely and she couldn’t see herself tiring of it any time soon. She just hoped that whatever it was he was expecting of her, it was something she could give. One thing was for sure, she wouldn’t doubt him again in a hurry.
Still struggling a little to even out her breathing, she looked down between their bodies. Sir’s jacket was nowhere to be seen, other than that, his outfit was barely touched, just his pants undone and white shirt slightly untucked. Mackenzie, on the other hand, was a right mess. Her dress had been tugged below one breast and torn from hem to waist, her panties were tangled around one ankle.
“You really liked my dress, huh?” she said, looking back at him with a giggle.
“I did,” he replied with a smile, looking down at her body, his eyes lingering on her bare breast. “Was it new?”
“It was. I bought it today.”
“That color looks exquisite on you.”
“Really?” she asked scept ically. “It’s my favorite color.” Though Mackenzie thought it made her pale skin even paler, she couldn’t resist the royal blue elegance when she saw it.
He adjusted his position, crooking his neck slightly so that he could look her directly in the eye.
“Mackenzie, you need to understand something about me. If I say it looks exquisite on you, I mean it. I will never lie to you.” Even though he was speaking with sincerity, he felt guilty that it wasn’t the entire truth so far. He would, however, endeavor to make it that way from now on. He would not outright lie to her face again, if he could help it.
Mackenzie swallowed. “I bought it for you.”
“It looked expensive.”
“It was.”
Mackenzie inspected the tear, the delicate material could not be salvaged. She sighed. Although she had really loved the dress, she would happily exchange ten more just like it, to repeat what they just did. When he’d ripped it open like that, it awoke something primal inside her. Her need for him deepened in that moment, and the death of one dress was a small price to pay to feel so alive.
“I’ll have it replaced. Where did you buy it?”
“There’s really no need.”
“Tell me.” When she didn’t reply, he mumbled haughtily, “I’ll find out myself.”
She looked at his face and didn’t doubt him. She couldn’t argue with him on the dress because she knew there would be no point. It seemed he could find out things, he was a man of power, he was controlling and she liked it.
She was looking at him in the way he had craved so often before. There was a softness to her gaze, a sense of peace. The way they were positioned on the floor reminded him of when they shared their first kiss, in his bed, at his apartment.
That sweet kiss before I rudely pushed her out.
He wouldn’t do it again. If he had his way, she would never leave.
His head slowly inched forward, his mouth drawn to hers. The electricity hummed between their lips when they touched. He kissed her slowly, savoring her plump, soft flesh.
“ Mmm,” she moaned into their kiss. This one was sweet, gentle and more. As his tongue slid against hers slowly, and sensually, Mackenzie couldn’t help but wonder what would come next for them.
After a few minutes lying on the floor, kissing gently, he pulled back with a contented smile and helped Mackenzie up. She was a vision, even
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