“This is going to be quick, okay?” I ask.
She nods, continuing to move her hips. We break apart only to strip, and she repositions over me. I run my cock along her wet lips, notching it at her entrance. Her hips have stilled, but her hands are sliding up her body and underneath her shirt.
“Show me those gorgeous tits, baby.”
She obeys and lifts the shirt up over her head, tossing it in the same direction as my boxers. She tweaks her nipples, and I hold my cock at her entrance with one hand and then guide her down with the other.
She lowers onto me until I’m fully seated inside of her, and we both moan loudly. She takes a second to adjust, rocking gently on my cock, and I squeeze her hips.
“Hold me harder,” she whispers. I smirk, tightening my grip on her hips. I hold her tightly and the thought of her having bruises of my fingers makes my cock twitch inside of her. She slides up and down on my cock, using her knees on either side of my hips as leverage, and I’m a goner.
“Fuck. Use me, baby. Take what you need,” I pant out and then watch my girl do exactly that.
She places her hands on my chest and fucks me fast and hard. The sound of our bodies slapping together and her moans fill the small loft.
“Mac! Yes! Fuck!” Nonsense escapes her lips, and I nod, encouraging her. She leans more heavily onto my chest, and I buck my hips, matching her tempo. Sliding my hand between us, I rub her clit with my thumb.
“Come on, baby. Come for me,” I urge her on. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and we both moan as I spill into her. Her walls milk my cock for all I have, and she slows her tempo, gently rocking her hips again. I stroke her clit through her orgasm and then slide my hand out and back to her hips, touching her smooth milky skin. She leans forward, collapsing onto my chest, and I huff out a laugh.
“Sorry!” she whispers and then sits up. I slide my arms around her waist and hold her against my chest.
“You’re fine, Em. I’m good.”
“That was . . . Holy shit!” she breathes, and I chuckle. My dick twitches inside of her, which makes us both groan. I kiss her forehead, brushing her hair away from her face and take in my freshly-fucked girl.
“I could get used to this,” I say and sigh. She smiles and leans up to capture my lips with hers, and I groan against her mouth.
“Careful, you’re going to start round two.”
She giggles and then lifts her ass up, releasing my cock. We both groan from the disconnection and then she gets off me, padding to the bathroom and closes the door.
I stretch out on the bed and then sit up, trying tofind my boxers. Light is peeking through the curtains, and I finally get a good look at the loft. MJ comes back out of the bathroom, and I raise my eyebrows at her. “You’ve been busy.”
She looks around and then back at me, covering her face. “Oh, my god, do you hate it? I can put it all back how it was, I swear!”
I shake my head, laughing, and open my arms to her.
“No, baby, come here.”
She obeys and crawls back into bed with me. Tucking her into my side, I kiss her forehead. “I love it. I love that you made changes and added your own touch to the space. I—” I pause, not wanting to scare her off with my thoughts about the future just yet. She lets out a deep sigh and snuggles into me.
“I actually had a lot of fun organizing up here. You are seriously lacking a kitchen, though,” she says. I chuckle and pull her tighter into my side.
“Well, this used to be my grandpa’s office before he didn’t want to deal with the stairs. He renovated downstairs to add the office in and then dad made this into a little loft when he took over. It wasn’t really meant to be a living space since the house is behind the shop.”
“Makes sense. We should probably find a place with a kitchen at some point, though. Or add one somehow.”
My head snaps to her so fast I almost give myself whiplash. Her face and neck are bright red, as if she just realized what she said. “I mean you—you should probably add on a kitchen or something,” she tries to backpedal.
“I heard what you said the first time. No need tocorrect.” She lifts her hands up, trying to cover her face, but I grab them with my free hand. “Hey, don’t hide from me. I always want to know what you’re thinking, okay?” She looks unconvinced. “Will it make you feel better if I tell you I’ve thought about that, too?” Her eyes narrow. “Having a place of our own, I mean.”
She sits up and turns to face me better.
“Really?”
I nod, sitting up with her.
“But I don’t want to pressure you,” I say. My insecurities and doubts rush to the forefront of my mind like I’m sixteen all over again. I look away from her, blowing out a breath.
