The Homespun Holiday (15 page)

“Me either,” Millie admitted, her
voice hoarse as she felt the truth bubbling inside.  “I knew deep down that I
wanted to be yours from the second I looked in your eyes.  I was meant to be
yours.”

“Meant to be mine… I can’t deny that
I like the sound of that.” Mack grinned, bending his head to tangle his tongue
with hers in a long wet kiss.   When he finally pulled away, he sighed.   “Mills,
the bottom line is that you’ve got to stop looking for complications that don’t
exist.  We’re perfect together.  I love you.  You love me.  The two most
important components of a relationship are present and accounted for.  And the
third component for that relationship is throbbing against your very wet pussy
right now,” he added with a hot look down at her heaving breasts.

“How do you know I’m wet?  You
haven’t even touched me yet,” Millie returned.  “Have you developed a sudden
case of ESP?” she teased, only to gasp a second later when his hips rocked
against hers again.

Dropping his head, Mack nipped her
earlobe.  “I can smell your arousal, Millicent.  It’s the most intoxicating
scent I’ve ever encountered.  Sultry and sexy, babe.  Now, can we table any
further discussion until after I’ve buried my dick in you for a good two or
three hours?”

“I can definitely live with that,”
Millie replied breathily, arching her hips to rub her mound against his dick. 
“I will say that I’m not used to being the cause of something so….prominent.”

“You can say I’ve got a nice, big
dick, baby.  I promise I won’t get mad.  Go on.  Tell me,” Mack suggested huskily.

“I can’t say that,” Millie
whispered raggedly as his tongue played with the shell of her ear.  Moaning as
goosebumps began to erupt along her arms, she turned her head to stare into
Mack’s eyes.  “I’ve never talked dirty, Mack.  I don’t know how.”

“I’ll teach you,” he promised with
gleaming eyes.  “Tell me what you think of my cock,” he ordered, pressing his
groin against her body again.  “What’s it feel like, babe?”

“Hard,” Millie gasped, biting her
lip as her pelvis arched again, unconsciously rubbing her pussy against the
hard ridge behind his jeans.  “Thick.  And big.”

“And all yours, Millicent.  You
forgot that part.  So, who owns my cock?” he asked, sucking gently at the
pounding pulse point in her neck.  “C’mon,” he urged deeply, biting lightly at
her exposed shoulder.  “Tell me who my dick belongs to.”

“Me?” Millie squeaked, whimpering
when his mouth left her flesh.

Hovering above her, Mack stared
down at her with glittering eyes.  “Was that a question?” he asked in a tone
that plainly said it better not be.

Millie shook her head quickly, her
heart pounding in her chest as she met his determined gaze.

“Who owns my cock, Millicent?” Mack
questioned her evenly.

“I do,” she answered tremulously.

“Who does?” he asked again, more
sharply this time.

“I do,” she repeated, her voice
stronger this time.

“Damn right,” he growled, his hand
moving down to cup her still covered pussy.  “My cock is yours in the same way
this is all mine.  We don’t share, Millie.  Not ever.  We belong only to each
other.”  Suddenly surging to his feet, Mack bent to lift Millie in his arms,
bridal style.

Quickly looping her arms around his
neck as she felt herself flying through the air, Millie caught her breath. 
“What’s going on?  Where are you…”

“I’ve reconsidered.  I think I want
you in a bed after all.  I’m going to make a meal out of you, Millie, and I’m
gonna want to be nice and comfortable while I savor every bite,” he explained
as he slowly carried her down the hallway.  Kicking open her door when he
reached her bedroom, Mack took the three steps forward until he reached the
side of the bed.  Carefully lowering her onto the mattress, he braced his arms
on either side of her and stared down into her glowing face.    “God, you are beautiful,”
he murmured as his hands went to the buttons on his shirt.

Mille reclined against the mound of
pillows at the head of the bed, watching as Mack slowly stripped out of his
clothes.  “Should I….,” she began, her hands going to the bottom of her red
sweater and beginning to pull it up over her body.

“Nuh uh,” Mack denied, quickly
capturing her hand and pulling it away from her shirt.  “I’ll be the one to
unwrap my present, babe.  You just lie there and relax,” he ordered as his
hands went to the leather belt circling his narrow waist.

Pressing her thighs together,
Millie bit her lip as the empty ache inside her intensified.  She watched,
enthralled as Mack’s hands unfastened his leather belt in an economy of
efficient movements before moving to his fly.  She held her breath as the
Levi’s he wore like a second skin were slowly pushed over his lean hips.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered as she
realized he wasn’t wearing any boxers, his cock appearing, full and hard as it
bobbed in front of her.  “You’re just massive,” she breathed, her wide green
eyes going from his dick to his face and back again.

“The better to make you feel good,
babe,” Mack soothed.  Reaching out a hand as he toed off his shoes, he stroked
her cheek with the back of his fingers.  “I promise, I’m not packing anything
that you aren’t fully capable of handling.”

“You have a lot of faith in me,”
Millie laughed nervously, licking her lips as she stared at his engorged dick. 
She could see the bluish veins throbbing as a shiny drop of pre-cum shined at
his tip just beckoning her to taste him.  Before she could think about her
actions, she was moving toward him, going to her knees and reaching for his
thick staff with one hand. 

Mack groaned as he felt her soft
palm slide to encase his dick in a satin grip.  Now completely naked, he stood
beside the bed and watched as Millie stuck her tongue out and swirled it
against the head of his penis.  “Sweet hell,” he cursed breathlessly as her
warm, wet mouth slid over his tip.  Burying one hand in her long silky hair,
Mack squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on not coming like a teenager as
she slid her tongue around the head of his dick.  “Fuck, Millie.  I don’t have
the patience to let you play tonight, woman.  Suck my dick or let me go, baby”
he ordered gruffly, bending his head in time to watch her mouth slide all the
way down his cock until her nose was buried against his groin.  “Fuck!” he
swore, his fingers clenching his fingers in her hair as his dick introduced
itself to the back of her throat.    He panted rapidly as her head bobbed
against his staff, sucking him deeper and deeper until she almost gagged. 
Using a hand on either side of her head, he eased her back off his dick. 
“Easy, baby.  The idea isn’t to hurt yourself,” he told her through barely
moving lips as her lips created a suction around his cock that would rival a
vacuum cleaner.

Releasing him with a wet pop of her
lips, Millie lifted unapologetic eyes to his and shrugged.  “I got excited. 
You taste so good,” she returned throatily, licking her swollen lips.

“Trust me, it felt even better,”
Mack praised, his voice raw with need.  Curving a hand around her neck, he
guided her up on her knees until they were mostly eye level.  “You like sucking
dick, huh?” he asked quietly, his hot breath gusting against her lips.

Millie shrugged.  “I like sucking
your
dick,” she answered automatically, her eyes dreamy as they met his.  “You
taste like sin, but I’m already addicted.”

“That’s a really good answer,” Mack
growled before pulling her into him, kissing her deeply as both his hands
curled possessively around her toned ass.  “Fuck, but I love kissing you,” he
whispered between hard, biting kisses.  Sliding his tongue back into her mouth,
he groaned against her lips as her body pressed against his, his dick nestling
her still-covered pussy.  Pulling back a couple of inches, Mack stared into
Millie’s jade green eyes.  “I need to get you naked.  Immediately,” he added, reaching
for the bottom of her sweater and whipping it over her head in a quick swoosh.

Millie shimmied out of her yoga
pants while Mack’s skilled hands relieved her of her simple white bra.  Now
seated on her knees near the center of the bed wearing only a blue satin thong,
Millie waited nervously as Mack’s eyes moved over her body hungrily.

“You look like a deer caught in the
headlights of my SUV, baby,” Mack noted with a frown.  “What’s wrong?” he
asked, lifting a hand to wrap it around the side of her neck, his thumb
brushing against her throbbing pulse.  “Your heart’s going a mile a minute,” he
added with a frown.

“It’s been a really long time since
a man that wasn’t my doctor saw me naked,” she confessed bashfully, unable to
hold his gaze.  Dropping her eyes to the floral comforter on her bed, she
picked at an invisible piece of lint. “It’s…uhhhh… not quite as firm as it was
before I had Paisley.”

Mack’s eyes took a leisurely stroll
down her body, his gaze taking in every single gorgeous curve.  Each hill and
valley on her tiny frame looked mouthwateringly perfect to him.  “What the hell
am I supposed to be seeing that I shouldn’t like, baby?” he asked softly.  
“Because in my personal
and
professional opinion, as far as I can tell,
you’re walking, talking perfection.”

Millie laughed involuntarily.  “I’m
far from perfect, Mack.  My boobs sag from breastfeeding Paisley and I’ve got
this pouch of fat in my belly that refuses to go away no matter what diet I’m
on or how many sit-ups I do a day,” she complained with a sigh as she glared
down at the offending pouch in question.

Mack shook his head incredulously
as he quickly advanced on her, moving to cradle both her generous C-cup breasts
in his hand.  Staring at the firm, round globes he held. Mack licked his own
lips as he yearned to wrap his lips around one dusky pink turgid nipple and suck. 
“Baby, I don’t know what you
think
I observe here, but all I can see is
a pair of nice, ample tits that I want to fuck at my earliest possible
convenience.  They sag, my ass.  They’re both firm and entirely suckable,
Millie,” he assured her before bending to capture one straining nipple in his
mouth and give it a hard pull with his lips.

Millie cried out, gripping his
shoulder for balance as his tongue circled her nipple, worrying the tip with
the edge of his teeth.  “Oh, God, Mack!” she gasped when he covered her breast
and suckled.  “That feels so good,” she whimpered.

Mack didn’t bother answering her,
his mouth much more occupied with tasting the bounty before him.   Good Christ,
but he loved her body.  He already imagined hours of leisurely exploration,
learning what she liked and what made her beg for more.  Sliding a hand over
the swell of her belly, he grinned.  His woman was insane.  Maybe she did have
a small pouch, but he loved it.  He enjoyed the fact that she wasn’t one of
those stick figure women that a man had to worry he’d break in half if he
fucked her too hard.  Millie’s body was made for him.  Healthy and strong, he
knew she’d be able to take his cock the way he liked to give it without him
having to worry that he’d hurt her. 

Lifting his head, he brushed his
fingers over the little pooch she was concerned with and grinned.  “I love your
body, Millie.  If the so-called pouch goes, I’m going with it.  Got it?” he
asked before pressing his lips to the small swell.  “This is where you’ll nurture
our babies one day, Sweetheart.  I want you the way you are.  Your body is
amazing.  And now it’s belongs to me, too.  And since it does, that means no
more fucking diets or sit-ups.  You don’t need that bullshit.  Got it?”

Millie nodded.  “Thank you,” she
returned shakily.  “I was afraid you wouldn’t like… that you wouldn’t think
I….”

“Let me put your mind at ease
then,” Mack interrupted, knowing the basic thought she was trying to express
and wanting nothing more than to erase those ideas from her mind.  “I don’t
like your body; I love it.  I love it the same way I love you.  Deeply and
completely.  The only thing I think is that I’m one lucky son of a bitch
because I’m the only man that’s ever gonna get to know just how perfect you
are,” he said, sliding his arms around her and drawing her closer until they
were chest to chest.  “This isn’t temporary, Millie.  I’m not going to change
my mind.  It’s you for me.  Just you, baby, exactly as you are.”  He wasn’t
sure who had made her so insecure about her body, but he had his suspicions. 
And if he ever saw his prime suspect, he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to
keep from killing him.

Millie nodded and buried her face
against his neck, her lips pressed against his warm flesh and her arms going
around his lean waist.  “I never imagined the grumpy doctor I worked for would
have such a way with words.”  

“I’m full of surprises, Millie,”
Mack’s deep voice rumbled as he slowly guided her body backward to lie in the
center of the bed.  Stretching out over her, he smiled.  “But I’m not really
interested in talking anymore, are you?” he asked, dipping his head to capture
an engorged nipple between his teeth. 

“No,” she denied, shaking her head
against the pillow as his teeth toyed with her swollen flesh.  “No, I think
talking might be overrated at this point,” she added as his tongue bathed her
breast, sliding around her areola before sucking her nipple back into his warm,
wet mouth.