Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel (30 page)

Mac rolls over and
curls into the side of my body, and I pull her up tight against me.
Reflecting over this week, I can’t help the contented smile
that comes to my face.

Following our first
date on Monday, Mac and I spent the week working side by side during
the day, and exploring the tender boundaries of our new relationship
by night, usually with good food and good conversation.

The only thing
missing was sex, but I was bound and determined I wasn’t going
to fuck her until at least Friday. For some reason, it was just
important that I show her that sex was not my main motivating factor
where she was concerned.

Okay, that’s
not exactly true. I’m a guy, and as such, men are primarily
motivated by sex. If, in an ordinary relationship, Mac asked me if
I’d rather talk or fuck, I’m going to choose fucking ten
out of ten times. But what I mean, is that I want Mac to see that she
is far more than just a fantastic lay. That she is someone I
genuinely like. She is someone that I have come to care for a great
deal, and I want her to understand it with certainty.

She’s not made
it easy on me, though… keeping my hands to myself.

Even our silly
banter is sexy as fuck. On Tuesday, she started the most ridiculous
text conversation ever. I was in a deposition but luckily, I wasn’t
the one asking the questions this time. All I had to do was sit
there, look interested, and object every once in a while. It went
something like this…

Mac:
Are you like
my boyfriend now?

Me:
I’m not
sure. Don’t I have to ask you to go steady or something?

Mac:
Good
question. Grade school was too long ago.

Me:
Let me see if
I can figure this out. Do boyfriends get blow jobs from their
girlfriends?

Mac:
Definitely!

Me:
Do boyfriends
get to go down on their girlfriends as often as they like?

Mac:
Most
assuredly!

Me:
Do boyfriends
get to fuck their girlfriends senseless?

Mac:
I’m
horny.

Me:
Focus and
answer the question.

Mac:
Yes! Yes,
they do!

Me:
Unfortunately,
I don’t think we are technically boyfriend/girlfriend yet.
We’re not doing any of those things.

Mac:
:(

Me:
Did you just
sad face me?

Mac:
Yup.

Me:
Tragic.

Mac:
I
know.
You know, you could fix this and just have sex with me.

Me:
All in good
time.

Fortunately, the
conversation was just funny enough to forestall me getting a
full-blown woody during the deposition, and I know I had a stupid
smile on my face the entire time.

The rest of the week
was filled with similar feel-good stuff. We had dinner a few nights
with plenty of lighthearted conversation and although I walked her to
her door each night, she couldn’t tempt me to come back in and
“tuck her in” again. I refused, simply because I just
didn’t think I had the willpower to be near her naked body and
not fuck her.

One night, we both
ended up working late. We ordered Chinese and sat in my office
talking about the law, even getting into a heated debate over the
death penalty. It was fun arguing with her and let’s face it…
she’s hot as hell when she gets angry and her breasts heaved
with passion for her cause. And that, of course, made me want to fuck
her.

But I stayed strong.

Yeah… the
week was pretty fucking perfect the time we spent together, with the
exception of my battle with blue balls. I stopped by Mac’s
office this evening before I left. We had not made any formal plans
for our Friday night date, but when I popped my head in and asked if
she wanted to come by my apartment for dinner, she smiled at me so
brightly that she would have put the sun to shame. Yes, I know what a
big deal that was… inviting Mac to my home. In fact, I seem to
clearly remember telling her once that I never brought the women I
was just fucking there.

She sees now…
for sure, that I view her as far more than that.

She sees now, that I
am taking seriously this effort to open myself up to the potential of
having a real relationship with someone.

When she rang the
doorbell to my apartment, going on now twenty-five minutes ago, I had
every intention of inviting her in and having her relax with a glass
of wine while I finished cooking dinner. I expected we’d talk,
flirt a little, and then eat.

And then…
maybe after we cleaned the kitchen, we’d head into the living
room and make out for a while. Eventually, I’d fuck her…
several times in fact, and then we could drift into an exhausted
sleep.

Didn’t work
out that way though.

When I opened the
door, I was hit with a myriad of feelings. First, foremost, and
always, I was hit with desire. She was just stunning in nothing more
than a pair of jeans and some flowy, gauzy blouse that hung off her
shoulders. Her hair was long and loose, her eyes sparkling.

I also felt just
happiness seeing her… knowing that my evening was going to be
filled with more than just good fucking. I’m talking about
scintillating conversation, and I know Mac is going to have me
laughing my ass off.

And finally, I felt
excitement for the newness of our relationship and all the things
that we’d be exploring not only this night, but also in the
nights to come. I had given in to the realization that Mac wasn’t
Marissa, and while the concept of trust still gives me constipation,
I do have to admit that Mac differs from Marissa in so many ways that
I just can’t put her in an apples to apples category.

In other words, I
have to give her the benefit of the doubt.

I stood there, just
staring at Mac, and she eyed the corkscrew that was in my hand as I
was just getting ready to open the wine.

“That’s
not a new sexual toy you bought to use on me, is it?” she
asked, looking at the corkscrew dubiously. “It looks like it
may hurt.”

I flashed a grin and
stepped back so she could come in. “I don’t need toys to
use on you, baby.”

And that was the
truth. Didn’t mean I won’t use toys on her at some point,
but I don’t have to.

“No, you
don’t,” she agreed with enough sexual praise in her voice
that I started obsessing on getting through dinner so we could skip
straight ahead to the fucking part. I could feel my control starting
to slip and my well-orchestrated plans on a slow seduction started to
unravel.

“Come in the
kitchen,” I told her. “I’m finishing up dinner.”

“Smells
delish… What are we having?”

“Nothing
fancy. Just a quick, chicken casserole. I’m not that great of a
cook.”

“Then I’m
very impressed that you are trying to cook for me. I think you might
get lucky tonight.”

Fuck… the
promise in her voice sent lust through body, straight through to my
cock, and I started to get hard. I pulled one of the wine bottles
from the rack beside my refrigerator and opened it. Swallowing hard,
I poured a glass and told her, “We’re both getting lucky
tonight.”

Taking the glass
from my hand, she murmured, “You’re very good at this.”

“What’s
that?” I asked her, watching her over the rim of my glass as I
took a sip.

“Dating me…
trying to give me a relationship. It’s more than I expected, so
thank you.”

Okay, that was it…
she could look like a million bucks, rock the sexy factor all night
long, make sexual innuendo that had my blood firing hot, and I still
might have made it through dinner without touching her. But hearing
the tone of her voice… how grateful and proud she was of me
that I was giving our relationship a chance, about had my knees
buckling with painful need.

Setting my wineglass
down, I walked up to Mac and took her free hand, pressing my lips to
the inside of her wrist. I could feel her pulse leap against me.

With my other hand,
I took her wineglass away and set it on the counter. “You know,
I told myself I wasn’t going to touch you when you got here,
but when I opened my door and saw you, I knew that was a lie.”

I took her other
wrist and pulled it to my mouth, this time licking it first, then
giving it a soft kiss, causing Mac to gasp. “Then I told myself
I would wait until after dinner to have you, but now… touching
you… tasting you like this…” I kissed her wrist
again. “Well, I knew that was lie, too.”

Dropping only one of
her hands, I turned and walked to my oven, pulling her along with me.
Shutting the heat off, I didn’t say a word, just led Mac out of
the kitchen, through my living room, and back to my bedroom. I walked
up to the edge of my bed and turned her around.

I liked seeing her
standing in front of my bed… in my room.

Framing her face
with my hands, I pulled her toward me and conveyed to her my feelings
with a kiss. That I really liked her in my bedroom, standing in front
of my bed.

I deepened the kiss
so it told her that I would like it more to have her laying on it,
spread eagled and naked.

I let my hands roam
everywhere, because I had been deprived of touching her for too long.

Digging my fingers
into her hip, I pulled her close, so my erection just lightly touched
against her stomach.

I palmed one of her
breasts, gently squeezing it.

I trailed my fingers
lightly over her collarbone, across her shoulder, and down the
outside of her arm.

All of these touches
were so gentle but make no mistake about it… I was vibrating
with need. Mac was too, for that matter, because she was the one that
stepped in closer to rub against my dick. She was the one that
urgently whispered, “More,” and when I didn’t give
it to her, she whispered, “Please”.

I finally relented,
pulled her blouse over her head, and undid her bra, letting it fall
to the floor. I didn’t take any time to appreciate the silk and
lace, because those were just wrappings around my real present.

Mac’s hands
slipped into my hair as I knelt before her to take her jeans off. I
kissed her stomach when I popped the button, flicking my tongue
against her skin. She tasted fucking delectable and smelled even
better.

I pulled the zipper
down and shoved the denim to mid-thigh, but I couldn’t help
myself. Rather than pull them all the way off, I grabbed ahold of her
ass to pull her forward… stuck my face right into the apex of
her thighs… put my nose right up against the silk and lace of
her panties, and inhaled deeply.

Mac’s nails
dug in to my scalp and she murmured, “Oh God.”

Not God, babe.

Matt Fucking
Connover.

The rest of our
clothes came off in a hurry because I was fueled by her scent and the
fact that her panties were already damp. We ended up in the middle of
my bed in a tangle of limbs, and my hands were on a mission to touch
as much of her as possible.

I smoothed my hands
along the outside of her legs, while my lips and tongue worked at her
nipples. She responded by clasping my head tighter to her breast and
gyrating her hips against me. Moving one hand between her legs, I
sunk two fingers into her while pinching a nipple with the other
hand.

Looking at her face
while I fingered her gently, I told her, “You’re perfect,
Mac. Just fucking perfect. Beyond beautiful.”

Her lips curled up
slightly, and her eyes went liquid soft. She opened her mouth to say
something, but I cut her off with a kiss as I rolled on top of her
and settled between her legs. We stared at each other a moment, and
then I pushed into her. She was wet, open, and as eager for me to be
inside of her as I was to get there.

We thrust against
each other in perfect unison, her hips moving counter to mine in a
slow mating dance. We stared at each other a moment, feeling our
connection start to cement a little harder. Slipping one arm down
under her leg, I captured it in the crook of my elbow and lifted it
high. Mac has always been super flexible and this new position
allowed me to angle my hips and sink deeper into her.

It was like I
couldn’t get deep enough. I pulled out and pushed back in, even
a little deeper. I told her I was close, and she said she was too. I
rubbed her clit, knowing just the right amount of pressure to set her
off.

She came and
screamed my name.

I told her, “Heaven…
this is what Heaven must feel like.”

Then I had the most
supremely strong orgasm, following right along behind hers. I chanted
my mantra, murmuring her name reverently. And I was thankful for the
perfectness of the moment.

Now she’s
curled up into my side, and I am utterly content and relaxed.

Yeah… this
fucking date started off perfectly.

“So…
has Bill said anything else to you?” Mac says as she traces her
fingers in circles on my chest.

I snicker to myself
as I think about what happened this afternoon when Bill caught Mac
and me together in a compromising position.

Mac came to my
office this afternoon to insist I get up and go for a short walk. I
had worked right through lunch, and she was apparently trying to
teach me the benefits of relaxation.

“What? In the
middle of a workday?” I had asked her in mock skepticism.

She just rolled her
eyes at me and said, “Shocker, yes, but people are allowed to
take breaks in their work day. You and I have been at it for seven
hours straight already, and neither one of us took lunch. Let’s
go take a short walk to stretch our legs, and I’ll buy you a
cup of coffee.”

Rubbing a
contemplative finger across my chin, I grudgingly admitted, “I
can see merit to this idea.”

“It’s a
fantastic idea. Come on, law boy. Let’s beat feet.”