Part 2 (1/2)
Ophelia looked into his eyes a second later. ”Is something wrong?”
”I am so sorry, honey, but I don't have any condoms with me. I swear to you that I am totally germ free. It's a regular procedure before signing an actor to contract.”
The look on Ophelia's face told him she'd not been thinking about safe s.e.x a moment ago. He also guessed that she didn't keep condoms in her bedside drawer either. Lightly caressing the side of her face, he kissed her mouth tenderly.
Ophelia returned his kiss for a moment and then pushed him back with her hands flat to his chest. ”I am clean, germ-wise. I was tested at the end of my last relations.h.i.+p. There is a paper from the test, if you want to see it.
Mac could see the bright flush rising up from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to cover her face. He chuckled softly and shook his head negatively. ”I have mine in my wallet. I don't sleep around.”
”Because of your parents?” Ophelia questioned.
”If I am seen and recognized out with any woman, the next day the gossip rags either have us engaged or I've dumped her because she's pregnant with my baby.”
Ophelia nodded, but Mac saw that she was now smiling. ”It is safe then because my doctor said my method was ninety-nine percent sure, and it is the wrong time of the month anyway, I think.” Her hands reached down and curled into his belt. She pulled him forward, against her body. Her thighs lifted and circled his hips.
Mac groaned as his c.o.c.k was once again pressed against her wet flesh. The last of his doubts faded when he felt her feet crossing to pull him more intimately into contact with her p.u.s.s.y. A moment later he felt Ophelia whisper into his ear, ”f.u.c.k me, now!”
”I serve at my lady's command!” he jested quietly.
Mac pressed his erection forward, just into her p.u.s.s.y. He shouted as he felt her muscles grab his c.o.c.k and begin pulling it more deeply inside her body. He thrust forward and felt her smooth flesh meld with his own. G.o.d, it was so sweet! As he pulled back, she tightened her muscles and seemed to be trying to keep him within her body. The added friction made Mac s.h.i.+ver in reaction.
Easing away from her body slightly, he moved his hand down. His fingers delved gently until he found her c.l.i.t. Mac wanted to arouse Ophelia. He wanted her to feel lost in her pa.s.sionate responses-unable to deny the depth of her emotions.
Less than a few moments later, he felt Ophelia's mouth, which had been pressed against his neck and shoulder, open and actually bite him. The same instant he could feel her muscles begin flexing around his erection. He quickly moved both his hands to her hips as they writhed about on the counter. Her hands moved to surround Mac's neck.
Pausing, he could still feel her aftershock contractions on his c.o.c.k, and he couldn't deny the sense that her tight flesh was sucking the seed from his c.o.c.k almost as though she was using her mouth and not her p.u.s.s.y. His thrusts sped up quickly. Finally he could hold back no more, and stiffening, he thrust forward and filled her body with his c.u.m. Over and over he shot streams of hot seed upwards, deeply into her body.
Finally, Mac gave one final thrust and emptied the last of his essence into her body. He lowered his head to rest on her naked shoulder and felt her hands caressing his body through his s.h.i.+rt. He cursed the fates for dragging him to Hollywood. Otherwise, he would have been back here Sat.u.r.day morning, knocking on her door, and then knocking elsewhere as well.
Ophelia realized her legs were still locked around Mac's waist and she lowered them slowly. She opened her eyes and was intensely aware of Mac's soft c.o.c.k still nestled inside her body. He was keeping her plugged so none of his juices could escape their erotic prison yet. She took a deep breath and felt her sensitive nipples rub against his s.h.i.+rt. She wanted to feel his flesh against hers. Her fingers moved to his b.u.t.tons, but his fingers stopped her.
”If you do that, we won't eat and we'll possibly die of starvation, locked together physically.”
Ophelia smiled and tightened her innermost muscles on his c.o.c.k. His groan was instantaneous. ”What a way to go though, huh?”
Mac shook his head and pulled free of her body. The sucking, wet sound as his thick c.o.c.k plopped free of her flesh was loud and almost lewd in the silence. Ophelia flushed in embarra.s.sment. Mac smiled and pulled her skirt down and then looked at the luscious mounds displayed in front of him. His fingertips rubbed over and around her nipples, and then he shook his head reluctantly. He pulled her top back up and lowered her to the floor.
”Dinner first,” he kissed her lips, and then swatted her behind. ”Dessert later.”
After a fun-filled dinner, they spent most of the night making love in her bed. After very little sleep, a reluctant Ophelia showered and dressed for school. Mac made her a sandwich, including an apple, and a little note, which he packed into a paper sack. After kissing her goodbye at the door, which lasted almost too long, Mac told her he would see her in a few hours at cla.s.s.
Chapter 5.
Ophelia was stretching at the barre, and working diligently to put the erotic thoughts of last night to the back of her consciousness. She didn't need to be distracted while teaching. Although sometimes she thought she could do most of the cla.s.ses in her sleep.
Suddenly a sound from the doorway caught her attention. Looking into the mirror she saw Mac's reflection as he stood a few feet inside the studio door. As she watched, Mac crossed the wooden floor, tossing his gym bag toward the nearest corner. She spoke to him when he was a few feet from the barre.
”You're early, Mac. We've got fifteen minutes until cla.s.s starts.”
Mac grinned back at her reflection. ”I know. I thought I should come early and suck up to my teacher, since I missed cla.s.s yesterday.”
Still looking into the mirror, Ophelia pressed her hand flat over her heart. ”Oh, my goodness. Sir, did you just say you wanted to f.u.c.k your teacher?”
Mac gasped, his surprise evident on his face. He stepped up close behind Ophelia. His hands came up to grab hold of the barre, effectively trapping her in front of him. He met her eyes in the mirror as he pressed his body against hers.
”My teacher has some naughty thoughts going on in that pretty head of hers. I was thinking along the lines of an apple for my teacher. Now I discover she wants my banana.”
Ophelia giggled and wiggled her bottom against Mac's erection. ”Is that what that is? And I thought you were just happy to see me.” She faked a frown on her face.
”Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want to lay you down on that workout mat and show you the difference between male anatomy and a banana.”
Ophelia looked away from Mac's intense blue-eyed gaze. The clock showed it was only ten minutes until cla.s.s started. ”I wish you would, but we've run out of time. I've got a few eager beaver students who always seem to come early.”
Mac kissed the side of her neck before moving away from her. He walked over to his gym bag and pulled a water bottle from the side pocket. Ophelia watched as he tilted his head back to swallow several gulps of water. She felt a jolt deep in her gut as she realized that he looked so s.e.xy, even drinking water. Who would have thought a man's ”Adam's apple” could be so erotic? A moment later her first student entered her cla.s.s.
”Hi, Ophelia! I've been practicing that step you showed me at the end of cla.s.s yesterday.”
Ophelia turned and smiled at the eager young student, dressed quite appropriately in tights and T-s.h.i.+rt. ”h.e.l.lo, Greg. That is great! I'll have you come up and demonstrate it with me for the rest of the cla.s.s.”
Mac turned to look at the fellow student who was so eager. The young man had the definite look on his face of puppy love. His slender body was dressed as Ophelia had suggested the first day of cla.s.s. Shaking his head, Mac removed his jacket and shoved it into the gym bag. Deciding he'd watched the young man moon over ”his girl” long enough, he walked over to where Ophelia and Greg were standing.
Ophelia smiled at him when he joined them. ”Mac, this is Greg. Won't be long and he'll be able to teach this cla.s.s himself.”
Mac smiled, but noted the flush that came up the young man's neck. As the student stammered for a reply, Mac cut in. ”That will come in handy, Ms. Landis, after I kidnap you.”
”Mac!”
He shrugged, seeing the displeasure on Ophelia's face. ”I'm sure Greg understands how a man feels about his girlfriend. Right, Greg?”
Mac watched the young man react to his statement. He knew he had just been politically incorrect and certainly not a man of the new millennia. But to be honest, the only thing he cared about right now was staking his claim. He turned from Greg to look at Ophelia, not sure what she would do now. Once again she surprised him.
”Greg, why don't you go over to the door and tell everyone to divide into the groups we had yesterday?” She paused until Greg had reluctantly walked away. ”And you... let's have you at the barre and begin your stretching exercises. I am sure you have lots of tight muscles.”
Mac grinned in reply. ”No amount of stretching will get rid of my tightest muscle.” He turned and walked over to the farthest barre. He did the first exercise, ignoring the angry muscles and tendons screaming at him for being lazy the last few days. As he did the second, he couldn't help but groan a little. Glancing over to where Ophelia was standing, he caught the smile on her face the second before she turned away.
That evening Ophelia found Mac was once again seated outside her apartment door. Ophelia grinned as she saw how slowly he got up from the floor tonight as compared to yesterday.