Morning Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Morning Rendezvous

As Mac carried BJ up the stairs and felt her warm skin on his, he knew he was getting aroused. How does she do that to me, he thought. When they got into the bedroom, BJ saw that Mac had laid out wildflowers on the bed, the bedside tables, and even on the floor. “

Wow,” she breathed, “How did you manage this?” she asked, gasping slightly, filled with her own arousal.

“You had to cook breakfast sometime, and luckily for me, it took a while," he told her. Mac laid BJ gently down on the bed and reached out to touch her face. Stroking her cheek, he slid his palm down her face and neck, then further down over her shoulder, finally landing on her breast. Cupping her breast in his hand, he watched her face for any reaction.

BJ’s eyes were closed and she sucked in a quick breath when Mac touched her. She reached her arm around his waist and pulled him close to her, almost pulling him down on top of her on the bed.

“What are you doing, Cowboy?” she breathed.

“I want to make love to you,” he said matter-of-factly, sliding his hand down her torso and pulling her t-shirt free from the waistband of her jeans. Slowly he peeled the t-shirt off over BJ’s head and saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. Mac saw her nipples were hard, dark red, waiting for him. He knelt on the floor in front of BJ and took her breast in his mouth, fondling her nipple with his tongue. He could hear her gasp and suddenly her hands were buried in the hair on his head.

“Oh Mac,” she whispered huskily. BJ ...

... reached down and yanked at his t-shirt, pulling it off and throwing it across the room. She saw how tan and muscled his chest was and ran her hands over it, feeling his heart beating faster in his chest as his mouth worked at her nipple. BJ could also feel her own reaction to his touch. “Cowboy, you make me melt," she said.

“I’m so hard right now," he commented, and then returned to her nipple, this time taking it in his teeth and giving a light tug. When he saw that BJ only melted into him more when he did bite her, he gradually added pressure. “You even taste sweet," he said, reaching down to undo her jeans.

BJ grabbed his hand and slowed his process of taking off her pants, making sure she didn’t move her chest too far from his mouth. “Let me strip for you," she whispered.

Mac bit down hard on her nipple then and BJ let out a half-yelp half-moan. Mac rose from his spot on the floor and pulled BJ to her feet, leading her into the middle of the room, then sitting down in his armchair. BJ moved slowly, her body seeming to sway to some inner tune or rhythm in her head. Mac watched as she moved and danced for him, her eyes half closed and her lips pursed.

She danced closer to him and rubbed up against him as she slowly worked her jeans unbuttoned and then unzipped. As she rode his thigh, BJ slid her jeans off and they landed in a soft pile at his feet. He looked her up and down and saw her white lace thong. He reached out his hand to grab her around the waist, but ...