At some point in the last stretch of time, Trixie’s body had taken over and was doing whatever the hell it wanted. Wrap her lips around Mac’s erection? Check. Shudder with ecstasy every time Mac sucked at her n*****s? Check. Follow whatever commands he gave her? Check.
Usually she liked to be in control. Needed to be in control. Part of her always sat back and observed during s*x. She never let her whole self surrender. But now, with Mac, and only with Mac, none of that felt necessary. Everything she was doing, everything he did to her, it all felt right. More than right. Inevitable. Destined.
Needed Their bodies moved together as he thrust deep and slow inside her. She knew from the tension riding his muscles that he was trying not to come immediately. She was still coming down from the
