Macy’s Awakening by Pepper Anthony Page B

but you believed in me. And you kept me safe.” Her voice quivered a little as it dawned on her what this meant. Her time with Jerrod was almost over. A little lump formed in her throat. Her hand went to her mouth.
    He was staring down at her, his expression somber. He cleared his throat. “I’m going to miss you.”
    “Oh.” She felt tears pushing against the back of her eyes. The lump in her throat got bigger. They both went silent.
    And then with a broken groan, he took her in his arms. His mouth crushed down on hers, his tongue questing with desperation between her lips. She opened to him, whimpering softly as he laid her on the bed. His big, warm hands stroked over her breasts.
    “Did you wear this top just for me?” he asked, sitting back to rake her with his avid gaze. His fingers caressed and kneaded. “You know how I love the perfection of your sexy titties, Macy.” The buttons seemed almost to open by themselves, and she felt his hot lips searing her flesh, drawing her eager nipples deep into his mouth. He’d never used that word—titties—with her before. She liked it. It made her feel naughty in the best way. She writhed on the bed, wanting him to touch her in other places. And then he did.
    His hands roved up her thighs, smoothing upwards, lifting the hem of the short skirt and pushing it away, baring her. For a moment she felt uncertain. Her eyes stayed on his face, watching for his reaction. Would he like the way she had shaved down there? Leticia had promised her that shaved pussies turned men on.
    “Oh, Macy. Oh, baby.” He stared at her bare pussy, his eyes lighting up. “Did you do this for me?”
    She nodded shyly, pleasure furling through her as he petted her there. “Do you like it, Jerrod?”
    In response, he bent and kissed her on her newly naked mound. She squirmed as the kiss turned into more, his tongue foraging with bold strokes between her folds. Lovely spirals of arousal lifted her hips off the bed as slippery moisture trickled from within her. He pressed his face against her body, using his tongue in a new way; pointed and hot, it found its way into her ready opening. She cried out and spread herself even wider for him, her restless fingers grasping and tangling in his hair.
    “Oh God! Jerrod. Wait. Wait!”
    He pulled away and stared at her with raised brows.
    “I don’t want to come yet. I want to—” She paused, feeling shy as her lips hesitated around the unfamiliar words. “I want to come with you inside me.”
    “Whatever you want, Macy girl. We have all night.” He grinned like a kid in a candy store.
    She took a deep breath. “But first I want to—I want to suck on your c-cock.” She felt herself blushing.
    His grin got wider. “Darlin’, I’d be more than happy to let you do that.”

Chapter 11

    The next week seemed to disappear in a heady rush. On Wednesday Jerrod met with the prosecutor and the detectives, learning that Egan Jones had finally made a full confession, clearing Macy completely. Jerrod prepared a motion to dismiss and on Friday they got their five minutes before the judge. The sharp whack of his gavel officially set her free.
    It was a bittersweet moment, and as he stood in the aisle of the courtroom with Macy’s arms around him, feeling silent sobs wrack her body, it was all he could do not to break down himself.
    The last few nights had been like something from a dream. He had cut his schedule back to the bare minimum so he could leave early every day and come home to her. She would be waiting, freshly bathed and scented, sometimes in his bed, sometimes at the foot of the stairs. Once on the kitchen counter without a stitch on. They would make love, eat a little supper, take a shower or soak together in the hot tub. Then make love again until the late hours of the night. They’d expanded their repertoire, and Macy had proved to be an excellent student. There wasn’t anything she shied away from trying, and her talented mouth had found