The good thing about sleeping alone is that eventually He comes home. Sometimes Mac is tired and irritable and not all that much fun to be around when He is working such long hours, at least until He has had a few extra hours of good sleep. Sometimes, He does surprise me though.

So yesterday, when He managed to get home in the afternoon so that He could shower and eat then get back to the office, I pushed Him down the stairs.

Well that's HIS version of it. What actually happened was that after He got home, I fixed Him something hot to eat while He was in the shower, and then we chatted over His meal. We talked about how tired He was and how He wanted to get back and get the last of things dealt with so that He could come home for the evening. (He meant: I don't have time for sex.) I understood and tucked away my seduction plans. It would still get me laid later. I told you I am a patient girl.

I walked Mac into the entry so that we could say goodbye and I stood on tiptoe to kiss Him. He called me short. Naturally I dragged Him over to the staircase so that I could stand on the second stair up, leaving Him standing on the floor.

I was lording it over Him because for once I was actually taller than Him. I made one or two smart comments and He stepped up onto the bottom stair so that He would be taller than me again. I lightly pushed Him back down off it. It was only a light push, I swear I didn't shove. Of course it was a bit of a silly thing to do. His hand flung out so that He would keep His balance and He somehow managed to hit the banister. He yelped and went on and on and on about the pain. Oops, I mean He grimaced and steeled Himself against the tremendous agony He was in. (Nods.)

'You wuss,' I said in my most sympathetic voice.
'I'll show you wuss,' He said and He started towards me. I turned and ran. He chased. I made it to the top of the stairs and turned into the hallway when Mac grabbed me around the waist and lifted me slightly off the floor and carried me the rest of the way to the bedroom. He tossed me across the bed and stood beside it, looking at me. I lay there laughing breathlessly.

'You are now my prisoner.' He said.
'That's ok, I don't mind being captured by someone with a pretty penis.' I said when I had stopped laughing.
'WHAT?' He exclaimed as I burst into a fresh fit of giggles. 'Pretty penis? HA!' He started to undo His trousers, pulling them to His knees. 'This is not a 'pretty penis'!' He pointed to His groin. 'This is a symbol of maleness.' He was talking in His most stuck-up of voices.

I looked at His slowly waking symbol of maleness and rolled about the bed laughing. He pounced on me and pinned me down.

'I will teach you not to laugh at it,' He said. I could feel His cock growing hard against my thigh.
'You can't fuck me half undressed,' I whined. 'Take off Your pants and shoes.'
He shook His head at me.
'When are you going to learn that I can fuck you any time, any where, anyway I like?'
'I don't know,' I said slyly. 'When are You going to stop teaching me?'
He covered my mouth with His lips.
'Smartass,' He hissed. His hand slid up my leg and pushed up my skirt.
'Bastard,' I hissed back and pulled His lips back onto mine.
'Princess,' He whispered as He sucked on a finger that had gotten to close to His mouth.
'Dragon,' I murmured and dragged His lips back to mine again. His cock pressed against me, then pushed into me.
'Oh.' I said as I wrapped my legs around His back.
He nuzzled into my neck.
'You are not laughing now.' He said.

I decided not to answer that, because I am a good girl. (And because I was too concerned about the feel of His cock, I couldn't be bothered to think of anything to say.)

I tangled my fingers into His hair and I held on to Him as tightly as I could.

He came quickly, as I expected that He would. He was tired, very tired, and I doubt His mind was concentrating on anything but the pleasure in His groin. He lay over me, a dead weight, and I knew that He was drained.

'Sleep.' I told Him.
'I can't. Work.' He said.
'I promise to wake You in an hour.' I said.
He sighed.
'An hour.' He said.

I took His shoes and socks off for Him because He didn't have the energy to do it for Himself. I set the alarm because I was sleepy too, but I didn't actually fall asleep. I lay beside Him watching Him and smelling Him and enjoying the peacefulness on His face.

With ten minutes to go I went downstairs and made Him tea. I took it up to the room and put it on His bedside table. Then I lay down beside Him and ever so slowly kissed Him awake. His arms slid around me. He opened His sleepy eyes and looked at me.

'God, you are beautiful.' He said. He tucked me into His chest and held me for a minute or two then He sighed and sat up on the edge of the bed. He stood up, did up His pants, took the mug of tea and trudged out of the room. I could hear Him talking to someone on the phone but I couldn't hear what was being said.

He came back to the room about ten minutes later. He smiled at me and it made me smile back.

'What are you smiling at?' I asked.
'Well,' He said. 'The deal is done, I just approved the last of it over the phone.' He was unbuttoning His shirt. 'I don't have to be in the office until tomorrow.'

I grinned at Him and slipped out of my skirt, top and bra. He climbed into the bed naked and wrapped His arm around me and pulled me close. My fingers reached for His cock and I played with its softness.

'It IS a pretty penis.' I said.
He slapped me lightly on the ass. I giggled.
'Shut up and go to sleep.' He said.

We both did.

So He wasn't the growly old bear I thought I might have to put up with.

God though, He is so easy to get into bed.