I stood in the bathroom this morning, looking at myself in the mirror, admiring the bruises Mac left on my breasts with His mouth. He marked them last night, sucking and biting while I sat over His lap, His cock inside me. We didn't move around much, Mac made my muscles contract with the force of His sucking and I would grind my clitoris against His pubic bone now and then. My hands were in His hair and when I couldn't take any more of Him loving my breasts I would pull His head back and kiss His lips, tongues thrusting, then push His head back to my tits again. I don't know how long we stayed like that, neither of us coming, just keeping each other on edge, enjoying the sensations, before we couldn't stand it anymore. I had to feel Him enter me again. I had to. I pulled back off Him then pushed down on Him and within moments, with much grunting and groaning, His cock was spurting inside me and then I was coming too. It was completely emotional, intense, entwining sex.

We sat there on the couch for a long time afterwards. I didn't want to move from His lap. He didn't want to move me. We didn't speak and we didn't really cuddle, I just put my head against His shoulder and rested. I think He may even have dozed. I didn't care. Just like that, straight after sex, He just smells so damn good. I would have stayed there all night if He had let me.

And ah, I sort of went off on a tangent then because I was supposed to be telling you all about my breasts this morning, not last night, so...

I stood in the bathroom this morning, looking at myself in the mirror, admiring the bruises Mac left on my breasts last night when He walked in behind me and smiled at what I was doing.

'Show me.' He said and I turned around with my hands cupping my breasts to show Him the marks He had left. He grimaced for just a moment, then, He leant down and ever so carefully and gently kissed each and every mark. I was shaking with love for Him by the time He was done.

It made me think of that first morning, the very first morning after He had bitten my breasts and marked me as His.

I stood in the bathroom looking at my newly bruised breasts and I felt guilty and scared at wanting it to hurt as much as it did. Mac walked in and saw me standing there.

'What's wrong?' He said.
'Look what You did.' I presented my breasts to Him, the bruising clearly visible beneath each nipple. I was fighting back tears. He didn't miss the accusation.

He leaned forward and gently kissed the bruises. Then He stood and cupped His hand beneath my chin, tilting my face up to His.

'I am not going to apologise for anything I do that makes you come so hard, Sarah, but I promise you, I will always kiss it better when you need me to.'

He held me so gently and let me cry. I cried because He wasn't sorry and I didn't have to be sorry either. This was a part of me He accepted and I was allowed to accept it too. He wasn't going to make me feel bad about being me. It amazes me now that I expected Him to. No one should want you to feel bad about who you are, especially not someone who loves you. Mac made me feel like I had come home.

This morning He kissed the marks better, even though I didn't need Him to and He wrapped His big strong arms around me and held me gently and it was gorgeous, just like that.

God, it's such a beautiful day.