What Would've Happened

*Morning After*

(Ok, I'm adding *title* around the title for the smutty chapters.)

Angie:

The next morning, I still didn't feel too good. But I wanted breakfast.

What Mac said last night really scared me. He had a dream where I died...

This morning while I was making eggs, I heard him coming up from behind. Before I said anything, his strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. His chin rested on my right shoulder, and his bare chest pressed against my back. I smiled and used my free hand to rub one of his.

"Morning baby." I greeted him. He didn't say anything, so I glanced at him. His eyes were closed, like he was savoring this moment. I cleared my throat, which made his eyes open. "I said, morning baby." I repeated, smiling.

"Mornin' beautiful." He mumbled, kissing my shoulder. "By the way, I made plans for this afternoon."

"Oh yeah? What are they?"

"Surprise."

I rolled my eyes, and continued to make the eggs. Mac let go and went over to the toaster with some bread.

"How many slices, Hon?" He asked, undoing the twist tie. I smiled. I liked being called 'Hon'.

"Um, just two."

"Kay." He grunted, popping four pieces into the toaster, and turned it on. While those were toasting, he took out two plates, and set them on the counter. "Need anythin' else?" He asked, walking to stand beside me.

"Um, only one thing," I stated. Mac watched me expectantly. I smirked up at him. "Tell me what we're doing."

He rolled his eyes and stepped closer to me. "You'll find out later. I promise."

"What if I offered you something to get it out of you?" I asked suggestively. For added measure, I bit the bottom of my lip.

"Depends." He murmured, placing his hands on my hips.

"What about this-" my hand flew to his crotch, squeezing the noticeable bulge. He gasped, and, his blue eyes turning dark, leaned down. His lips attacked my neck, biting and sucking the thin skin. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling the soft hair on his neck. He'd need a haircut soon.

"Baby, I'm so wet right now." I moaned into his ear. I was determined to crack him.

"How wet?" He growled, moving up to my own ear. I heard the dying of flames as Mac turned the stove off.

"So very wet..." I didn't need to say anymore. He leaned down and grabbed my thighs, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I felt us moving to the bedroom, and soon, I was dumped onto the soft mattress.

Mac hovered over me, kissing my lips with plenty of force. His hands snaked under my shirt, to the edge of my bra. They slipped under the cups, and started messing with the little buds. I moaned, thrusting my hips upward. Using his free hand, he pulled my shirt off. Then my bra. His lips reconnected with mine, while working on my pajama pants. My hands slipped under the rim of his boxers, feeling the tip of his shaft. A bead of pre-cum sat on it. I swiped it off, and, (making sure Mac was watching) stuck it in my mouth. My eyes shut as I savored his salty, yet sweet seed. Mac finally managed to get my pants and panties off, and was kicking his boxers off. He lined himself up with me, and hesitated.

"Baby, please." I begged, panting from the excitement. He smirked evily at me, teasing my.

"How much do you love me?" He asked, holding my knee caps.

"Infinity times infinity." I moaned, wriggling.

Suddenly, he plunged into me, making me scream out. It'd been a while. He thruster into me, and the pain quickly was replaced by pleasure. He hips snapped forward, pistoning himself deeper into my hot, wet folds.

"Oh, Mac..." I moaned. He hit harder and deeper, making me gasp again. "Yes, that's it."

He paused for a moment, and grabbed my legs. Tossing them over his shoulders, he thrusted again, hitting places he hadn't before. I moaned out loud as he hit the sweet spots over and over again. My muscles started tensing up as I prepared for my orgasm.

"M-Mac, I'm so close!" I panted.

"Cum. Cum all around my dick." Mac grunted, and thrusted harder and faster. He kept thrusting while I road out my high, screaming out Mac's name. Finally, I felt his quivering inside me.

After his high, he pulled out and laid down beside me. I snuggled closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. His arms wrapped around me, tightening me to his side.

"So, what're we doing?" I asked.

Mac chuckled. "I still ain't tellin'." He stated.

"You ass!" I exclaimed, playfully slapping his chest.

"C'mon. That was fun." Mac pointed out.

"I still wanna know!" I declared, my eyelids starting to get heavy.

"You'll find out later." Mac promised. I huffed under my breath, and sighed. There really was no way around this.

After a few minutes of silence, sleep was tugging me to its depths. But I could still faintly hear Mac's voice:

"I love you Angie. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Mac."