They were like catalysts for explosions in my core. I could feel myself getting wetter, and that was a good thing because Max was big.
Seriously big.
I’d felt it in my palm but seeing was believing.
“I-I can’t last much longer,” he gritted out. “Sweetheart, just get me off. I’ll be hard again soon.”
I blinked at that.
The other guys I’d been with had come once then passed out like I’d hit them on the head. That he had faith in his recovery time intrigued me, and I knew I’d be taking advantage of that in the future.
His statement also made me realize how long I’d been torturing us both. When I looked at him, my eyes heavy-lidded, I realized we were both drenched in sweat and my thighs and ass were aching from how long I’d been riding him without him penetrating me.
Considering I’d been trying to make this easier on him?
Yeah, that hadn’t worked out.
Still, he was my personal playground, and it was the first time I’d allowed myself to explore anything distinctly male in far too long.
I grimaced but disregarded his words. Lifting up higher, I settled the tip of his cock at my gate and let out a moan. I was both disgusted by how wet I was, my juices were slick between us and I knew I’d be embarrassed about that later. But I was also relieved. I’d need to be that wet to take him in.
Sucking in a shaky breath, I began to rock down on his cock. It was as hard as I’d imagined, but damn, it was easy too because of how turned on I was. The look on his face, the strain on his features, and the vein throbbing in his temple, told me how he felt.
At that moment, I was empowered.
He’d given that to me.
He’d showered me with attention and gifts these past few months, but this?
This was incredible.
He was giving himself to me, and I knew, I’d never forget that. Knew that he’d changed something between us with his generosity with himself.
As he fit inside me, going in the whole way—a fact that stunned me—I started panting when my sex touched his groin. I placed my hands on his chest for balance, and peered down between us.
The sight? It blew my mind, and I did something I’d never thought possible…
The nasty memories?
Those horrid moments where I’d b
een powerless and defenseless?
I allowed this image to replace that.
To forever delete the old and to put these in their place.
Because these were so much better.
My sex was slick, as was his. My juices were everywhere. That was still embarrassing but could I help how turned on I was? The thick root of his cock was burrowed between my pussy lips, and seeing how I’d taken him in was just staggering.
For a second, I just stared.
Then Max let out a low rumble. “Baby, if you don’t move, I’m going to lose my mind. You looking at me like that is driving me insane.”
I peered at him, saw how he’d gripped the sheets with his hands to stop himself from touching me. I saw that, felt saddened by it, and knew I was denying us both something special by letting him keep them there.
He was doing it for my benefit, of that I had no doubt.