Whimpers escaped her and she moved her hips, trying to get some friction.
He rubbed at her clit with his thumb, adding another finger to her pussy while he kissed her, suppressing her cries.
With his free hand, he drew circles around the back of her neck. He felt her breathing quicken, felt her clench around his fingers.
She was close. Poor girl. She needed this so badly.
Hadn’t she been using her purple vibrator? Maybe she didn’t like to use it when she had her period.
He moved his thumb faster, driving her more and more crazy.
He stilled, letting them both catch their breath before he continued to rub circles around the back of her neck.
She whimpered, her pussy contracting around his fingers.
Oh, she liked that.
“You’re going to come, girl,” he told her.
Then he drove his fingers in and out of her, playing with her clit until she exploded in his arms. She slumped against him and he pulled his fingers free from her pussy, gathering her close. She continued to shudder as he held her, rubbing his hand up and down her back.
He wanted to experiment with something. When he rubbed the skin at the back of her neck again, she let out a deeper moan.
Fuck.
Her face went to what seemed to be its favorite place, pressed in against his shoulder and neck.
“Such a good girl. That’s it. Just relax. Shh.”
Gradually, her breathing deepened, which was what he’d been hoping for. He didn’t know how long he sat there, holding her. Just reveling in touching her.
This felt right.
Like she was just where she needed to be.
But he knew she’d get a better sleep in her bed. So eventually, he forced himself to stand and carried her to the bed. He shifted her weight carefully to free up a hand so he could pull down her blankets. Then he placed her in the bed, and covered her up, tucking her in.
She murmured something and flung out an arm as though searching for him. Or maybe that was wishful thinking.
Fuck.
He couldn’t sit here and watch her sleep. That would be fucking creepy. And he had better shit to do. He was just here for a fuck.
Yeah, right.
He couldn’t even lie to himself anymore. He wanted her. More than he should. More than was healthy for her. He didn’t want to risk her. He brushed her hair back off her face.
“Gray. Scared.”
He froze. She wasn’t scared of him, was she? No, there had been nothing to indicate that. Was she scared of something else? He realized he hardly knew anything about her. Because he hadn’t wanted to know, he’d wanted to keep a barrier between the two of them.
He checked his phone. He had a few things he could be following up on, but he couldn’t make himself leave her. Instead, he settled in. His jobs would wait a bit longer.
18
Maeve was feeling pretty damn good.
Last night she’d had an amazing orgasm.