I bite my lower lip and crawl toward him. He pulls me on top of him, crushing his lips to mine. “That was fucking incredible,” he whispers, gently tugging at my hair and giving himself access to my neck. I let out a tiny gasp. My God, this man is driving me crazy with his lips, those hands, and his body.
He grabs the condom packet, tears off a corner with his teeth, and pulls it out. All one-handed. Pretty damn impressive. That, or he’s desperate to get it on—literally and figuratively.
So am I…
He rolls it on and backs me down to the mattress, rubbing his cock against my clit as he hovers over me. I run my fingernails down the sides of his torso, making him shudder against me, proving that he does actually feel things. His eyes drift closed for a split second, and when they open, those dark pools of desire are raging, showing me that he’s not impervious to what’s happening between us right now.
I don’t even want to think about what’s happening to me…or what will happen afterward.
I just want him. This moment. He’s all I’ve ever wanted.
He lowers his body over mine, the head of his cock pushing inside of me. I swallow a gasp. Damn, it burns when you haven’t had sex in a while.
Okay, it’s been a little longer than just a while. It’s inching closer and closer to forever.
But Max takes his time. He moves slowly inside of me, stretching me wide to take him all in. And oh God, there’s so much to take. I tighten my arms around him, hugging him against me, my body urging him to kiss me, to take away the pain.
He lowers his lips to mine, his greedy tongue plunging into my mouth, swirling and curling with my own. With each thrust deeper, my body opens for him, molding around him like a glove. He slides in and out, rubbing himself against my clit each time. I fist his hair, releasing every shred of emotion coursing through me into that kiss.
I press my hands into the small of his back, urging him to stay buried inside of me, to never break this connection. I don’t know how we got here, and I don’t really care why. The only thing I know is that I don’t want it to ever end. He’s awoken things inside of me that I never even knew were asleep.
I draw in a sharp breath, my muscles clenching tight around him. I lift my hips, pressing into him, once, twice, and holy hell…the sparks inside of my core ignite into a raging inferno of unbridled lust and love that words alone could never describe.
Every cell sizzles as he rocks against me. Hands are everywhere, his, mine…they can’t seem to grope fast enough or clutch hard enough as the euphoric rush captivates our flushed and frenzied bodies. Toe-curling, mind-numbing, body-tingling sensations command me, bright white lights flashing behind my eyes as the explosion shoots out to every extremity, igniting my insides. Max’s perfect lips silence the screams that erupt from deep within my chest, and he thrusts a few more times before tremors assault his own body.
This thing…whatever it is…is more powerful and more intoxicating than any sick and twisted fantasy I’d ever concocted of the two of us in my mind, and believe me, there have been plenty over the years.
None of them could hold a candle to the reality of the two of us together.
I try to catch my breath, but my pulse refuses to cooperate. It continues to race, ready to explode out of my neck. Goosebumps pop up along my arms and shoot down my legs in response to his nearness.
Max collapses next to me, flinging one arm over his head and dragging his fingertips down my back with the other. “Fuck. That was crazy.”
“Yeah,” I pant, my chest heaving. I run a hand through my hair, sweeping it away from my face, and roll over to face him. A small smile plays at my lips. He looks so relaxed, so different than he did when he rolled in here a little while ago. Unburdened, uninhibited, and just…happy.
It’s rare to see. I catch glimpses here and there, but right now? It’s like he’s a different person. Or maybe this is the person he really is…the one who can never seem to make his way to the surface for too long before he’s ordered away, leaving the hardened version on display for the rest of the world to see.
Why is that?
Questions…I have so many…
What does he do when he leaves me after our late-night video game sessions? Where does he go? Who is he with? Is there a future for us? Does a guy with all of these scars even believe he can have a future?
Do I?
But I choke them all back, mainly because I don’t really know if I’m ready to hear all of the answers. I squash every doubt because I’m not sure I’m ready to battle any of his demons either.