“It wasn’t just you, it’s only you, Maeve.”
She flashes me a seductive half-smile before reaching her hands around my neck to capture my lips against hers. Maeve’s eyes flutter closed and I let her guide the kiss, keeping my hands by my sides. Her pace. Whatever she wants. However she needs it, is what I want her to have. Not just now, but forever. Her tongue tastes of wine, and the scent of her shampoo wafts into my oxygen causing all common sense to flee. Grabbing her ass, I pull her against me, but with too much strength. The table next to us shifts, and her wine glass crashes on the hardwood. It’s only a mild distraction as we break our mouths to view the mess.
She turns back to me, and pushes me to the sofa, straddling me as I fall backward. Spit, her scent, her pussy against my dick only separated by clothes. The need for her grows. “I need to shower first. I want this one-hundred percent a thousand different ways. I’ve been living in a hole with only a stick of deodorant to my name.”
“Funny,” Maeve hisses, sucking in a breath at my neck. “All I smell isyouand it’s delicious. It’s pure man.”
My cock likes that and hardens to an uncomfortable level. I stand and Maeve squeals, wrapping her legs around me. “Then I’m taking you in the shower with me.”
Her laugh echoes against the tall ceilings, and I feel so happy to hear actual sounds of her happiness that I would run her up and down this house a million times if it meant preserving the sound. I set her down, and crank on the shower. My boner is the main attraction as I pull off my pants and jump into the cold water wanting to get the cleaning over with so we can move on to what comes next. At home, we have a lot of shower sex because it’s the most soundproof place in the house, and it happens after Turner goes to sleep. “No shower sex tonight,” I tell her when I see her yanking on her sleeve. “Go ahead and get undressed, but just watch.”
Her throat works as she swallows, her big eyes staring at the glass. It won’t be long until the hot water fogs it, so I make a show of washing my body. Not slowly, though because I’m not a masochist. I flex my abs as I wash my stomach. “Okay that’s not fair, I want to touch them.” Maeve’s voice is stifled by the water and shower glass, but I hear the sexy curl of her voice.
“There’s nothing I want more than your hands on me, but I’m literally washing black suds off myself right now.” I laugh a little as I soap up once more, this time letting the soap sit in my hair to soak. Maeve undresses slowly as she watches, and if she were to climb into this shower right now, I’d call myself clean enough, but she doesn’t make a move to open the door.
“Just getting ready for you,” she says, licking her lips. “I miss you so much when you’re away. I think about you, about being naked with you.” I pause my soapy assault as her words become laden with emotion. “I dream about holding your hand. About kissing you when you get home from work or watching you laugh at one of my dumb jokes. I’m in love with you in every single way, Lincoln.” The water splashes on the tile loudly as I let the clean water rinse me. I don’t respond until I’ve turned the water off. I open the door and the heat from inside hits Maeve, creating an instant film of dew on her bare skin.
“I love you,” she repeats again, her gaze lighting on mine in challenge.
She reaches for a towel on the warming rack, but I grab her forearm. “What would I need that for?” I grumble.
Her smirk grows into a wide grin. “Oh, I don’t know, to get to water off yourself before they turn into icicles.”
“There isn’t going to be anything cold about what’s about to happen.”
“Aren’t you going to tell me you love me too?”
I crack my neck on one side, and then the other. Maeve takes a step back. “I tell you I love you all the time, tonight I’d rather show you how much I love you.”
Grabbing her tiny frame by her hips, I set her on the bathroom counter. She shivers from the cold granite. I kneel in front of her, pulling her legs apart and moving her closer to the edge so I can bury my face in her pussy. She’s soaking wet before my tongue reaches her clit. Maeve sets her thighs on my shoulders and settles into my touch. Her face upturned, she balances back on her hands, muscles in her body clenching and releasing as she enjoys every goddamned second of me pleasuring her. I pull her even closer to my face, using her thighs.
A gasp of bliss echoes in the room as she wriggles against my face. My cock has been hard, but it stiffens even more at the erotic noise. I lap at her core and relish her taste on my tongue. I’ve missed her, too. Having her like this—exposed and writhing, for me. Maeve tells me to slow fuck her with my tongue as she pulls her heels up to rest on the granite. With her in this position, I can see everything and I’d give my left nut to sink into her. Her orgasm hits, her whole body tightening, and relaxing as she calls out my name mixed in with a group of swear words. Standing, I slide a finger inside to rub against her G-spot as she falls apart, panting, begging for more. Begging for my cock.
Her eyes roll back in her head as I stroke her most sensitive area. I kiss her throat and slide across her chest as I move my finger back and forth. When my lips land on hers, she’s ravenous for more. I slam my eyes closed to focus on anything except the fucker between my legs trying to get playtime.
“I want you,” she breathes, words a plea on my swollen lips.
So much for my waning self-control. Pulling my finger from her slowly, I watch. My cock jumps. I grab my cock and rub her wetness over the tip. It literally could not be more perfectly lined up. She’s still splayed with her heels up, and I push down on my dick and let it hit her clit.
She moans, tilting her head back so far it’s now resting against the mirror. My dick feels cold against her velvet fire as I dip the head down to go in a little further. “Ah, you feel so good,” I choke out. From this angle, viewing every fold, and drop of wetness, I know I won’t last long, so I continue to tease the head in and then letting it pop out.
“More,” she pleads. “Give me more.”
“Oh, I’ll give you everything,” I growl, biting my lip as I try to hold myself back. Looking up, I meet my eyes in the mirror and it takes me out of the moment for a second because I don’t look like myself. Not in that quick glance. I’m a man on fire, a man breathing and existing to take the woman in front of me. Because I love her. I slide into her body halfway in the next thrust and she squirms to get used to my girth. I don’t pull out, I circle the base of my dick with my hand. The skin around her pussy is tight as I push in a little more and tilt my dick up to rub her G-spot. “This a little better than my finger?” I ask without meeting her gaze.
“Oh my God,” she says, voice cracking. “Yes.” Maeve swallows hard and closes her eyes as I continue to use my cock to get her off. “More. Fuck me, Lincoln.” My name on her lips is all it takes, I let my dick sip in until it hits the back, her wet heat enveloping me. I fuck her hard, taking her ass in my hands so I can position her body for maximum depth. She comes again, her teeth on my neck and her heart pounding against my chest. The waves of her orgasm grip me tightly, causing the last bit of my self-control to disappear. I pump into her a few more times and release deep inside her. I’m panting from the power, from having her against me and on me. As we both catch our breath, we don’t speak. Not with words, but with touch. Her hands roam my back and I cradle her neck and face.
With her eyes closed softly, I place a gentle kiss on each eyelid. Her sigh of contentment is more praise than I’ve ever wanted. Her sleepy smile hits me, and her blue eyes sear into mine. “My turn,” she says, covering my eyes, so I’ll close them. She repeats what I did to each eyelid. Her lips are warm and indulgent, and the sensation rolls from head to toe. When her lips land on mine, I open my eyes.
“Should I pull out now or wait a while longer?”
“Never pull out,” she teases. Chuckling, I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. I bring her to the bed without disconnecting our bodies. Laying on top of her, I press into her farther, keeping my dick awake.
“Lincoln, I have to tell you something else.”
“While I’m inside you, damn, this must be bad.” Her gaze flits from mine. “Oh, shit. Is it that bad?”
Maeve raises her hips, and I moan. “Pure torture. Go ahead. Tell me. I’d forgive treason inside you.”