I’m inside you.” His eyes are gleaming wickedly. “And it’ll be all the more intense when you finally do.”
I narrow my eyes. “You’re such a control freak.” I lower myself until I feel his tip at my entrance.
He chuckles and holds himself steady while I start to ease down around him. “Yeah, but I’m your control freak now.” Then he grabs my waist and tilts upward with his hips, guiding me down around him.
My eyes slam closed, and I gasp at the shock of him stretching me to a point that borderlines pleasure and pain.
“Hey,” he whispers, placing his forehead on mine. “Breathe, Maggie.”
I take in a deep, shuddering breath and nod against him, sinking deeper and deeper, until the initial shock wears off and pleasure is all I’m chasing. I settle at his base and open my eyes before continuing.
His sharp blue stare is pouring into my brown eyes like he’s trying to reach the depths of my soul in a silent plea to keep moving. “You okay?”
This time I smile. “Such a gentleman.”
A cocky smile lifts his cheeks as his palms find my ass and grip me. He thrusts into me, going deeper than I thought possible. “Are you sure about that?” Then he’s moving me, lifting me from him and pulling me back down as my muscles cling to his.
He’s biting his bottom lip, watching me move, and I can’t help but lean in and take his mouth with mine. I want to—need to—feel every part of him on every part of me.
He groans into my mouth and pulls his knees out from under him and stretching them out. Then he reaches behind him and uses his hands to prop himself up while I take over and start to ride him. As I do, something awakens inside of me, something that reaches beyond pleasure and lightens the weight on my heart. We’re face-to-face, heart-to-heart, our slick bodies sliding together. And it’s like they were always meant to move this way.
My mind has gone foggy again as I pick up the pace to a stride that will bring me to climax at any moment. I need the release after not just the past hour of buildup, but the past days, weeks, and months. I need this more than I need air, at least that’s how it feels as I get closer to bliss.
I’m so close, closer than before, when Desmond growls, sits up, and wraps his arms around my waist. He flips me onto my back, still inside me. He latches onto my bra between the cups, holding it like he would reins, and then starts to rock into me at a pace I know he has no chance of stopping, not this time. We’re too far gone, our hearts and minds tangled too deeply. And I know it’s not just me that needs this release.
There’s a tightening below my belly, creating a heat that starts to spread to every limb until my head is abuzz once more. I’m reaching the cliff at the speed of a freight train. The moment I hit the edge, there’s nothing but sky and sea stretching for miles. A guttural cry slips past my throat, and I’m soaring. Soaring as Desmond’s mouth finds mine. Soaring as he pushes inside me for the last time, his warmth filling the condom, filling me, until the two of us are spent.
My body is useless, my muscles a puddle of mush as my mind begins to clear. Our breathing is all I can hear above the crackling fire as he lies beside me. My head rests in the crook of his arm while I curl the rest of my body into him.
He squeezes me closer and kisses the top of my head. “Still think I’m a gentleman?”
I smile and close my eyes. “Verdict’s still out on that.”
At some point last night, during another round of “Is Desmond a gentleman?” he carried me to his bed, and we fell asleep there. I’m not sure how many times we woke up to go at it again or how many condoms were destroyed in the process, but I’m still in his bed when the sun shines through his large windows. My body is a package of marshmallows, and Desmond’s bed is our cloud. It looks like one too, with its soft white sheets, a puffy down comforter, and pillows that hug me in a sweet caress. I never want to leave.
When I look to my right, I have to