Wind Therapy - A.J. Downey Page 0,56

wasn’t done. Not by a longshot, and she wasn’t either. She just didn’t know it yet.

Her eyes had closed as I massaged the tops of her thighs, watching her, letting her come back to herself some before I got ready to enter her. She looked up at me as I shifted, eyes widening in surprise, inhaling a sharp intake of breath as I slipped inside her so easily. She was so incredibly wet, so ready to have my cock inside her, eager for me – I could tell by the way she squeezed down on me, her pelvic floor muscles tightening against my shaft, drawing me in, even as she reached her arms up to me.

I came down to her and she grabbed my face between her hands and dragged my mouth to hers, her long legs winding around my hips, heels pressing against my ass, drawing me in close with her entire body.

I loved it when she was like this. It felt as though I disappeared into her being more than skin on skin. This was deeper than that. Transcending just fucking.

This was the purest form of love me I had ever encountered with a woman and I did. Moving slowly, I set a pace that would leave us both gasping and shaking. I set a pace that would make us both feel good and keep us right on that edge for as long as she didn’t beg me to come or to make her come again.

I loved this, being like this with her. It was mind-blowing, the trust she put in me right now, after what had happened back at the lake. It was as though she forgave me with her entire body. As though she forgave me soul deep… and I felt both grateful and wholly undeserving at the same time.

I should have known. I should have pried a lot sooner. I shouldn’t have taken her at face value, and I felt like a real fucking dick that I’d exploited an obvious weakness in search of my own good time for as long as I had.

It was the first time I felt even a little bit guilty about my loyalty to the club and I didn’t quite understand this power she had over me.

“Maverick,” she gasped, her voice light but strained. She was ready to come again. I knew that desperate little note in her voice, knew when she clung to me like she did that she was getting close, and God, its ramped shit up for me.

Making love to Marisol gave me a feeling of possessing god-like powers and I had to admit, that was a high worth chasing. A high that I hoped would never go away.

I bowed over her protectively, my balls tightening, threatening a release that I so desperately wanted, needed, and I couldn’t help myself. Her orgasm hit, her pussy rippling around the head of my cock and that did it.

I ripped myself from her and thrust hard, slicking my cock between her wet pussy lips, coming in a hot wash over her hip, both of us a hot sticky mess of our love gluing us together.

It was hot. Hot beyond measure for me. Hotter still when she pulled our mouths together and wouldn’t hear of quitting the kiss we shared until our breathing returned to semi-normal and the fluids binding our pelvises began to cool uncomfortably.

“God that was hot,” she whispered against my mouth and I smiled.

“Stay right there, baby. I’ll get us cleaned up,” I murmured.

“Mm, good thing I keep up on my birth control. You know the pull-out method is bullshit,” she said, and her voice held a note of reproach.

“Fuck, yeah, I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

“Mm,” she stretched as I stood up, admittedly shaky, beside the bed. “If I hadn’t wanted it, if I had fought you… would you have stopped?” she asked quietly.

I met her gaze and said, “You ain’t ever have to test me on that. You ain’t even gotta ask. Absolutely, yes, I would stop.”

She looked uncomfortable for a moment, like at any second, she would start to squirm under the weight of my gaze, and I didn’t let up. There was something there and I wasn’t about to let anything slide anymore. Not when she carried the kinds of secrets that she did.

“No more secrets, Zaychik. Say what’s on your mind,” I ordered gently.

She drew a breath to speak, stopped, thought better of it, and closed her mouth. I raised eyebrows at her