I Have Lived and I Have Loved - Willow Winters Page 0,380

arms around his neck. As he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Lasagna will have to wait,” he said as he carried me toward the stairs. “I’ve fantasized about having you in this house a million times. I’ve dreamt about bending you over on the kitchen counter and fucking you from behind, thought about laying you out on the dining table and making your pussy quiver with my tongue. But right now I’m going to make love to you in my bed.”

When we got to the bedroom, I unwrapped myself from Max’s body and pulled his shirt from his jeans, undoing the buttons keeping his skin from mine. I wanted time to take in where I was, to get to know more about Max, to hear stories of the black-and-white photographs that lined his bedroom walls and to understand why he’d chosen the huge mahogany four-poster bed. But his touch temporarily wiped all my questions from my head.

“These have been driving me crazy,” he said, reaching under my shorts and cupping my ass.

“They had the desired effect then,” I replied.

“Harper, you could turn up in a trash bag and it would work magic on me.”

“I know that feeling,” I said.

When we were both naked, we stood, staring into each other’s eyes, Max cupping my face. “It’s so good to have you here,” he whispered. “I’ve missed your beautiful, soft skin.” He smoothed his hands over my breasts, around my waist, and across my ass, “Your perfectly wet pussy.” He dipped his hand between my legs and groaned. “I’ve missed this. Your sounds, your wetness.”

My skin tightened and I shivered.

“I’ve got to be inside you. I’ll take my time with you later, but I need to feel you around me. I need to be close.”

It was what I needed, too.

He spun us around, then pushed me against the wall. Lifting my leg, he rubbed his tip along the length of my sex.

“Max, condom,” I said, breathless and desperate.

He shook his head. “I just had my annual checks. I’m all good.”

Oh. I hadn’t slept with anyone but him since I’d last been tested. “Me too, and I’m on the pill.”

I moaned as he pushed into me and stilled. “Good,” he said.

“Max.” I tightened my fingers around his arms. I needed him to wait a few seconds for me to adjust to him. After not having him for so long, in this position, he seemed to fill me more than usual.

He increased his rhythm. “I’m not going to be able to last long, and after I’m done, I’m going to have you on the bed, then in the shower. I’m going to be inside you for hours.”

The thought of the relentless drive of his dick in and out of me chased my breath from my lungs.

“Once is never enough with you. I need you all the time, forever.”

I felt as if I were cycling toward the top of a mountain, panting and moaning, desperate to get to the top. As Max thrust into me again, his dick reaching deep inside me, I found myself at the summit. I arched my back as I began to freewheel down the other side.

“I love you,” I whispered into the wind.

Max was right behind me, grunting my name in my ear as he jabbed his hips into me so sharply it would have hurt if it weren’t for the insulating effect of my orgasm. “I love you,” he shouted out.

His skin was hot and sticky with exertion when I put my arms around him, pressing my breasts to his chest, hoping I could attach myself to him permanently. He lifted my ass and I wrapped my legs around him as he walked us toward the bed, still joined, him still inside me. He sat on the edge of the bed, my knees coming to rest on either side of him.

“Lie back,” I said. His eyes looked dazed as he did what I said. “I wasn’t too late,” I mumbled as I began to move my hips, just slightly, enjoying the feel of him still inside me.

He reached toward my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs as he looked up. His touch melted me around my edges. I contracted my muscles, trying to stem the wetness his touch released.

He groaned, and slipped one hand down to my clit. “Too late?”

I wasn’t sure I could get the words out to clarify. Already I wanted him again, wanted to make the climb up the mountain, even though