Chapter 13 #2
Reaching for the hem of her dress, I tug at it, signaling that I want her just as naked as me.
Maggie follows and pulls the dress off her head, leaving her in nothing but her lacy underwear.
It’s white, just like her dress, and I have to bite back another moan.
Fuck, how is she so perfect? Her tits are perky, her nipples hard and pointed at me, begging me to put my mouth on them.
I reach for her but she stops me with a hand on my chest.
“Lean back,” she says, shimmying out of her underwear. I expect her to throw it to the floor, but instead she wraps it around her fingers and brings it down to grip me. The sight alone of her hand and her soaked underwear around my stiff cock has my eyes rolling in the back of my head.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, lifting my hips up into her hand as she grips me hard, running her thumb over the slit.
My hands fist the sheets as I try to hang on to the pleasure, but then she takes me in her mouth and I see stars.
Her hand still holds on to the panties as she grips the base of my cock with one hand, her head bobbing up and down as she takes me to the back of her throat.
“You’re such a little slut for me, wrapping your pretty mouth around my dick,” I pant out and the words take me by surprise. We’ve never talked this dirty to one another and I start to panic that she’ll be offended that I called her a little slut.
I look down, expecting her to bite my dick off, but instead I find her touching herself with her free hand, her blue eyes pinned on me as she sucks me harder, her fingernails digging into my pubis.
“Good girl,” I hear myself saying as I push her hair back and grab the back of her neck with one hand, thrusting into her hot, wet mouth.
Her eyes water but don’t waver from mine and I shudder, trying to hold back my release.
“I’m close, baby,” I pant and she lets go with a loud pop, climbing up my body, leaving more kisses in her wake. She hesitates when she reaches my mouth but I pull her to me, devouring her lips.
Maggie lines me up at her entrance and slowly sinks down my cock.
I groan and pant and moan with each torturous inch, holding her tight against me.
Then she starts moving, lifting herself up and slamming back down until I’m buried deep inside her.
She tortures me like this for too long, until I snap, switching our positions so I’m on top.
I lick and bite down on her nipples while my fingers find her clit, rubbing in tight circles just how she likes it.
Once she’s writhing and moaning under me, I flip her over on her stomach and she gasps.
“Ass up,” I command and she eagerly follows.
“Fuck,” she groans into the pillow as I sink my cock inside her. My thumbs dig into the dimples at her back and I pick up the pace, fucking her senseless into the mattress.
A chorus of muffled yes, more, and harder is what drives me to the edge.
I bring a hand down to her clit and the small pressure there has Maggie’s walls contracting around my cock.
My thrusts become more frantic as I fuck her through her orgasm and the pressure builds at my spine, my vision going spotty.
“Where do you want me?” I grunt out. Instead of replying, Maggie pulls away and quickly repositions herself, taking me in her mouth once more.
Her nails dig into my ass as she relaxes her throat and takes me as deep as she can.
When she lets me go with a pop and wraps her hand around me, my vision goes spotty.
I come so hard I think I black out. My hands are in her hair and I’m whispering filthy words as she wrings out every last drop.
As we lay there in a heap and my fingers brush the hair away from her sweaty forehead, the only thought left in my mind is that I need to make this woman my wife.
Once we’re showered and we’ve brushed our teeth side by side in the small hotel bathroom, Maggie walks over to her suitcase and takes out one of my old T-shirts, throwing it on.
I’m stuck in place, leaning against the doorframe as I watch her, damp hair braided and falling down one shoulder, my shirt only barely covering her ass.
I don’t even remember when she stole that shirt. College? A few years later?
She fluffs up both pillows and pulls down the comforter. “Do you want your usual side?” she asks and my heart is in my damn throat. The domesticity of our non-relationship hits me like a brick. We’re together in every sense of the word. Except she doesn’t want the label. I swallow hard and nod.
Maggie gets under the covers on the left side of the bed and makes herself comfortable, one hand clutching the blanket, the other resting on the pillow above her head. I stand there, my thoughts swirling.
She opens her eyes again to look at me and smiles. “What’re you waiting for, Ro?”
I walk over to the bed and join her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into my chest. She falls asleep almost immediately, her nose buried somewhere between my neck and shoulder.
What am I waiting for? A goddamn miracle.