Chapter 20 Ewan #2
Sliding two fingers inside her, I angle my wrist just right, rubbing the heel of my hand against her clit. Gasping, Maisey grabs on to my shoulders, moving her hips in time with my motions.
“That’s it, baby, ride my hand. You were such a good girl sucking my dick, now be a good girl and come for me.”
“Ewan!”
My name is like a curse on her lips as her body goes taut, eyes slamming shut, an orgasm taking over. Capturing her mouth in a kiss, I hold on, not letting her go—never wanting to let her go—trying to make this last forever.
“Inside me, now. Please,” she demands, her climax barely finished.
Gripping me harder, she shifts, lining herself up with my dick and easing herself onto my shaft. We both groan, the collective sound of relief, pleasure, and coming together mixing as our bodies join. Her pussy is wet, tight, and welcoming. Like sliding into home.
As amazing as it is, though, I need more. I need her. I need the connection that comes only from us joining together like this.
So I pull out. Not all the way, but enough. Then slam back in. Maisey cries out, throwing her head back, her pussy gripping me tighter. So I do it again. And again.
“Yes!”
We find our rhythm—a mix of hard and fast with slow and drawn out—both of us losing ourselves in it. We’re a mess of limbs and movements, trying to be careful of my foot, Maisey riding me, keeping me hypnotized. Keeping me locked in, right where I belong.
Here. With her.
The two of us. Together. As one.
Maisey picks up the pace and I can tell she’s close. She doesn’t need to say anything; I’ve learned her body. Her telltale signs. What will make her come undone. And the deep need to do that fills me. To be the one who knows that. Who has the power.
Reaching down, my thumb finds her clit and I start to circle slowly. Maisey whimpers, rolling her hips.
“That’s it, baby. Use my cock. I want to make you come.” I lean forward, flicking her nipple with my tongue, feeling the tingle of my own climax prick at my skin.
But I need to get Maisey there first.
I turn my focus to her nipples, knowing the combination of that and her clit will be her undoing. Throwing her head back, she thrusts her chest toward me, so I double down. Any moment now…
“Together…please…” she begs.
Together? Fuck, yes.
I shift, changing my angle inside her, getting deeper. I thrust harder, focusing on nothing but our new target. Our destination. Getting us there and tumbling us over that edge. Together.
Maisey clamps down on me, her pussy trying to coax my orgasm from me, so I go harder. I give in to this. To us. Let our bodies take control.
“Ewan!”
Maisey screams out, her pussy gripping me like a bear trap, and she lurches forward, burying her head into my neck.
That’s all it takes, yanking me over that cliff with her, my climax hitting me like a bolt of lightning, shooting straight through my limbs.
I hold on to her tighter, not ready to give this up—to let her go—riding out the waves of pleasure as they course through us.
Hearts racing, we stay like this for a long while, trying to catch our breath and basking in the afterglow.
I’ve never felt calmer or more at peace than I do right now, with her in my arms, after coming together like that.
I wish I had a way to tell her how she makes everything inside me still—in a good way.
That I want us to spend the rest of our lives just like this.
“Ewan,” she whispers, sitting up. A single tear snakes down her cheek, and my heart drops.
“What’s the matter?”
She shakes her head, giggling as she swipes away the tear. “I love you.”
“I love you. But why the tears?”
“That was just…intense? A good intense, but…still intense. Happy tears are a totally normal physiological response to being overwhelmed and/or intensely happy.”
Overwhelmed and intensely happy. I’ll take it.
I press my lips to her forehead gently, not wanting to overwhelm her more, but to reinforce that I’m here. That I mean it when I tell her I love her. That she’s my future.
“Thank you for not laughing.”
Okay, now I’m confused. I lift an eyebrow, trying to figure out what she’s getting at.
“What was there to laugh at?”
“My request.” She blushes again, looking down at her hands and then back up at me.
“I realize it’s not very high on the list of kinkiest things ever—in fact, it’s pretty mild.
I mean, ER nurse, I’ve seen some shit, but…
we hadn’t talked about it and I wasn’t sure how you feel about talking to me that way, and since this is all so new to both of us… well, thank you for not laughing.”
“I meant it, Mais. Whatever you want to try, I’m down. Especially if you actually want to dress as a slutty nurse.”
She quirks an eyebrow at me. “Really? Whatever I want? You’re open to anything?”
“Okay, there will be some things I draw the line at.”
She’s got me there.
I tickle her sides, drawing a laugh out of her.
“I should get us cleaned up and figure out dinner. Then I want part two of my payment.”
Errr…what?!
“There’s a part two?”
Climbing out of my lap, she gathers her clothes and leans back down to kiss me.
“Yup. Movie night snuggled on the couch. I’ll let you pick the movie. But I’m picking the snack.”
I laugh, unable to control myself. Fuck, I love her.
“Deal.”