Chapter 7
Rowan
February - Australia
Maggie’s fingers grip my hair tight enough to give me a prickle of pain.
I revel in it, grinding into the mattress and leaving wet kisses to her pretty cunt, swirling my tongue against her clit.
She tastes exactly as she always does. Just as good as the first time we explored each other’s bodies.
I dip my middle finger inside her again, groaning against the tight, wet heat I find waiting for me.
My perfect fucking girl. The girl I’ve been in love with since college. The friend who doesn’t want a relationship, just a casual arrangement between us. The one person I can’t ever say no to.
Maggie groans, pulling harder at my strands that have gotten longer.
One thing that’s changed since college is her attitude—she’s bossier, showing me exactly what she needs.
I smile against her pussy and add a second finger, looking up at her as I wrap my lips around her clit and suck.
Her slightly tanned skin is flushed and she’s biting her lip, trying hard not to let go.
“C’mon baby, I want to feel you pulsing around my fingers,” I rasp, nibbling at her thigh, pumping my fingers deep and curling them, just the way she loves it.
“Fuck, Ro,” she moans, her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow. Messy. Perfect.
I feel her body react the same way it always does, her back arching, her toes curling, her breathing getting choppier.
So I move my fingers faster, adding the pad of my thumb to her clit for pressure.
When I take her nipple in my mouth and gently bite, soothing it with a kiss, her orgasm takes over, turning her into a shaking, quivering mess under me.
I don’t pull my fingers out right away, enjoying the way her walls convulse around them.
Running my thumb gently over her clit, I wait until she comes down from the high.
My lips find her jaw, her cheek, and when I get to her mouth, Maggie grabs my face in both her hands, staring intently into my eyes.
The blue of her eyes is a shade darker this morning, little black flecks more noticeable now that the light is filtering through the curtains.
Her gaze roams over my face as she sweeps her thumbs back and forth on my cheekbones. I’m not used to this open perusal, but I don’t mind one bit.
Slowly, she brings her lips to mine in a tender kiss, one that has me dizzy with the possibilities.
I slowly pull my fingers out of her and she gasps, but I don’t waste any time taking my boxers off and bringing her knees up to her chest, slowly pushing my way in.
We haven’t used condoms in years, not since Maggie got on birth control.
She gasps against my lips and grips my face harder.
I hold my breath as I push all the way to the hilt, my arms shaking as I hover above her, mere inches from her face.
“Ro, I need you to move,” she begs, tugging at my bottom lip. She bites gently and soothes me with a lick and it takes all my willpower not to come on the spot.
“I need a second,” I rasp out, leaning my weight on one arm and wrapping the other around her thigh. The movement pushes me even further inside her and I let out a whimper.
Maggie grins at me, her hands still framing my face. She kisses me slowly, tenderly, and it makes me weak in the knees. I feel like I might blurt out a love confession any second.
We’re good at sex—hell, we’ve been practicing it for years—but it’s feelings we struggle with.
It’s easier to push them down and smother them with the metaphorical pillow when we’re just fucking, but this feels like more.
It feels like she might let me be her world. It reminds me of our trip to Italy.
I start to move, drawing sweet moans from her lips and picking up the pace when I see her face contorting in pleasure, her eyes blinking rapidly as her second orgasm hits her.
I swirl my tongue against hers, driving my cock deep inside her with every thrust. My own orgasm builds and builds until I explode inside her with a cry against her lips.
Words bubble up inside me, but I keep them to myself, crushing her against my body, holding on tightly. Like I’ll never let her go.
But they won’t stop swirling around in my brain. I want you. I need you. I love you.
All I’ve ever wanted was to be hers.
All she’s ever wanted was the agreement.
And yet, this feels like so much more. But I know she won’t take it well if I tell her now, and I’m terrified she’ll bolt right out of my arms.
So I don’t say it. I never do.