50. Coming To An Agreement
Chapter fifty
Coming To An Agreement
Drake
I hang off the side of the bed in a state of complete bliss. I can’t move a single muscle in my body, and I feel completely empty inside. To surrender myself to Maria like this, to grant her every desire she’s only dreamed of, brings a smile to my face. Because she deserves it.
I’m not sure if I’ve dozed off or not, but the next thing I remember is the bathroom door swinging open and opening my eyes. Stan’s curled up in the fetal position, lightly snoring, and Ed’s on his stomach with a pillow over his head.
“Oh! I thought you were asleep,” Maria whispers. She tip-toes over to the bed and squats down so that she can kiss me. It’s soft and tender but still leaves me wanting, even after everything. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have enough of her.
“How could I sleep with that sexy body of yours around?” I caress her cheek and pull her in again for another kiss.
“World’s strange, isn’t it?”
“Hmm? How so?” She takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to my head.
“The first way we met a few months ago, in that room... our bodies were yearning for each other, to heal the parts we believed were broken. Look at us now.”
“We weren’t broken, Drake. We were just hurting.” Her fingers dance along my scalp, causing a tingling sensation to run down the back of my neck.
“And now we’re not. Now, we trust each other. With every fiber of our being.” I roll onto my side and rest my head in her lap. “At least, I hope you trust me enough.”
“You know, we’ve been through a lot, you and me. A lot of it rough and painful. But maybe it’s exactly what both of us needed to help our wounds heal. I’m glad we could be that for each other.” She dances her fingers down my arm and gooseflesh rises in their wake.
Looking up at her, I can see so much hope and love in her eyes. No matter what’s happened, she’s always going to be the one who showed me the light, to show me that there are always other ways, ones that might be more difficult to pursue but will still come through in the end.
That thought alone warms my heart, and I drag her down by the neck to kiss her again.
Our lips meet with a searing intensity, a fusion of longing and desperate need that I’ve been yearning for a long time.
Outside of the sex, I’ve wanted the chance to be alone with her again, to have a do-over of the first time we met. So that I can do it right this time.
Maria’s fingers softly trail down the middle of my chest and settle on my stomach, her touch cool and calming.
The kiss breaks for just a second before we find each other again, even more intense than the first. The heat slowly builds within me.
Her lips part, inviting me in, the kiss quickly turning into a dance of tongues and hot breath. Every part of me craves more of her.
I will always be hungry for her.
“I want to erase it,” I whisper as I right myself and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her into the adjoining room, where a large wooden desk sits against the wall.
“I don’t understand...”
“I want to erase it. The first time we met.” I seat her on the edge of the desk, and I stand between her thighs, mirroring the first time our bodies were like this. Recognition washes over her face, and her cheeks flush dark in the dim lighting.
“We’re already naked,” she teases. “I don’t have anything for you to take off.”
“Let’s say we skipped that part.” I pull her a little closer until her mound is flush against mine.
“Can we also skip the part about the janitor?”
I bark a laugh; I’d almost forgotten about that.
“Depends.” I jab a thumb over my shoulder. “We could ask one of the guys to pretend to be him. Maybe...” I growl against her neck, eliciting a childish giggle out of her. “Maybe you secretly wanted him to join us.”
“Ew, no, he was like seventy, Drake.”
“Last I heard, you have a thing for older men,” I jest with a teasing bite to her neck.
“Not that old.” She wraps her legs around my waist, her thighs resting comfortably on my hips. “Plus he smelled like cigarette smoke.”
“I’ll make a note of it: Maria Bailey hates smoking.”
“Well, except for smoking hot men.”
I gasp when she reaches down and teases the head of my cock. As exhausted as I feel, my body will always make time for her.
The intensity of her gaze makes me shiver as she strokes my length. In my mind’s eye, I put us back in that room to finish playing out this fantasy, to finish what we started so many months ago.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, my voice trembling with longing.
I grow in her touch, my erection already hard and yearning for her once more. Maria slides forward and lightly grinds herself against me, working her entrance up and down my shaft to ignore our pleasures.
Everything around me fades into the background as my focus is entirely on her. I have her exactly where I want her, where I’ve been wanting her for months, and now it’s finally happening.
All it takes is a slight tilt of her hips for me to enter her desire, the air suddenly electric and stinging against my skin. She sighs when I reach her apex, wiggling her hips to make sure that we’re fully connected.
“I need you.”
Her words race in my chest, and my entire body shivers with anticipation.
Where I thought myself spent, she’s managed to reignite me with three simple words.
She gasps in pleasure as I press my body into hers.
Unlike before, I’m eager to take my time, to make this last as long as possible so that I can commit every single second of this to memory.
I have a lot of lost time to make up for.
We grind our hips slowly against each other, relishing every spark that courses through our bodies.
I bury myself deep within her, our bodies locked together in ways I never thought possible.
It’s a slow and meaningful rutting without any goal of a desired end.
We’re here to simply be. We lose ourselves to time and bliss; we are the only thing that matters to each other right now.
A hitch in her breath, however, signals that this cannot continue forever. I bite my lip in sorrow as I feel her clamp down around me, eager to milk me dry. Each convulsion tightens down on my length and sends a shiver up my spine.
“I want you.” My hips soon pick up the pace, the spot between my brows dulling as we race each other to the finish line. Our bodies are slick with sweat as the last thrust sends us spilling over the end, our breaths caught in our throats in unison.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop...”
I continue to lose myself within her as I obey her command, my hips working deeper into her as the fluid in her loins binds us together. I shudder when the last of my ejaculate spills forth within her, my shaft already growing soft within her.
Maria presses a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth as she continues to pant for air.
“I think I like this side of you better.”
“Side...?”
“This softer side. As much as I like when you fuck me hard, I came harder like this.”
“Hmm.” I kiss her forehead and scoop her up once more to carry her to the bathroom, careful not to slip out of her. She obliges the gesture by wrapping her legs around my waist.
“This can be our secret. Don’t you dare tell anyone.”
Maria smiles and draws an X over her mouth.