27. Feeling Too Much
Chapter twenty-seven
Feeling Too Much
Paul
It took great effort to push out of that compact car Maggie rented.
That thing was so small that it took all of my muscles bunching to get me out of it, especially when I was so worked up over Maggie.
Glancing around us, the street was quiet.
Glad no one was snooping, I grabbed the blanket and focused on watching Maggie straighten that sweet little skirt and stagger to the door.
Inside, I tossed the food on the table, locking the door before raking my eyes over her. “You weren’t planning on food yet, were you?”
Maggie shook her head as we came together in an all-consuming kiss. It wasn’t until she lifted my T-shirt between us that I tore my lips from hers.
As I yanked off my shirt, her eyes smoldered.
“You’re what I want.”
The teasing in the car had both of us on edge until we came together in a feverish collision.
Something about the way she was incensed over me had my control slipping, too.
As if she couldn’t live without me. I was drunk on that feeling, so intoxicated by her that I hardly noticed that our clothes vanished until they were gone.
Walking her backward, I steered her to the bed.
Scooping her up so I could continue devouring her lips, I set her on the bed, following close behind with my lips trailing a path down between the valley of her breasts, down her belly, and hovered above her pelvis.
“Paul?” she asked, leaning up to touch my jaw. “Are you sure?”
“Today, I feast and make us both very happy,” I promised, wetting one finger in her arousal before stimulating her clit.
With my other hand, I encouraged her to widen her thighs to give me room to pleasure her.
Then, I licked and kissed up her thigh, teasing her as I worked her up, until I reached her sweet, molten center.
Removing my finger and wanting every last drop of her, I licked it thoroughly before lowering my face to the lower lips of her sex. With the tip of my tongue, I took my time, getting her used to the sensation. My cock leapt with excitement, but I was determined to focus on her.
Maggie whimpered, still trying to get me closer, so I stopped hesitating and speared her with my tongue.
“Gah,” she exhaled, sitting up enough to hold my head to her.
My tongue circled her clit, simulating what my finger was doing, then sucked until she lifted her hips and pushed against my face, telling me that I must have been doing it right.
After a while, I slid a finger into her, pushing back into her, deeper, making her muscles spasm so hard that she made a noise I’d never heard from her.
My core tightened at the way she pulled a pillow over her head to muffle her cries as she writhed under my touch.
It took a certain sort of confidence to not truly know what I was doing but pretend like I did.
I’d just learned about this recently, knowing how amazing she tasted and wanting to give her more pleasure.
So far, Maggie liked everything I’d tried, but I wasn’t stopping now.
I’d learn more, anything, to make her feel good.
I was committed to bringing her pleasure for as long as she would allow me.
When she pulled the pillow aside, I glanced up to find out if she wanted me to continue or transition into something else.
“Please, Paul. I need you,” she said through erratic pants as she leaned up, tugging at my arms.
So, I went over to my jeans, pulled a condom from my wallet, and rolled one down my shaft. There was never a time that thinking about Maggie didn’t cause an erection. But watching her eye my cock appreciatively made my chest puff with pride.
When I came back to the bed, crawling up her body, she eyed it more nervously.
“I swear you’re bigger than yesterday,” she muttered. “Sure you’ll fit?”
Trying a different position, I kept my knees between hers. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise, Just keep talking to me.”
To get her out of a worried frame of mind, I covered her mouth with an overpowering kiss. She responded by twining her fingers through my hair, grasping and tugging me closer as she lifted her knees up by my sides.
My cock pulsed, incensed by the eagerness she showed when we were together. With one hand, I guided my tip just inside her lower lips before releasing it to brace my body above her. The last thing I wanted to do was crush or hurt her.
With a gentle thrust, I tried to enter her. She must have been swollen from yesterday, as I was met with some resistance. So, I went slow, checking on her as I rocked toward her slowly.
“Paul, I want you inside of me, please,” she begged, wiggling under me to try to help. “Come closer.”
Catching her eyes, I talked her through it. “Relax, Mags, so you can let me in.” With one hand, I rolled her nipple as I continued the shallow thrusts. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
Between the sound of my voice encouraging her, even using some of the dirty talk I learned this morning, and the way our thrusts toward each other grew more eager, she finally relaxed enough for me to slide in a little at a time.
And then, I was finally home.
I paused above her, forcing my hips to still, partially to give myself a second to get under control but also to check on Maggie.
“You okay?” I choked.
Maggie’s eyes darted to mine. “Oh, Paul. You feel so good.”
I paused, muttering a curse at how incredible she looked, her cheeks rosy with her passion, before I slanted my lips over hers. Letting her get used to me without thrusting too hard I hoped would help her.
The more carried away we got, the more I tried some deeper thrusts.
Our bodies came together, slicked with sweat as I poured everything into giving her what she needed.
It took some time for her to experience her first climax, so I kept talking to her, saying things that she liked hearing until she her breathing grew erratic.
When she thrust back into me over and over, finally that strangled cry came from her throat.
I held out, not ready to finish yet, but continuing small, slow thrusts as she recovered. In her lusty haze, she opened her eyes, staring at me while reaching up to rolling her nipple. My core tightened, my cock pulsed inside of her, making her smirk.
“That all you got?” she teased.
Ready to show her how much more I had, I dove in, kissing her hard as my thrusts picked up in speed. By the time I pulled back, her arms were above her head, putting her naked body on display for me.
My heart lurched, then kicked into high gear.
I pulled almost all the way out, then plunged back into her harder this time, watching how she felt about it.
“Oh, Paul,” she moaned. “More.”
When I did it again, Maggie’s lips parted as her breath came faster.
It made me remember a position I really wanted to try with her.
“Hold the headboard,” I instructed.
Reaching behind her, she curled her fingers around the wrought-iron bars of the headboard.
I sat back, still rocking into her lightly as I took in the sight of her.
Damn, she looked gorgeous with my cock sliding into her.
My core clenched as I watched us connect again and again. This was how it was always meant to be.
The next part was going to take patience to fully enjoy. I started with some shallow thrusts until I had her half out of her mind. Eventually, I couldn’t stay away, leaning forward to hold onto the headboard, too, so I could get deeper while I stayed at a slow pace.
My hips pounded her on every thrust, making her breasts bounce in front of me.
“Deeper,” she said in a desperate moan. “Paul, please.”
Pulling her legs up over my shoulders, I leaned down slowly, pushing slowly into her as far as I could.
Her hips pressed up against me until I’d filled her and then some, for she let out a strangled cry.
“Faster, Paul. More.”
The way she begged me made me feel feral.
“Look at me,” I demanded, reaching up to use the headboard as leverage.
Her eyes popped open, locking onto mine as I started a rhythm. Her hips jutted in tempo with mine, slowly increasing when I felt myself losing control. Her face contorted in pleasure as her inner muscles squeezed me, telling me that her climax was right there.
“Don’t stop,” she muttered over and over until with a strangled cry, she fell over the cliff. Only two pumps later, and I shattered, too.
My body trembled with the sheer weight of emotion I felt coming together like this with her. Maggie was my everything. Since I never seemed to have the words to express how much she meant to me, I was intent to show her in every other way I could.