He goes to his knees behind me. “So goddamn beautiful,” he says and slides one thick finger into me. I let loose a loud moan, uncaring if anyone hears. If this is going to be our last time together, I’m going to enjoy the hell right out of it.
“You’re so wet, Maize. Have you been thinking about fucking me?”
“Yes.” I murmur into the bedding, and wiggle my ass, wanting him inside me.
“I’m back early. Were you going to lay on this bed and put your fingers inside yourself.”
I groan, loving the way he talks to me. I squeeze my legs together, and his growl of approval burns through my blood.
“So hot and tight for me.” He slides another finger inside for a snug fit, and I move, rubbing my clit against his bedding. My brain cells stop firing as white-hot pleasure grips my entire body.
“Fuck, Maize,” he growls, as small spasms start in my core and clamp around his finger. The sound of his zipper releasing fills the room and I moan.
“Yes,” I cry out. “Put your cock in me, Christian.”
He goes still for a second, clearly surprised by my demands and while I’m not usually so vocal, I really just don’t care. Like I said if this is our last time, I’m leaving here with a bang—literally and figuratively.
“You need my cock, Maize…”
“Yes. I need it. I need you to fill me. I need you to fuck me.”
He falls over me, presses kisses to my back. “You don’t even have your pants all the way off yet.”
“I don’t care. Just put your cock in me,” I cry as my spasms grow stronger. I have never in my life had such a full-body experience before. Foil crinkles and the next thing I know, he’s driving into me so hard and deep it pushes me into the mattress and pulls all the air from my lungs.
“Ohmigod,” I cry out and gasp as he rocks into me, hitting my cervix and every other pleasure zone in my body. I grasp the bedding, claw at it, as the world closes in on me.
“This what you need, sweetness?”
“It’s what I need,” I manage to say past a dry throat. I gasp, cry, buck back against him as he pulls almost all the way out. “More.”
He grips my hips, his fingers biting into my flesh as he rams into me, hard blunt strokes that steal my last working brain cell. My body burns, aches, as he pounds, bringing on an orgasm that renders me senseless. He groans as I come around his thick, pistoning cock, and I love it. I love what he’s doing to me, what I’m doing to him. I love the honesty in this, the raw, primal way we’re fucking. Both of us are a hot mess as we give and take with unfettered need.
I soak his cock, and I quiver as my juices drip down my thighs. He changes the pace and rhythm, driving home as he chases his own release. I move with him, meet and welcome each hard thrust, as I encourage him to just take…take everything he needs from me, the same way I took from him.
His breathing grows harsh, each breath a hot blow against my back, and I close my eyes against the sensation. Stupid tears press against the back of my lids and I try to blink them away. I don’t want my heart to hurt right now. I just want to enjoy the physical aspects of this, but dammit, I’ve been keeping my emotions at bay so long now, and the way he’s taking me right now, it just feels more…more than just fucking.
It’s not, Maize. Don’t go confusing love and sex.
I swallow and push back all the girly feelings as he goes still high inside me, and a second later, his cock throbs. “I feel you,” I murmur.
“So good, Maize,” he whispers, as he comes and comes and comes some more, and I worry he’s going to overfill the condom, and it’s going to burst. He falls over me, his cock still buried deep, his mouth warm and wet on my back. As he presses me to the bed, I sink into the mattress, warm, sated, unable to move a single muscle. We stay like that for a long time, and when he finally pulls out, I miss the connection.
He disposes of the condom, and I stay exactly as I am as he disappears into the bathroom, coming back with a warm cloth for me. I get rid of my clothes and my heart misses a few beats as he cleans me, and a few minutes later, I find myself positioned in the middle of the bed, Christian beside me, running his big, warm fingers up and down my arm. I’ve been studying so hard, and staying up so late, that with his body wrapped around mine, sleep pulls at me, but I force my eyes open, and turn to find Christian watching me, his eyes narrowed, deep in thought.
“Hey,” I say and put my hand on his cheek.
“Why were you leaving?” he asks, his voice serious, his eyes dark and intense.
“I can’t stay here forever,” I explain, my heart crashing hard against my ribs, I fear one could break. “My ankle is better, and I figured we didn’t need this arrangement anymore. I can still help you with things if you want, as payment until I can actually pay you, but I don’t have to be living here, right?”
Please tell me I’m wrong.
After a long moment, he nods in agreement. “I guess you’re right,” he says with a frown, and rolls to the side to look at the ceiling, and I can’t help but wonder what is going through his brain. “But it will have to wait until we’re back from Aspen.”
“What do you mean…we?”
17
Christian
It’s Saturday, and night has fallen over the mountain town as I pull the rental car up
