Before long, my legs were wrapped around him, and he had slid an arm under the small of my back so he could hold me, tilt my body so he could get just the right angle. And it was definitely the right one, because I started moaning whenever he thrust inside me, the head of his cock pressing a place that set me shuddering and made my legs stiffen and my back arch with a shot of bliss. His lips fastened on my nipple, sucking, and then moved to my neck. His thrusts grew uneven, heavier and more staccato. I loved it because it meant he was losing his grip on that iron control, he was going hard, doing just what felt good to him, and I craved that, craved the chance to give him the kind of fiery pleasure he’d given me.
His broad shoulders, his muscular body covered me, his weight resting on one arm as if he were doing the world’s sexiest push-ups. I rolled my hips in rhythm with his, felt the twist of his cock inside me as I moved. I loved seeing the shock on his face, the reaction to my own desire. “Yes,” I told him. “More.”
Max turned us, so fast I wasn’t sure what had happened. I was straddling his lap, speared by his cock, and he had one arm banded around the small of my back, one hand on my thigh, spreading my legs farther apart. Before I could worry about what I was supposed to do on top of him, he started working me up and down the length of his cock, lifting my hips, sliding a hand up the inside of my thigh to play with my sensitive outer folds, thumbing my clit even as he pumped into me with a firm, decisive stroke. My arms were around his neck and it was so intimate, to be face to face with him, in his lap, his fingers on my sex and his big cock moving inside me. In no time, I was panting, whimpering.
“That’s it, baby, take it,” he crooned to me, and nipped at my bottom lip as I rode him. Our tongues meshed and our bodies merged, a heady, dizzying spiral of sweat and clinging and strength and vulnerability. I could give him this, an intense, raw coupling in the middle of the night, as quiet as we could be because we weren’t alone in the house, I jerked my hips forward and tried to wipe off my grin, but he surged up into me with shout as he came. That shout and the sensation of his hot, liquid cum pouring into me made me quiver and clench like a fist around his cock. He thumbed my clit frantically, and I came and came until I was breathless. Then I sobbed a little. Because I’d never felt so complete or so happy.
Max held me, and I turned over on my side, curled up a little because I felt so exposed. He had to know I was in love with him after all that, and especially after I started crying. There wasn’t going to be any convincing him that I always cry at weddings, movies and sex. I couldn’t act like this was normal, and he’d get relationship panic in the next ten seconds, thinking I expected something from him. When I knew better than to ask for more than this night. Even if I deserved more, deserved the horse and carriage, the rings and doves and declarations of devotion. I’d chosen this knowing it was all he was capable of giving me. So I’d hold every sweet moment of it close to my heart and try not to worry about goodbyes until I had to.
He curled up behind me and tucked me back into his chest, surrounding me with his body and his arms. He kissed my cheek and my hair. He let me snuggle up with him and drift off to sleep in perfect bliss. Wishing it could last forever.
16
Max
I shook myself awake, startled. The windows were dark. It was late at night. I felt and heard her before memory came flooding back in. Rachel was in bed with me, asleep. She’d been in my arms until I sat up, scrubbed my hands over my face. What the hell had I been thinking?
We’d had such a sweet, deep moment putting Sadie to bed together, like a family. It had made all my feelings just come to the surface and I couldn’t deny them, couldn’t deny who and what I wanted. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, and I definitely hadn’t meant for us to fall asleep. No matter how much I knew this was a mistake, I liked seeing her beside me, her hair spread out across the pillow, her skin pale in the moonlight. I trailed my hand up her bare arm, memorizing the softness of her skin. I kissed her shoulder and then woke her gently.
“Rachel,” I whispered. She stirred but didn’t wake. I leaned in closer, kissed her neck, said her name again. She gave a sleepy smile, stretched catlike and turned into my arms. I stroked her cheek and kissed her softly. “I’m sorry to wake you up. It’s late and, really, I don’t want to confuse Sadie, and I’m not sure how to explain this to her.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll go. I don’t want her to see me here either. I’m sorry I fell asleep,” she said.
“No, I fell asleep too. I guess I was worn out,” I gave a crooked grin and then suppressed it. “Last night was incredible, and I like
