“I’m making you come, my sweet Maddy,” he whispered against her skin. “Don’t worry, you can let go. I promise you, this isn’t over.”
He tightened his movements even further until he felt her clench hard around him, temporarily blinding him with a sharp sting of pleasure. He managed to keep it together only because he was so focused on her. On the way her body undulated underneath him, chasing her own pleasure. On the way a deep, throaty sound tore out of her lips as she rode her climax.
He was starving for her. She was closer than she could ever be and yet he was starving for her.
She blinked her eyes open, finding his gaze immediately, and all he could do was watch her as she lifted herself, first on her elbows and then twisting completely, until he found himself on his back with her straddling him, his cock deep inside her.
Nate both loved and feared the look in her eyes. It was a look that promised him great reward as well as great retribution.
She started moving on his cock and it was all he could do not to come on the spot. Her core was still giving tiny pulses from her earlier orgasm and he felt each and every one of them.
Maddy lowered herself until she was hovering above his lips, just out of reach, making him strain to reach her hot mouth.
Jesus Christ. She was sucking on his tongue while riding his cock and there was nothing else he could do but meet her downward movements with upward thrusts of his own.
“You are so good for me, Maddy. Look at you, taking me so good, so perfect.”
Her only reply was to tighten around him so hard it almost made him lose consciousness. He couldn’t stop his thrusts from speeding up. He was a slave to her body, mindless, doomed to chase her perfect heat, over and over again, until he was ruined.
His hands gripped her thighs and he wanted to get lost in her flesh. She rose up again, letting her head hang backwards, her body on full display for him, and his hands were powerless not to map her whole, from throat to pussy. Her movements stuttered, telling him she was close again, and he was thankful as fuck, because there was no way he could hold back this time.
He trailed the tips of his fingers towards her clit, using her wetness to rub her in tight circles until she shattered, hoarsely screaming his name.
He blindly clasped her hips once more, thrusting once, twice, before the world collapsed around him with only her name on his lips.
“Maddy, Maddy, Maddy.”
His orgasm hit him so hard his vision whited out for a moment, while he continued to move softly inside her, never wanting to let her go.
She seemed to sag against him, and he caught her body in his arms just in time, hugging her to him and turning them on their sides while he slipped out of her. He was already mourning the loss of her.
He made quick work of the condom and was back at her side, lifting her slightly so she was spread almost entirely on top of him. Only then was he able to relax. With her soft breath on his collarbone, her heart beating against his, the heat of her core against his thigh.
There she was again. “My girl.”
She felt her smile against his skin.
“Is that what I am? Your girl?” she muttered, clearly remembering the last time they’d had the same conversation.
He tilted her chin so he could look at her.
“Damn right. You’re mine.” And that was all he said in that moment, when what he really meant was,You’ve ruined me in ways I didn’t know was possible.
Her stomach chose that particular instant to growl at them, making them both chuckle.
“I believe you promised me some pasta.”
“And you would be absolutely right.”
***
A half hour later, they were in the kitchen.
Maddy was sitting on the counter, in the same spot as earlier. Except now, she was only wearing his shirt, her thighs and bare legs on display. She was lightly swinging her feet while humming a song as she watched him preparing the sauce. Nate was doing everything he could not to turn around and drink in the way she looked—soft, relaxed, smiling in nothing but his shirt that would now smell like her.
He gripped the spatula extra hard.
“You know it’s dangerous to cook without a shirt on. Something could spatter.”
