Instead of answering, I shifted my weight, allowing myself to sink onto his waiting cock a few inches.
Maddox’s head dropped forward to the wall over my shoulder, and he slammed home so hard that I cried out at the stretch. He filled me so perfectly, even if it was a shock every time.
“You feel how well we fit together?” he grunted in my ear as he brought his hips back only to surge forward again, sparking pleasure down my spine. “It’s like you were made for me. Only me.”
“Yes!” I cried, because I believed it to be true. No one could ever own my body like he did.
“Fuck. I’m close already. Your tight little pussy is squeezing me so hard, love.”
Tingles spread out from my core, my own orgasm looming. “I’m right there. Make me come, Maddox. Please.”
His hands held my hips steady as he pounded into me hard, bending his knees to shift the angle just right until I screamed, stars bursting behind my eyes. I went limp in his arms, but he kept thrusting, using my body for his pleasure until he roared his release.
Even boneless and sated, I let out a tiny giggle.
Breathing heavily beside my ear, Maddox forced out between pants, “If you’re laughing after that, I’m not doing it right.”
I buried my face into his silky wet hair, stifling another round of giggles. “Sorry. Just thinking the shower wasn’t loud enough to drown that out.”
Maddox huffed out a breathless laugh. “I’m sure they were young once. At least they know their daughter is sexually satisfied.”
“Not sure that’s high on the list of wants parents have for their children. Usually, it’s the basics, like stability and security.”
He pulled back enough to pin me with his sparkling green gaze. “So call it extra credit.”
“You’re ridiculous, but I still love you.” I brushed a soft kiss across his lips.
The humor lining his face melted away to be replaced with an expression of pure affection. “God, I love you so much, Bristol. I’ve never felt like this in my entire life.”
“You must be feeling something to face shark week head-on. Literally,” I teased, still in shock that he hadn’t batted a single eyelash when I’d told him, instead becoming even more insistent that we be intimate.
“Real men aren’t afraid of a little blood. But speaking of, let’s get you all cleaned up before I tuck you back into bed.” He shifted enough that his softening dick slid from my body before setting me down on wobbly legs.
Maddox wasn’t a “wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” kind of lover. He carefully washed every inch of my body, then held me close under the warm spray until it cooled enough to chill, and we got out.
He was, without a doubt, my comfort, my safe place.
And to think I’d almost closed the door on any chance we might’ve had.
“Did I hear the shower running last night?” my mom asked from beside me where we were cooking up Christmas breakfast.
I felt my cheeks heat and busied myself chopping potatoes for the home fries I planned to fry up. “Hmm. I didn’t hear anything.”
Mom gave me a gentle nudge with her elbow. “Your hair would suggest otherwise, sweetheart. Haven’t seen you with that ‘slept on wet hair’ look in ages.”
“Oh, right.” I tried to cover my tracks. “Yeah, that was me. My back was stiff from the plane and I couldn’t sleep, so I stood under the hot water for a while.”
Chop, chop, chop. Act cool, Bristol.
“Ah, that makes more sense,” Mom mused. “I thought I heard some groaning too.”
I choked on my own spit, coughing uncontrollably.
“Oh, goodness!” Mom exclaimed, patting me on the back.
I stepped away, muttering, “I’m fine,” on my way to the sink for a glass of water.
The cool liquid soothed my scratchy throat, and just as I was relaxing, my mother mused, “Oh, to be young again. I wouldn’t mind having a big, strong man like that blow my back out.”
