I just wish it were enough to eradicate the inexorable demons that plague me.
“Maddox,” she cries out, and the sound of my name on her lips is everything. “I’m going to—” she whimpers in desperate pleasure.
“Come,cher,” I command as I latch on to her pulsing bundle of nerves.
I drown in her sweet nectar as I continue my unyielding ministrations. I won’t stop until she’s a puddle of euphoria and satisfaction.
Or until she begs. Because as sweet as her moans of pleasure are, the sounds of her begging light a fire in me. An urge to be the master of her body and the owner of her pleasure.
And I do just that. With her juices flowing into my mouth and down my chin, knees weak and shaking, she pleads for my mercy.
In one swift move, I have her on her back. Her wild curls cling to her sweat-soaked face. The magnificent flush of her cheeks and haze in her eyes are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab the foil package, ripping it with my teeth. She watches me with hooded eyes asIroll on the latex. I drag my length through her over-sensitized folds, relishing the way she squirms beneath me, then slowly sheath myself in her tight, wet depths.
Her eyes flutter closed as I begin to move inside of her. Her walls grip my hard length, dragging me deeper with each stroke. Dragging me into her spirit and soul.
Her head falls back with pleasure as she meets me thrust for thrust. Tiny mewls of pleasure fall from her lips.
I grip her legs, wrapping them around me. “Keep them there,” I command. I place my arms on either side of her head as her arms wrap around my neck, bringing me closer. Angling my hips, I pull back slowly before thrusting back into her welcoming body with a hard, vicious stroke. I tip my pelvis upward, reaching the most sensitive spot in her depths, earning me a gasp of pleasure.
I repeat the motion over and over. Harder and faster with every thrust of my hips as she clings to my body for dear life. My spine begins to tingle. Electricity and fire flood my body. Her mouth falls open with silent screams of ecstasy, and her pussy strangles my cock, milking my release for every drop.
Our breaths come hard and heavy. Hearts pound in unison.
She looks up at me, her eyes glassy as I kiss her forehead. A single tear falls from the corner of her eye as she cups my face, gently caressing my cheek. I catch the stray tears with my finger, tasting the salt of her emotions.
Words aren’t spoken. They don’t need to be. What just happened between us was cosmic. Our hearts and spirits are intricately tied together.
And I begin to think maybe she’s right. The pain of the crash is worth the beauty of the fall.
Wrapped tightly in my arms,I stroke the soft skin of her hip as her fingers trace the ridges of my abs. A question burns on the tip of my tongue. One that has plagued me since I laid eyes on her.
“What happened with your husband?” I whisper into her hair. It’s not my business, but I cannot fathom how the hell anyone could just toss her away for another.
The day will come when I walk away too. When I break her heart into a million pieces. It will be for her own good. She doesn’t need my demons tearing her down. If I were stronger, I wouldn’t have let things go this far. I would’ve pined from a distance like I did with Zoey for so damn long.
But she is not Zoey. Resisting her is like resisting the need for oxygen. One day I won’t need to breathe. Until then, I have to have her.
“That’s a very long story,” she sighs sadly. I keep my muttered curse silent. I hate that I just reminded her of her heartbreak. I also hate that she ever felt it. Hate that anyone ever made her do anything but smile.
I open my mouth to tell her she doesn’t have to tell me when she begins to speak. “I was painfully shy when I was little, and it lingered throughout my early teen years. It didn’t help that my mom was overprotective to the point of helicopter parenting. She had me afraid of my own shadow at times. Afraid I’d get sick or hurt or in trouble. I cried once when I got sent to the principal’s office for passing a note. It wasn’t even mine. I was themiddleman, I guess, and I got caught because I didn’tknow how to be sneaky. When high school started, I changed. I was still quiet and timid, but I was more willing to try. Mom didn’t like it, but she conceded I was growing up. My senior year, I met Scott at a party I wasnotsupposed to be at.” She pauses for a minute. Her breath flutters across my skin as she releases a tiny chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” I ask with a grin.
“I just thought about how tame I was. Sneaking out to a college party seemed like a huge deal to me at the time, but looking back, I was so naïve. My friends were at those kinds of parties all the time, but I thought I was so badass.”
“That’s actually kind of adorable,” I laugh. “I was strung out and in rehab at seventeen,” I say in an attempt to make light of the situation.
“That’s not funny,” she whispers softly as she looks at me. “I hate that you went through that.”
“It was self-inflicted, darlin’. No one to blame but myself, so don’t feel bad for me.” She opens her mouth, another argument on the tip of her tongue that I quickly swipe away with my own. “Now, finish your story.”
She shakes her head with a sad smile, knowing I’m deflecting. “Fine. So at this party, I met this guy. He was older, a senior in college, and he seemed into me. We spent the night talking and making out. When I left, he asked for my number. Over the next couple of weeks, we talked on the phone and texted, just getting to know each other a bit. He finally asked me out, but the rules with my parents were they had to meet the guy first. I just knew they would say no. I mean I was seventeen and in high school He was twenty-two, nearly twenty-three, finishing his final semester of a five-year degree.”
“But they didn’t say no.”
“Nope. They wanted to. I could tell they did, but they said they wouldn’t stop me since I had enough respect for them to ask permission. Fast forward eight months later, the day after my graduation, I’m standing in the middle of his apartment with a positive pregnancy test in my hand.”
