He groans, squeezes me, and pushes me down. I’m lying on my back, and he’s on top of me in an instant. Burying his face into my neck, he whispers breathlessly.
“I love you.”
Then he’s overtaken by desire. His hands, mouth, and body are all over me, and urgency rushes through me, too, as I wrap my legs around him, begging him to go as deep as he can.
He moans in pleasure as he pushes into me. “Oh yes—you feel too good.”
I encourage him as he moves.
“You’re made for me Maddie—you’re mine. Mine.” I reach out with both hands and caress his face. He turns his head and kisses my hand.
Scott’s gentle. A generous and a greedy lover, moving from one place on my body to another like there’s not enough of me.
He pulls me up and takes me from behind, as he runs the palms of his hands down my back and grasps my hips. Caressing my skin slowly so he can tease me and I can feel how much hewants to please me. His breaths are rapid and choppy. He’s at the edge of his control.
“So tight…” He leans in and I feel drops of his sweat hit my back. I yelp when he reaches a spot that sends sparks shooting up my spine. I can’t control my whimpers anymore.
“That’s it… let me hear you, baby.”
He slows a moment and fondles my breasts and kisses my back before returning to his thrusts, still maddeningly slow.
“I need all of you,” I pant, clutching the sheet.
He shouts a curse.Breathless now, he loses his grip on my hips and tries not to fall over as he continues to move, clasping my waist. He lets out another loud string of curses.
His filthy words send more pleasure through my core. I look over my shoulder. His eyes lock on mine. I gently touch his thigh. Catching his breath, he holds himself as he rolls me over. I put my arms around his neck, holding onto his shoulders as he pushes into me again. He kisses me fiercely, gazing into my eyes a moment longer before closing histightly.
“Maddie—” He rolls his hips once more, his legs trembling, and releases a long groan, his face softening into bliss.
Drained, he collapses beside me, pulling me into an embrace against his chest, still kissing me as he catches his breath.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.
Then we’re silent. Overwhelmed in a good way.
Only a few minutes pass before his soft breathing and murmurs break the silence. He’s dreaming. I smile. My fingers trace lazy patterns across his chest while I take him in. He looks so different in sleep—younger and at peace.
I love you too, Scott.
I listen to his heart’s steady beat and close my eyes, letting myself sink into sleep with him.
The ceiling fan spins above us, cooling our bodies after our latest round. Scott’s insatiable. A contrast to the constraint he’s shown for months. The afternoon sun streams through the windows. I giggle.
“What?” he laughs. “Should I be worried?” His face is dreamy. We’re both crazy drunk with exhaustion.
“Just thinking,” I whisper. “About how happy I am right now.” He starts to open his mouth. The phone on his nightstand buzzes again.
“Can’t a man get some rest?” He grumbles and picks it up, streaming through the missed messages. He shakes his head. “Well… I know who we heard drive up earlier.”
“Who?” I ask.
“I think we’ve scandalized Margaret.” We both glance up at the open window and laugh.
He calls his team to let them know they have a few days off.
We lay in bed chatting for a little while, sharing funny stories and even some of the boring things about our lives. Comfortable, my eyes grow heavy. I start to drift off. Scott shifts, pulling me closer, his voice rough with sleep.
“Don’t get shy on me now.”
