Her hands rest on my shoulders as she situates herself fully in my lap, kissing me repeatedly with eagerness I return tenfold. My arms circle her body and pull her close until we’re torso to torso and there’s barely an inch of space between us. Words become a distant thought, sense evaporates, and I’m reduced down to that ball of needy heat that’s existed in my soul ever since I first laid eyes on her.
I’ve wanted her since the moment I met her, and the amount of pain she brought into my life didn’t dampen that. It just shoved it down into the dark depths of my soul where it sat waiting for this exact moment. When nothing else matters but the heat building inside me and the greedy desire to twist Maeve around my finger once more. I want to hear her gasp and whine and writhe on my throbbing cock, I want to tear every sound known to man from her gorgeous lips, I want her to sing my praises as I work her toward the end she craves and then sob when I deny her until she’s a trembling, whimpering mess.
And then I will give her what she wants with a smile and a kiss and she will utter her devotion in my ear.
Thatis what I want.
We’re halfway there. Sliding one hand into her thick hair, I keep her close and kiss her until she starts to struggle and pull away. It’s only for a breath and to remove her T-shirt, then she’s kissing me deeply and thrusting her tongue so deep in my mouth that it’s almost as if she’s trying to kill me with her passion.
I’d die willingly in her arms.
My hands roam her body from her waist up to the clasp of her bra which comes undone with a flick of my wrist. Further up, the graze from her bullet wound is no longer covered and I slide my thumb over the soft scar. She flinches away from my touch, a sign to either not touch there or not even acknowledge it along with the other faint shadows of bruises that remain on her face.
If I ever find that mugger, I’ll kill him.
The cups fall away from her breasts, so I break the kiss to bite a firm path down her throat to the hollow of her collarbone. She whimpers and jerks away from me after each indentation of my teeth, but I don’t stop and I keep my arms tight around her so she can’t escape.
She slides both her hands into my hair and pulls hard enough to drag my head back and away from her body. Our eyes meet and her pupils are so big I can barely make out the stormy blue within. A dull, pleasant ache flares through my scalp, and I slide one hand from her ribs to her throat and grip tight enough to briefly cut off her air supply. It’s a flex of my fingers but sufficient for one of her hands to release my hair and attach to my wrist. Forcing her head back with my grip, my other arm remains around her waist to hold her as I bow her back and she’s no longer strong enough to stop me from kissing where I desire.
I kiss under my wrist down to her full breasts, where she can no longer protect herself from my affection. Soft tissue caves under my teeth, her nipples bruise gently under my eager tongue and sucking lips, and her strained moans and gasps are music to my starved ears. I lavish attention over her left breast then across to her right until her chest is a patchwork of red marks and light bruises from where I’ve laid my claim on a body I’ve worshipped for years. Through it all, my fingers flex briefly at the sides of her neck just to remind her who exactly is in charge.
When I release her, Maeve’s head collapses forward and she pants against me, forehead to forehead, then kisses me so savagely that the taste of blood bursts between us. I’m fairly certain she bit right into my lip, but there’s no pain, only delight.
Then both her hands are between our bodies and she rises up onto her knees and fights with her jeans. Catching on quickly, I kiss her through the thick curtain of her hair when her head falls forward and wrestle my own jeans far enough down to ease my aching cock out of the confines of my boxers. I’ve always pridedmyself on being able to keep my composure, but not around Maeve. I need to be inside her, I need to feel her walls struggling to accommodate me and drink down her determined little gasps as she tries to take me deeper.
The kiss breaks, but as I move to kiss her throat, her palm suddenly collides with my cheek and we both freeze, eyes locked in a sweltering stare.
Is she telling me to stop?
No, it wasn’t hard enough for that.
She’s asking me to wait. So I do. I hold myself still, panting as lust burns through me like flames over tinder, until she’s wiggled herself out of her jeans completely. She grasps the hem of her panties but before she can remove them, I capture both her hands and force them behind her back. Both wrists end up in the firm grip of my bandaged fist at the small of her back. She fights it briefly until I slide my other hand between her legs and stroke her soaked pussy with my knuckles. The heat radiating from her slit is unbelievable and my bare cock twitches with an aching need.
“It’s been a long time,” I manage huskily. “I won’t be gentle.”
“I didn’t ask you to be,” Maeve gasps. She tosses her head to send her hair cascading back over her shoulder and as she does, I jerk her panties to the side and line my cock up with her entrance. Every fiber of my being screams at me to be inside her, but I hold off until she’s looking down at me once more.
Our gazes lock and I slowly lick my aching lower lip while sliding my hand to her waist. Her thighs tremble on either side of my lap like she’s about to shake apart if she doesn’t get what she needs, which entices me to wait longer. Flexing my hips upward, my cock nudges at her entrance with just enough pressure to tease and the most delicious, needy whine escapes her.
Her lips part, but whatever insult or retort is rising inside her never sees the light of day as I tighten my grip on her hips and pull her down hard onto my cock. My jolt of a movement does half the work and her sinking into my lap allows her body weight to do the rest.
Maeve’s head falls back and her lips part in a loud cry as my cock sinks six inches inside her, punching all the air out of her lungs. Her wrists flex in my grip and her arms jerk, but I maintain my hold on her, keeping her pinned as she takes in every single thick inch of me just as well as she used to.
And yet, for some strange reason, the familiarity of her pussy wrapping around my cock and the breathless, sweet pants from her throat make my heart hurt. It’s an odd sensation that I push away the moment she straightens up and looks at me, panting heavily.
“Fuck,” she gasps haggardly. “That all you got?”
I fuck her like my life depends on it. There’s nothing holding me back when she gives me permission like that, so I lose myself in the silken heat of her body. My thrusts are rapid and hard with my feet planted firmly on the ground and my grip on her wrists just enough to pull her down on every single one of my thrusts. Her head tosses wildly, her breasts bounce in my face when I’m not lavishing them in kisses and bites, and her core clenches rhythmically around me with every roll of her hips. She rides me in time to my thrusts, and all thought is lost on the music we create with the slick slap of our bodies and the gasping moans and curses that pass back and forth between us.
My hand on her waist slides up her sweat-slicked torso to her throat, and I grasp her there lightly enough to hold but not choke. With a new anchor point, I’m able to pull her arms back further and deepen the arch in her spine as I fuck into her with all the strength I can muster. She bows away from me, bouncing and whimpering on my cock like she was made for exactly this.
I fuck her until my lower back aches, and she’s trembling so violently that I fear she’ll shake apart. Then she pushes back against my hand around her throat and I let her up, bringing her against me and finally releasing her wrists in favor of cuddling her against my bare chest. She kisses me messily and some sort of plea falls from her desperate lips.
I thrust up once again, sheathing myself as deep as I can inside her, and Maeve comes with a scream that drags me right back to the first time I fucked her on that yacht. The nostalgic pull, coupled with the utter eroticism of her scrabbling for a grip of my shoulders, topples me over the edge and I join her in orgasm.
We end up boneless with Maeve sagging against me, panting harshly. For the first time in five years, I feel alive again.
Like the piece of my soul I was missing has thankfully been returned.
