“Thank you, Stephen.” Maggie kissed him on the cheek, and Emily clapped.
“So much kissing!”
Then Maggie, Stephen, and Reggie took their turns kissing Emily on the cheek. Delighted, Emily kissed Frank, who woofed and yipped when Vader hissed then ran away, waiting for Frank to play chase. When he didn’t, she flopped on her back and pawed at the air.
Maggie grinned. “I love your kitten, Stephen.”
“She is cute.” He smiled. “Have fun you two. And Reggie, treat her well or I’ll destroy you financially. And that’s not an idle threat. Ciao.”
Maggie hustled her boyfriend away before his frown grew any darker. “He’s kidding.”I think.
They made it back to his house in record time. Inside, Maggie looked around, still feeling Amy’s presence, a miasma of guilt and shame and greed that coated everything. Reggie took her by the hand and led her down the hall to his room. “I swear, nothing happened between Amy and me. I loveyou, Maggie.”
“I believe you. But I still hate that she was here.”
“Which is why we have to work very hard to exorcise her from the house.” He wiggled his brows, and she laughed at herself.
“I’m jealous.”
“And I’m sorry, but I love that you are.” He stripped her naked and placed her on the bed.
“Why do I feel like an offering?” She watched him get naked, hungry for him since it had been several days.
He didn’t waste any time. Reggie moved her legs apart and dove in, his mouth whispering such sweet things while he sucked her into an explosive orgasm.
He turned on his back and pulled her over him.
But she had a tough time focusing, still lost in pleasure.
“Fuck. I’m so hard, Maggie.” He drew her down for a kiss, grinding up against her.
She shifted, and the head of his shaft slid inside her. They both paused, panting.
Reggie watched her, and she watched him as she sank down, taking him all the way inside her.
“Yeah, baby. Fuck.” Reggie gripped her hips, urging her to move.
And she did. Maggie rode him hard, up and down, feeling such fullness, she never wanted to stop.
Reggie’s moans and hands on her breast and hip urged her to move faster. He touched her so deeply, hitting that special place inside her that pushed her toward another climax. He soon had her slamming down on top of him, shouting her name as he came.
Which set her off, both of them moaning while they shared in the perfect union of their love.
When she’d finished, she slumped over him, her hand on his chest, the fingers of her bad hand gently exploring his warm skin. “I can’t wait until I have two good hands to touch you.”
“Hmm. Neither can I.” He drew her down for a lazy kiss that turned into a marathon kissing session.
Which lead to more sex and more positions, until, finally sated, she collapsed on top of him.
“I have a confession to make,” he said.
“Oh no. No more drama.”
“It’s harmless.”
“Tell me.” She looked down at him, so in love, especially when he smiled.
“I have been coming in you for a solid month. Each and every time, a part of me envisions a baby with your looks and my strength.”
