He grabs his dick and rubs it against my swollen clit. “Tell me what you want.”
My body is so flooded with sensation that I can barely focus. “You. Inside me.”
“Look at me.” Watching my face, he sinks into me with deliberate slowness. I struggle to hold my eyes open as everything fades into the background, becoming secondary to the delicious stretch as his cock fills me.
He groans. “You feel so good, Maeve.”
“Kellin…” I scratch my nails down his back. “Kellin, please…”
The rest of the plea escapes me, but he understands anyway.
He cups my cheek. Our lips mash together, and I moan into his mouth.
All the daydreams, the actual dreams, the visions distracting me at every spare second…none of them could compare to this reality.
He thrusts slow, then fast, then slow again, plunging his cock so deep inside me I start to see those stars from the rooftop behind my eyes.
After we spent the last couple days edging each other, I thought he’d rush us through this, but he acts as if we have all the time in the world. He rains kisses over my cheek, down my neck. He nips the top of my breast, stoking my fire with every leisurely stroke.
Still not enough.
I writhe beneath him, and when that fails to garner the desired outcome, I dig my heels into his ass and bite his earlobe. “Harder.”
With a feral growl that rumbles through my entire soul, his control cracks. He grabs my hips roughly enough to leave bruises and unleashes himself, shaking the couch with the power of his thrusts. The pressure between my legs skyrockets.
While placing a sweet kiss on my temple, he reaches down and pinches my clit. That, combined with his throaty “Maeve” when I pull his hair, tumbles me over the edge.
I sob as the strongest orgasm of my life strikes. “Kellin!”
He purrs against my throat. “That’s it, darlin’. Scream my name while your pussy squeezes my cock.”
My thighs tremble from the intensity of the waves pulsing through me.
With a final burst of erratic pumps, he buries himself to the hilt and moans my name. He rides out his release while I recover from the aftershocks.
“Holy shit.” He collapses on top of me, panting, his muscles twitching against mine.
Spent, I revel in the warm weight of his body, raking my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair until his breathing slows. Our chests fall and rise together.
We lie tangled up in each other for…minutes. Hours. Days. I hardly know.
At some point, after our skin cools, we slowly separate.
Our eyes meet. We trade small, content smiles. He brushes his hand down my thigh, and my fingers coast over his chest.
We don’t discuss him staying all night, but when I stand to head into the bathroom, the gloriously naked Kellin waltzes into the kitchen like he owns the place.
We meet again under my new duvet, snuggled up like a real couple, sipping the herbal tea he scrounged from my cabinets.
As Kellin smooths my hair, I can’t help but wonder if he’s feeling everything I am.
Does an invisible magnet tug him toward me too?
Can he tell how my heart stumbles whenever his eyes soften or he touches me with tenderness? Does he wallow in my scent the way I do his?
Or for him, is this all just a fun fling during a business trip?
I ignore the band that squeezes my ribs.
