It may have been simple and straightforward sex, but sometimes you don't need all the bells and whistles to have mind changing sex.
“You feel amazing. This feels amazing. You’re perfect, Maggie.”
We’re silent for a few more seconds until my mind starts its spiral of self-loathing and doubt again.
She's too good for you.
You'll break her heart.
She'll break your heart.
“Do you regret it?” I ask the words cautiously, worried what it’ll mean if she says yes.
She rolls towards me, her hands pressing on my chest and threading through the short hairs on my pecs. “I would never.”
Chapter 22 – Clay
I wake with a jolt, sitting up in bed and glancing at the glowing numbers on the digital clock perched on my bedside table.?
Three a.m.
My heart’s racing, and the remnants of a dream I was having still cling to my mind—a messy blend of my mom’s last, agonizing days during her battle with cancer and flashes of the recent fight I participated in. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and an ache in my still tender ribs.
I glance over at Maggie, still peacefully asleep beside me, her body curled softly beneath the sheets. The stillness of the night presses in around us, the distant hum of the summer cicadas drifting through the open window. The only light in the room is the silver moonlight, casting soft shadows over her gentle face. Every angle and curve somehow culminate into the most beautiful human I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“You okay?” Maggie’s voice breaks the silence as she stirs awake. Her hand slides around my waist as she draws closer and sits up. Her eyes are searching for mine now full of concern. The sheets have fallen away, revealing her bare skin bathed in moonlight, glowing softly.
My pulse quickens for an entirely different reason as I look at her—so beautiful, so innocent, so trusting with those wide, sleepy eyes blinking up at me.
“Yeah,” I murmur, my voice rough. “Something woke me up. Bad dream about my mom, I think.”
She nods, her curls brushing against my chest as she nestles closer. I appreciate the fact that she doesn't ask me for more details and hate the fact that she's intimately familiar with the ache of losing a mother too.
I sigh, sinking back into the mattress and pulling her with me. Her fingers thread with mine, and I let the warmth of her presence ground me as she rests her head on my chest. The tension in my body eases, and for now, everything feels right again.
“Your heart is racing.”
I chuckle, “I know.”
She sighs against my chest, “Will you let me help you fall back asleep?”
“What did you have in mind?”
Her head tilts upward, a radiant smile lighting up her face, and damn if it doesn’t make me regret every time that I've pushed her away—last year, this summer, all of it. I know our age difference is still an issue, and she deserves so much more than I can offer. But right now, selfishness creeps in, mixing with a fierce protectiveness I feel for her.
After tonight, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to convince myself that she’s too young for me again. In this moment, with her in my arms, I want to pretend that the world outside doesn’t exist. Just us, right here, with nothing else to worry about.
She moves lower, slipping down underneath the covers so that I can’t see her anymore as I feel her warm body settle between my legs. Her fingers find my firm cock and wrap around it, twohands, pumping carefully. I push back the blankets so that I can see her. She’s under there like she’s inside of a tent and her eyes are staring at me with an appreciative awe.
I press back the blankets further and tuck them beneath her shoulder blades so that I can watch. Her mouth lowers, tongue peeking out to dip into my opening, lapping up a bead of precum. She’d tasted me earlier in the night for just a moment, but I’d stopped her. It was a stretch to fit around her mouth then, but she seems more prepared now.
Her lips wet before they wrap around my tip snuggly and she sucks inward, flicking my tip with her tongue before attempting to move downward.
“Do you like that?” she mumbles, her mouth stuffed full of me.
I groan, because truly, there’s nothing she does that I don’t like. “You can’t do anything wrong, Maggie.”
She smiles and hums before popping off the top and licking a straight line up the underside causing any bit of space left to become engorged.
