“I have a little more experience with this,” she whispers as she continues to suck, hollowing her cheeks out and moving downward.
“Don’t tell me that,” I growl back, before threading my fingers through her hair and guiding her mouth lower on my length.
I’m not bothered by her experience, sure I don’t want to picture Maggie with other guys, but that’s life and I’m not insecure. She may have a past but if her future includes me, I couldn’t give a shit about it. Plus, Maggie sucks my cock like a pro, hollowing her cheeks and taking me down easily while gagging, spitting, and sucking all over my width.
I feel my balls tighten and my shaft become ridged much faster than has ever happened before, “Going to come down your throat now,” I warn.
She nods and hums eagerly while she cups my balls gently.
“Damn it, damn,” I groan, draping an arm over my eyes as I release freely.
She swallows, licks, and makes sure every droplet of my warm seed is cleaned up while I watch in awe at her mesmerizing beauty until I’m completely spent. She smiles, crawls back up to my chest and lays her head there with a gentle smile across her face.
I shake my head, feeling exhausted but wanting to take care of her too. “Are you sore?”
She nods, “Just a little bit, but it’s a good sore. I'm sure I'll have trouble sitting tomorrow," she chuckles, and I can't help the fact that I like hearing that.
"I’m going to go back to sleep now.”
“Feels kind of messed up for me to get that and not take care of you," I respond.
She laughs gently as her eyes flutter shut. “You’ve taken care of me all night, Clay. I don’t think I’ve ever been so satisfied.” And with those words, her breathing slows as she peacefully drifts off to sleep.
But I stay up, watching her, holding her and overthinking all the ways I hope to not mess this up...
Chapter 23 – Clay
The next time I wake, Maggie is still asleep, tucked snugly into the crook of my arm. Her brown curls are plastered to her face and her long lashes cascade down and over her high cheekbones. She's even more beautiful in the daylight and I can't help but want her like this every night and every morning, right here in my bed, properly fucked and sleeping soundly.
I carefully slide out of the bed, trying not to disturb her, and pad quietly to the kitchen. It’s my turn to make her breakfast.?
Bacon, eggs, and toast sizzle together on the stove, the delicious aroma filling the air as I replay the unexpected events from last night. A few minutes later, I feel her presence before I hear her, sensing her standing behind me, silently watching. Deciding to give her a show, I start dancing like she did last month when she made me breakfast, except this time, I’m completely naked. I wiggle my hips and spin, humming the same old NSYNC tune she teased me with.
A soft giggle escapes her, and I spin around, catching her eye with a wink while I plate the food. She blushes and shoots me a smile. She's pulled on my button-up shirt from last night, and she’s breathtaking in it.
“Come here,” I crook a finger, setting the two plates on thecountertop.
She steps toward me, and I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close. I kiss her soft lips, feeling her melt against me with a soft sigh so effortlessly. She's so damn easy to love. My hands slip under the hem of the shirt, sliding over the smooth skin of her bare backside. Completely naked beneath, just as I imagined.
A groan escapes me as I break the kiss, pulling back just enough to admire her flushed face. “Are you hungry, Maggie?”
She nods. “I think I burnt more calories last night than I do during my heavy lifting days. I’m famished.”
I press into her hips, lifting her easily and perching her on the edge of the counter before I bunch up the hem of my shirt around her waist.
“Me too,” I respond, licking my lips as I take in the sight of her bare pussy on my counter.
“Clay!” she swats at my arm, but I have no restraint this morning. Months of refusing myself pleasure has caught up to me in one beautiful explosion of a singular mindset - all I can see and think about is her.
All I want is her.
I drop to my knees, head dipping between her thighs, tongue licking one flat line across her opening before turning my gaze back up to her. There isn't an ounce of resistance inside of her. She’s dripping all over my countertop and I imagine the wet spot that’ll be there when I finish her off in just a few minutes. Because I know her now and that’s all it takes for Maggie.
She makes no moves to stop me, her eyes hooded with longing as she watches.
“You eat,” I point towards the plate to her right, “While I eat,” I nod between her legs.
She laughs, her left-hand moves to grip my hair and steadyherself while her right swipes a piece of bacon from the plate and presses it to her lips.
