Then I was pushing into her, and she moaned, her head dropping forward.
I kicked her knees wider with mine and then thrust back in.
I powered in rough and hard, testing the waters.
Maia huffed out and then murmured, “Oh my god,” as I felt her inner muscles pulse around me.
My grin was feral with wicked intent. I was going to make her come again.
It took more control than I knew I had to hold back my own orgasm because watching Maia shake and moan and cry out as I fucked her doggy-style was high up in my fantasy playbook.
There was nothing but her.
The sound of my grunts mingling with her groans, our bodies smacking together, and the scent of sex.
Sex with Maia.
Fuck it.
I reached between us and started rubbing her swollen clit.
“Oh! Oh my God! Bear!” she cried, squeezing around me again as her arms gave out.
But I kept her arse in the air, fucking her through her second orgasm until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Maia!” I bellowed my release as heat shivered down my spine and pleasure erupted through my limbs. Shuddering and shaking, I kept a tight hold to her, wanting her to feel every inch of how hard I was coming, wanting to stay connected to her for as long as possible.
Finally, I relaxed my grip on her hips, belatedly realizing how tightly I’d been holding her, hoping I hadn’t left bruises.
I bent my head to kiss her lower back and then gently eased from her.
“Fuck,” I muttered, because we’d almost lost the condom I’d come that hard. “Let me just deal with this.”
After I returned from the bathroom, I smiled at Maia, now lying on her back, her bare breasts a sight to behold. She giggled as I clambered over her like an excited pup, pressing kisses to her gorgeous tits and licking at her nipples.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, making me shiver.
“You’re insatiable.”
I raised my head. “You have no idea.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I think I saw stars this morning.”
“G-spot,” I opined. “That was fucking hot, beautiful.”
Her eyes widened. “I thought the G-spot was a myth.”
I braced myself over her, stroking my thumbs over her cheeks. “Did it feel like a myth?”
Maia chuckled. “I guess not.”
“We should shower,” I murmured, tracing her face with my fingertips like I could memorize every inch of it. “We have the video shoot in two hours.”
“Oh my God.” She pressed her palms to my chest. “I forgot about that! We need to move.”
“We will.” I bent my head to nuzzle her throat, pressing wet kisses as I caressed her body.
She moaned. “Bear … we need to move. And we can’t have sex again. I’m definitely sore now.”
