She pulls her legs up and wraps one around me, squeezing her hips, trying to cage me in, and my heart races with the contact, knowing that she wants this. The movement of our bodies giving her the friction she needs; her walls begin to pulse around my dick, and I thrust in and out of her.
She pulls away from the kiss. "Max," she cries, trying to catch her breath. "Please," she begs. I’ve slowed my movements, I'm not ready for her to have her release, I want this to last a little longer. I smile then bend my body and wrap my mouth around her nipple as I thrust back into her.
"Oh," she cries out from the sudden movement. I suck at her nipple, giving it a little bite as I push in and out of her. Just as I feel her walls start to pulse again, I stop moving, removing my mouth from her nipple, and I look down at her.
"Max," she whines, and I chuckle, giving her a small wink. I lick my lips and then move my mouth to her other nipple, then slide my dick almost all the way out, before slowly pushing back in.
This continues for several more minutes, and each time I think she's getting close, I stop, waiting a few seconds to allow her orgasm to ebb before starting again.
I look down at her beautiful face, my eyes taking in her flushed cheeks, the beads of sweat on her forehead, and the desire and exhaustion in her eyes. I scan down her body, droplets of sweat dotted between the goosebumps that cover her entire her body.
I smile then push into her as I crash my lips to hers. I thrust in and out of her, my speed increasing with each move, her hands gripping at mine, our lips locked together, and her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in. The walls of her pussy pulse with every thrust, and her body begins to tremble then tenses as she pulls away from the kiss and cries out, "Oh, Max. Oh, oh…"
I watch her face as her head tips back, her eyes flutter closed, and her mouth freezes open on an 'O' and her orgasm crashes through her.
I continue to thrust in and out of her. "Holy fuck," I call out as my own orgasm rushes through me several seconds later. As I ride out that wave of pleasure, I lose the ability to hold myself up and drop my entire weight onto her body. I don't want to move, I want to stay inside of her, but I need to make sure she's okay. I give myself a few seconds and then push up a little, my eyes scanning her face.
"Shit, Dragonfly." Panic rises through me as I see tears running down the sides of her face. "What’s wrong?" I ask, trying to pull away from her.
She unlocks her hands from mine and quickly reaches for me, holding me in place. "Nothing is wrong, I promise. I'm just, I don’t know. That was in intense," she tells me, her eyes flicking back and forth over mine and then moving away to look at a spot behind me.
I gently grab ger face and pull it toward me. "I know the first time can hurt, but did I really hurt you? Please tell me." I'm so worried that it was too much, that I hurt her more than she was expecting.
She places a hand on my cheek, and rubs her thumb over my bottom lip then stretches her neck up, giving me a small kiss. As she pulls back, she smiles. "Max, it did hurt at first, and it kind of stings now, but you really didn’t hurt me. I didn't know what to expect, that was a lot, it was intense and incredible, but it was a lot and I'm a little overwhelmed with all of the feelings that I have running through me right now. But you were amazing.Thiswas amazing."
She drops her head back to the pillow and her eyes flutter shut for a brief second before she focuses back on my face. She is completely spent.
I slowly slide out of her, and she winces with the movement. "I'm sorry," I say as I roll on to my side on the edge of the bed, caging her against the wall.
"As long as you're sure you’re okay," I say, and she gives me a tired nod. I bend down and give her a gentle kiss on her lips. "Go to sleep, baby, get some rest."
She blinks up at me a couple of times, and before she has a chance to say anything, her eyelids drop. Within a couple of minutes, her breathing evens out and her body relaxes as sleep takes hold. I run the backs of my fingers down the side of her cheek, then under her chin. Resting my thumb just below her lip, I reach down and give her a small kiss.
Millimetres from her face, I whisper, "I'll protect you, no matter what. You're mine, Dragonfly, and I'm going to keep you."
Chapter Forty-Two
My eyes blink open and I look down at her sleeping peacefully, tucked into me, her hand resting on the only spot on my chest that isn't covered in tattoos. I frown when the buzzing of my phone makes her stir. Grabbing it quickly, I see it's Prez calling.
"Prez?" I answer, sleep coating my voice.
"Fucking get your arse down here now. We need to go to the garage," he snaps at me.
"Okay." I hang up. You don't ask questions, especially when he's sounds like that.
I slide out from under her, making sure to gently place her head on the pillow. I don't want to disturb her, but at the same time, I don't want to just leave without telling her. I climb out of bed and quickly get dressed. As I slip my arms in my kutte, she begins to stir. I kneel down at the side of the bed. "Hey, baby," I whisper. She blinks a couple of times, and her eyes try to focus on me.
"Hi.” She gives me a small smile, her voice hoarse from sleep.
I place my hand on the top of her head and lean close to her face. "I have to go out, baby, I don't know how long I'm going to be, but please stay?" It's not really a question, but I pose it as one, because I want her to stay but I don't want her to feel like she has to.
"Okay," she says quietly. I'm not sure if she's uncomfortable or if she's still half asleep. I lean down and give her a chaste kiss, grateful that she has agreed.
"Thank you. Hopefully I won't be too long." I give her another kiss and pull the blanket up to her shoulder, tucking her in before heading to the door. I turn around and give her one last look before leaving.
As I reach the top of the stairs, I see Nitro and Wrath at the bottom, waiting for me. They look stressed. Shit.
"What's going on?" I ask, not entirely sure I want to know the answer.
