MAXINE
Winger inches his way up my body after removing our clothes. I love watching his shoulders bunch as he prowls closer to my pussy. In one swift movement, he drops to the bed, shoving my leg up and to the side, so when he licks up my center, it’s from bottom to top. A shaky breath escapes my lungs. This is new. I’ve never allowed anyone to get this close to me, even the few times I did have consensual sex.
My eyes roll back in my head as he continues to taste me. His fingers tighten around my leg possessively, and he hauls me even closer to his mouth with a jerk. As soon as I’m not a puddled mess on the sheets, I lean up on my elbows to watch his dark head between my legs, his back muscles flexing with each movement. The view is fucking perfect, especially when he looks up at me with his dark blue eyes.
My head falls back when he sucks on my clit. I dig my heels into the bed, pushing even closer to him, and my thighs try to tighten around his head.
Winger uses the space I created between my ass and the bed to slide his fingers deep inside me while he continues to work my clit with his mouth and tongue.
I can’t hold myself up anymore, so I drop my back flat to the bed, taking a hold of his head as I do. When he adds a third finger, pumping in and out of me, I lose all sense of anything around me as an orgasm builds inside me to the point of near pain. When I crash over the edge, I cry out and arch so hard, my ass, head, and toes are the only things touching the bed.
Winger rides out my bliss, licking and fucking me with his fingers until I push his head away from my core. “I can’t.” I jerk as another tremor rocks me.
He moves up my body, lines his dick up at my center, and pushes against me. The breathy sigh that leaves my lips and the way I melt beneath him belies my claim that I can’t handle any more. I reach down and take him in my hand, guiding him inside. Winger shudders over me, sinking into me while still questioning, “Are you sure?” through clenched teeth.
I grab the back of his neck and pull him on top of me in answer. He nips the side of my neck and rolls his hips slowly, fucking me with measured precision that has my mouth hanging open and sounds of ecstasy leaving my lips with every slow grind.
“Don’t stop,” I demand, running my hands over his back and ass, loving the feel and smell of his skin.
Winger lifts his torso, proving my grip offered little resistance, and looks down at me while he slides in and out of me. Our eyes are locked, just like last time, but I’m able to let myself go. I don’t need the constant reminder that he’s the one moving inside me, because no one has ever made me feel like he does.
I pull my knees up a little higher on his sides, and he groans out a needy sound as I curl into him. He starts to move a little faster, and I meet every thrust, running my hands over his sides and chest.
Winger’s head drops forward on his shoulders, and he pleads, “Need you to come, Max.” When he allows me to see his face again, his teeth are biting his bottom lip, and I can tell he’s holding back. I tighten my inner muscles, and he closes his eyes and lets his mouth fall open on a moan.
Watching what I do to him, and knowing I have the ability to reduce this man to begging, causes something deep inside me to clench, and I rock my hips up, meeting him stroke for stroke. His hand goes to my hip, and he squeezes, pulling me closer at the same time he tries to pin me in place.
My inner walls quiver, and I start to come so hard, I can’t tell if my eyes are closed or if my vision goes dark for a second. Winger pounds into me, his movements rough and messy, but it’s fucking perfect. With one final thrust, he snarls and buries himself as deep inside me as he can, locking our hips together while my walls twitch around him.
Minutes pass with him breathing against my neck, and I revel in his ragged, choppy breaths as I stroke his back and sides until both of us are no longer panting.
I don’t think he has any idea what he just gave me, not including the double orgasm. He gave me back a piece of myself, something that never should have been taken from me, and he slid it into place without even trying. He relinquished his power to me, let me see him while he was vulnerable, and it changed something deep inside me.
I could cry again, but I wasted tears yesterday, so I don’t plan on doing that again. I kiss the side of his face, feeling his stubble and scars on my lips. Winger turns his jaw, giving me his neck instead, where his skin is even and smooth.
I love all of him, the rough edges and gruff glances, his scars, and the sheer perfection of the rest of him, but I won’t force him to give me something he’s not ready to give. I kiss his neck instead, and he eventually rolls to the side, pulling me with him so I’m curled into his body.
“Do you think we gave her enough time to get those batteries?”
He bursts out laughing at my question, and I smile, his face angled toward the ceiling as he shakes his head. “She’s probably looking for some other place to stay until we’re gone. I don’t think she knows how to handle you.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re the only one up for the job.”
“Damn right, and it wouldn’t be wise for anyone else to try,” he says easily.
“Same goes for you, you know. I don’t share and…I don’t want to be your secret,” I admit, glancing over to gauge his expression.
“Considering everyone I care about already knows about you, that would be impossible.” He notches his head back into the pillows.
“Who do you care about?”
Winger drops his eyes to mine, and he holds my gaze as he says, “Other than you?”
My heart skips a beat at his words, and I nod because I don’t think I could speak right now. No one has ever cared about me. It’s such a strange thing to hear him admit out loud, even though I know he must if he’s willing to put up with me. I mean, the man clearly isn’t a saint, but I see the good in him, always have.
“Rex, Lucy, Iron, Saddle…and Masher.” He winces a little, like he’s not sure if the last person made the cut or he’s disappointed that he did.
“Who’s Lucy to you?” Of course I would ask about her. She’s gorgeous, and he just admitted he cares for her, named her second. Well, third if I count.
