I dropped to my knees this time, forcing one of her legs up and over my shoulder.
I parted her with my thumbs. “Did he lick this pretty pussy?”
“No…” she breathed.
I pressed my tongue to her slick core, finding the place that drove her wild. I chuckled at the way she went boneless above me, leaning against the wall like she couldn’t stand.
“Why didn’t you come?” I thrust a finger into her and she made a strangled sound of need.
“He finished too quickly,” she said.
I nipped her thigh with my teeth. “Did you rush things so you could get back here?”
“No!”
“Better not have…”
I knew what she wanted, somehow instinctively we just meshed. She didn’t want me jealous and angry, but she wanted me to take what was mine.
So I ruthlessly claimed her orgasm, coaxing it from her hard and fast, with her fingers tangled in my hair and her heel digging into my back.
I pulled her down to the floor on her stomach, fueled by some primal need to have her under me. I yanked her hips up from the floor and sunk into her with a shallow thrust. She pushed back to force my cock deeper, but I pulled her hands up from the ground and held her wrists behind her back, taking away all of her control.
“You tell me if you want it tostop.”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
I took both of her wrists in one hand and reached over her body with the other to stroke between her thighs as I pounded into her, jerking her body back against mine hard and fast. There was no finesse to it, nothing but instinct and need.
Despite thinking I wouldn’t last, she came again, her whole body shaking before I lost control too and finished deep inside her.
I released her wrists and pulled her onto my lap, leaning against the wall and just holding her as tears fell from her eyes.
“Oh fuck, baby. Did I hurt you?” Panic and guilt punched me in the gut.
She shook her head frantically. “It’s just…not supposed to be that good. It’s like it’s too much and I just have to let it out or something.”
I pulled her closer, holding her against my chest. “Then let it out. I’ve got you.”
Her tears were sexier than her orgasm. Not because I wanted to make her cry, but because she was willing to feel something that intensely with me. This thing with her wasn’t just fun. It was vulnerable and messy and raw.
It was love.
21
MAIA
Then
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Iwas limp on top of Zane, languid and drained of every worry in my anxious brain. We’d brushed our teeth and crawled back into bed together even though it wasn’t even nine yet. What else could we possibly do with our night that would top what we’d just done?
I laughed because I felt weightless, so at ease with him it was more comfortable than just being with myself.
“You okay?” he asked, voice a little more gravelly than normal.
“Better than okay,” I said, my own voice rough from the way he’d used my throat so deliciously. I leaned up to look at him, wondering again whether I’d pushed him into territory he wasn’t okay with. “Are you?”
