“I want that, Max. I want you to take me.” I turn my head to try and look at him. “Take me.”
He bends over and plunges his tongue into my mouth, in a messy passionate kiss as he plunges his cock back into my pussy. It’s so much deeper this way, I’m full in the best possible way, and when he rocks his hips slowly but surely into me, every stroke hits my inner walls, lighting up nerve endings I didn’t even know existed. He bands his arm around my stomach, lifting me up so that my back is flush against his front. Somehow, he’s still moving in and out of my dripping sex. We’re sticky with sweat, but when he puts his hand on my cheek and turns my head to the side, any discomfort from the position is gone.
“Mine.” His hand travels down from my cheek to gently cup the base of my throat. “You’re mine.” It’s so possessive. And so, so sexy. The feel of his hand gently squeezing my neck has me so close to the edge. I start to writhe against him. His hand tightens, just slightly, as his other fingers come to my clit.
“Milk my cock, Heidi. Take everything,” he growls in my ear, tugging my earlobe between his teeth. The sinful combination of sensations, the bite of his teeth, the squeeze of his hand, and the pinch of his fingers on my clit, all of it combined send me hurtling over the edge of oblivion as my climax hits me. I cry out his name, my head thrown back against his shoulder, my own hands scrabbling to find a grip on him. But he’s holding me in place so firmly, I’m not going anywhere.
I hear him grunt my name, and his thrusts grow impossibly harder and frenzied, until I feel him pulse inside of me.
Eventually, his movements slow, and he sags against me, still somehow holding me up against his body. I can feel the heave of his breathing against my back as his grip on me softens, and his lips begin to press gentle kisses across my shoulders.
He steadies me as he pulls out, and I let him move my body so that I’m laying down again. There’s a tenderness in his eyes I’ve never seen before.
“Are you okay?”
I nod dreamily. I’m tired, but the good, satisfied kind of tired. “So much more than okay.”
“Thank you for being here tonight.”
My hand lifts to cup his cheek, and I melt when he leans into my touch. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Thank you for letting me be here with you.”
His lips float across my forehead, whispering soft kisses over my skin. My eyes start to close as the emotional and physical exhaustion of the day hits me.
Vaguely, I’m aware of him shifting off the bed. He’s gone for a minute, but then he’s back, drawing the sheets over me and gathering me into his chest. Sleep is taking over, but even in my semiconscious state, I hear him.
“You are so much more than I expected.”
Chapter twenty-one
Max
I wake to the feel of hands sliding down my body and lips toying with my nipples. It takes a second for my brain to register that I’m not still dreaming. The sunlight filtering in from between my blinds is real, as is the woman currently wrapping her hand around my cock.
The juxtaposition between the pleasure building inside of me and the sad memories of what happened yesterday is hard to reconcile. But there’s no denying the absence of the overwhelming grief and guilt that normally surrounds me after losing a patient. Especially one like Teagan. Instead, there’s a peaceful acceptance filling my soul. And it doesn’t take much to realize the difference is the woman in my bed.
“You’re a hell of a lot nicer to wake up to than my alarm,” I mutter, my voice still laced with sleep.
She hums her agreement, her lips vibrating against the skin of my abs.
My morning wood is starting to throb in her hand as she slowly rubs up and down its length. The friction of her hand on me with no lubrication is an exquisite form of torture. But it’s nothing compared to the feel of her mouth enveloping me in her heat.
“Fuck. Heidi.” I gather up her hair in one hand so I can see her face. When I see the blissed-out expression she’s wearing as her head bobs up and down, my own head falls back against the pillow with a groan. “You’re so good at that, sweetheart. Watching you suck my cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her answering moan is accompanied by her swallowing my dick as deep as I’ve ever gone with a woman.
“Jesus Christ! Fuck, yes.” My back arches off the bed. It takes some restraint not to thrust my hips up into her mouth, but for once I’m letting someone else be in control. And it feels fucking amazing. Because Heidi needs no direction, no guidance on what feels good. Which is why, when her hand comes down to cup my balls and she tugs them gently, I shouldn’t be shocked. Yet, the second I feel one finger stroking the seam that runs under my balls, I know I only have a minute before I’m going to be coming down her throat. “Heidi, I’m gonna come.” I ground out the warning, but she doesn’t pull off. Her head keeps moving up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip, and then I’m coming. Shooting off into her mouth, exploding with a roar of her name.
Heidi lifts off my cock, sitting back on her heels. I crack one eye open to see her smirking and that talented tongue darting out to lick a drop of my load from the corner of her mouth. I muster the energy to sit up, reach for her, and pull her down onto my chest.
“Such a good fucking girl. Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been sucked off like that,” I say, still trying to catch my breath. Heidi snuggles in and giggles. Fucking giggles.
“I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed sucking a cock that much.” She looks up at me through her dark lashes. “It was really hot. Watching you let go and knowing it was because of me? That’s really freaking hot, Max.”
I flip us over and pin her underneath me. “Time to even the score, Morgan.”
But of course, my alarm chooses that fucking second to go off. Normally I’d call in sick. It’s something I’m a little ashamed of, but I typically take the day off after losing a patient. I’m normally hung over, and not functioning, as I wallow in grief and guilt.
Heidi wiggles out from underneath me, dancing out of my reach. “Nope,nowwe’re even, Donnelly. I owed you one from last night. And you better not make me late for work. My boss is a real grump.”
