It might have only been a week since I last had her, but that week felt like an eternity.
Apparently, she feels the same way because the second my front door closes behind us, she pushes me toward my couch. I sit down and she straddles my lap again, just like she did at the hospital. Only this time, there’s no risk of prying eyes catching us.
Our scrub tops go flying, in between frantic kisses. I’m filled with an insane need to feel her surrounding me, holding me inside of her.
But I’ve got groveling to do first.
I stand up, taking her with me, spin around, and deposit her back down on the couch before sinking to my knees in front of her. I grasp the hem of her pants and peel them down her legs slowly.
“I missed you this week. As messed up as I was over Carson, the worst part of it was knowing I’d hurt you. I never want to hurt you again. And to prove it, I’m going to spend the next several hours earning your forgiveness and your love. One lick, one kiss, one touch at a time. Okay with you?”
Heidi nods frantically.
I lower my head and start to kiss her inner thighs, running my hands lightly up and down her legs. Her hands come to the back of my head, and I feel her try to guide me where she wants me.
“Uh-uh, none of that, my love.” I lift my head, reach for her hands, and bring them to my lips. Kissing both of her wrists, I rise up on my knees and place her hands across the back of the couch. “I’m in control tonight. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she says, half sighing, half moaning the word.
“Good girl.”
I lower my head slowly to see if she can actually keep her hands where they are and give up control to me. I want to earn back her trust in all parts of our life together but starting here feels right.
I gently nip at her inner thighs again, this time moving higher, closer to where we both want me to be.
“Mmm.” I ghost my lips over her glistening pussy. “I missed this, as well. A lot.”
“Max, please,” she pleads. I glance up, and her eyes are wild with passion, but like the good girl she is, she’s keeping her hands up. I reward her with a soft kiss to the tip of her clit.
“I’ve got you.”
I flatten my tongue and lick her entire slit. Her legs clamp around me instantly, and I use one arm to lift them over my shoulders before diving in and eating her perfect pussy with the reckless abandon that’s been stored up inside of me for too long.
Her first orgasm comes on fast. But I’m not stopping at one. Even as she’s pulsing around my tongue, I lift my hand to her mouth. She opens, sucking my fingers in deeply. I pull back from sucking on her clit and slowly work one, then two fingers into her, turning my hand so I can curve them over and hit that sweet spot inside of her.
“Ohmygod.” Her hips lift off the couch and her hands grab fistfuls of my hair.
I freeze. “Hands, babe.”
Her whimper is almost my undoing, but she does as she’s told and returns her hands behind her head. Only then do I start moving my fingers again and lower my head to flick my tongue over her clit again.
“Oh God. I can’t, I’m going to— Max. Max. Oh my God, yes, yes, yes!” Her words are garbled but seconds later she’s coming again, this time squeezing my fingers and flooding my mouth with her essence.
My cock is throbbing, angry and desperate to feel her. She’s still panting, her head thrown back, eyes closed, and I swear I’ve never seen someone so beautiful. I withdraw my fingers and tug my scrub pants down far enough to free my cock. Then I’m pulling Heidi off the couch and turning us at the same time, so I’m leaning against it and she’s exactly where I need her to be. Her hands come to my shoulders, and a dreamy smile stretches over her face as she slides down my dick.
“You’re a magician, Max Donnelly. An orgasm magician.”
I let out a low, hoarse chuckle, holding back from thrusting up into her. “You’re still riding the high, sweetheart. Open your eyes. Look at me.”
She does, and the honest love beaming out at me is blinding. I crush her to my body, cementing us together. Heidi starts to move her hips back and forth. My head starts to swim with sensation overload. I lift my head to look at her, filled with a possessive need to claim her. My hand comes up to bracket her throat as I lean forward and suck the skin just above her breast, biting down gently.
“Mine.”
“Yes.”
That one word of submission is enough to send me over the edge, thrusting up and down, rocking my hips until I’m spilling everything I have inside of her.
Eventually our movements slow, heart rates return to normal, and I become more aware of our surroundings. The hardwood floor underneath me isn’t exactly comfortable, I never did get my scrub pants all the way off, and we’re both sweaty and sticky from work and from what we just did.
