Page 29 of When the Walls Come Down
When she was bare, I sat back on my heels and spread my knees apart to lower myself down to where we’d meet. Guiding myself to her entrance, I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful form. Her chest rising and falling, chasing her breaths. Her pinkened cheeks, her neck flushed from her climax, and the devastating look she was giving me back.
“I want you, Shane,” she confessed barely loud enough to hear over the hammering in my chest. “No holding back.”
She was wetter than wet, so I had little trouble breeching her, but inside, she was still clenched and tight from her orgasm. Pressing forward, I could feel everything and fuck if it weren’t as if I hadn’t put a condom on at all. Every sensation was there.
She exhaled as I went deeper, and when I gave her everything I had, her big, blue eyes went wide and never left mine. I would have been concerned if it weren’t for the wanton smile on her lips as her tongue slipped out to wet them.
All right, Shane. It’s game time. Focus.
As soon as I began to move, she hiked herself up onto her arms and met me with every thrust. I won’t even pretend I was giving it to her fast and hard. It was more like deep and slow, but so help me God, it was not going to last long. Because as she looped her arms around my neck and rode me, both of us sitting up, I lost all track of time and space and what I was supposed to be avoiding.
There simply was no going back. No stopping.
She kissed me and we moaned into each other’s mouths, panting and moving in sync like we’d been doing this together for years. We fit like two pieces of one whole. Soon, we quickened to a pace that had me wrapping my arms around her and pumping her up and down on my cock until my eyes screwed shut and my orgasm took over.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Don’t stop. I’m close.”
“Maggie, fuck,” I groaned as it hit me all at once, and then I roared, exploding into her with one last, nearly vicious thrust, causing us to both cry out.
It was hard to tell how long we stayed like that, and eventually, I moved my legs. But she stayed there on my lap, sporadically kissing my neck and cheek. Her fingers scratched the back of my neck, and lazily, my hands ran up and down her back.
It was peaceful. Not to sensationalize the sex we’d shared, but it had never been like that for me. Hopefully, she felt the same. Because, knowing myself, now that I’d had her in my arms and in my bed, nothing—and no one—would compare.
Maggie Peach Light Gray Italian had set a whole new bar very high.
I brushed the clingy hair stuck to the side of her face away so I could get a better look at her. She was always forthcoming verbally, but there was also so much to be gained by looking in her eyes.
In some ways, they said even more than her clever mouth. They were glistening and bright and—although I hadn’t known her long—I suspected she was happy. Fuck, if that wasn’t more than enough for me. She started to grin, and her jaw rocked to one side, attempting to hide the smile threatening to spread across her face.
“What did you say your name was?” I asked.
“Oh no you don’t, Mr. Warren. You know damn well what my name is.” She rolled her eyes and cocked her head to one side. “You did just shout it a few minutes ago.”
“No shit.” I couldn’t hide my smile. “That was you?”
“Am I really that easy to forget?”
“Are we just answering questions with questions?”
It was like our banter had returned in full force, which I was thankful for. It was a compass that let me know how I was doing. The more she messed with me, the more I could be certain I was on the right path.
She shook her head. “May I use your bathroom?”
I nodded. “Would you like some water while I’m in the kitchen?”
“Are you getting some for yourself?”
“Do you like bottle or tap?”
“Do I look picky?”
I didn’t want to break the game, but it had to be said. “No, Peach. You just look pretty.”
She bit the corner of her lip and then stretched her neck, silently requesting me to kiss her. Her lips were fuller, having been sucked and bitten and loved over the past—I checked my clock behind her on the other side of the bed—thirty-five minutes. Not too shabby for a guy who had been certain he was going to bust before dinner had even finished.
I pressed my mouth to hers, and reflexively, I twitched, still inside her. Her lips spread wide against mine, feeling it too.
