Page 23 of Forgiveness
“Since you’ve been so good, darlin’, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” he growled against her aching nub before turning away and gently biting her inner thigh. “Stay exactly as I’ve put you, understand?”
Maggie nodded, silently frustrated with his need to move at all while she watched him quickly throw her skirt on the floor, shuck his clothing, and walk over to the nightstand and pull out a foil packet. She closed her eyes again and tried to catch her breath. Her body reeled with desire, fueled by only one single objective—Flux inside her while she clung to his shoulders.
“Are you ready, Duchess?” Flux’s cock twitched against her thigh and he ran himself between her folds, lightly teasing her opening, exactly as he’d done with his lips, tongue, and teeth. “Tell me when you’re ready. I want to hear the words.”
He slid across her wetness, extra slick from her arousal and the condom he’d just rolled on. His dick was thick and big and so damn hard—and she figured he was reveling in his ability to make her bend to his will.
“Please, Flux, I’m … ready.”
“What was that? I don’t think I quite—”
Maggie’s whole body shook and ached for him, every nerve-ending doing the talking when she couldn’t say a coherent word. She was out of her mind with need for him. She arched her back in anticipation, hungry for Flux to touch her again. Biting her lip, she silently demanded that he sink inside her wet heat.
Flux looked down at her, his eyes glazed with masculine pride and heady arousal as his dick bobbed against her thigh before he started teasing her all over again. She spread her legs wide and bucked up toward him.
“Fuck me. Now,” she ordered.
“That’s it, Duchess.” Flux chuckled as he arranged himself over her body. “Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight.”
There wasn’t time to agree. With one chaotic beat of her heart he worked himself against her outer lips, and then in the next, he was buried deep inside her as she rocked her hips up to meet him. They joined in a chorus of sounds. His groan sent a flurry of shivers down her spine as she gasped and spasmed around him, grinding upward into him so he could sink himself even further.
“Fuck, darlin’. You feel so damn good. So tight … so perfect,” Flux murmured against her neck before biting her tender flesh and sending her into a spiral of pleasure as his hips picked up the pace.
True to his word, she had to hold on to him. There was nothing slow and easy about his deliberate, claiming thrusts. Her thighs ached, clinging to him and she fought to match his rhythm as they drove each other over the edge.
“Fuckin’ touch me,” he rasped against her lips before pushing his tongue inside her mouth.
Maggie moaned and released her hands from the death grip around each other, and then raked her tingling fingers through his hair. That quickly switched to driving her nails down his back when he plunged into her deeper, thrusting in and out so damn fast and hard that it left her breathless and craving for more. Never had she felt this much rapture or intensity or anything even close to this during sex.
Faster. Harder. Deeper.
God, she would never get enough of him. His hot, flexing muscles worked beneath his flesh as he forced pleasure through every inch of skin. Maggie squeezed and felt up and mauled every inch of Flux that she could get her hands on, and by the way Flux groaned and grunted, she knew this was as intense for him as it was for her.
“I fuckin’ love your tits.” When he moved his mouth back down to them, she arched her back again, offering herself to him with a bone deep sigh of bliss.
“So … close,” she whimpered, threading her fingers through his hair and yanking a bit, urging him to go a little harder.
Flux didn’t disappoint. His teeth closed over her nipple at the same time his hand clasped around her ankle and brought one of her legs to rest on his shoulder. The intimate angle shifted at the same time his strokes became more frenzied, eating away at what was left of her rational mind. Before, Maggie thought he had brought his A game, but he’d been going easy.
Now he rocked into her so hard that the part of her that was barely aware wondered if they would break the cheap motel bed. Then all at once, there wasn’t a thought left in her head as she tensed, and then shattered. Maggie gasped against his lips, moaning as she eased her own down his neck. Her arms and legs flexed around him, her toes came to a point against his shoulder while her muscles contracted and she lost all sense of reason.
“Oh fuck!” she cried out as the edge she’d been riding since Flux first started teasing her rocketed to a fine point where everything became crystal clear and jumbled all at the same time. A series of small quivers clenched through her abdomen before they released into a wave that wrung out her body beneath him.
“Almost there, Duchess. Give me … one more. I’m not fuckin’ asking …” Flux panted, grinding against her hypersensitive core as he bent forward, deepening the angle.
Maggie clung to him, writhing from her first orgasm as his hand fumbled between them and deftly played against her clit. No sooner had he started rubbing in small circles together with his relentless thrusts than she fell again into the deep void of ecstasy where her brain completely shut off.
And this time Flux groaned and swore, his hips bucked abruptly as he followed her orgasm with one of his own while his hands clutched at her hips and her breasts and pulled at her hair.
“I can’t fuckin’ get enough of you, Maggie,” he whispered, panting above her and still joined together as they both slowly came back down. “That was … yeah …”
“Uh-huh,” Maggie panted, swallowing through her parched throat and maneuvering him back down so she could kiss him. What started off as frantic and hungry fed into something more tender and unexpected as their tongues delicately danced together.
“That was what I needed,” Maggie muttered, stretching beneath him as all the little aches and pains from riding fell away against her post-orgasmic bliss. “Ugh, don’t move yet.”
Flux went to get up off her and he blinked in a dull, still slightly hazy surprise; but before he settled all his weight back on her, she readjusted her leg and wrapped it back around him like a blanket.
Their heartbeats echoed each other against her chest as he burrowed his face into the side of her neck and let out a long sigh that seemed to release years of tension he’d been carrying in his body. Flux mumbled something that she couldn’t quite hear before he scooped her up and carried them both higher onto the bed until her head was surrounded by pillows. He rolled off the mattress and walked into the bathroom, and she pulled the covers snug around her. Her eyelids had just started to close when they snapped open as he crawled under the sheets and drew her to him. Secure under his arm, her skin shivered under his light touch as he ran his fingers through her hair.
“Sleep, Duchess. I’m not moving.” He nuzzled into her neck, lightly nipping at her ear.
They stayed entangled that way until she drifted into a gentle, soothing sleep.
