“You’re all mine,” I told her as my hand skated down the curve of her belly to cup her between her legs, to feel the heat and slickness there.
Shameless, she arched into my touch, urging my fingers, wanting them inside her.
“Naughty girl,” I grinned against her lips, “don’t you want all of me?”
“Yes. I want all of you—filling me,” she said.
I spread her thighs with my hand and guided my aching, rigid cock to her slit. I rubbed it back and forth, getting the head of my cock slick with her wetness, gritting my teeth against the gorgeous sensation of rubbing through her slippery arousal. My heart pounded and my vision went bright already.
“Are you ready?” I ground out.
As her answer, she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me, her tongue in my mouth doing lewd things that sent a wave of heat down my body. She bit my lower lip softly, “Now. Please,” she said. I growled in response.
I settled into the cradle of her thighs and fed my hard cock into her an inch at a time, going slow, taking all control. I wanted to give it to her hard, to feel that sweet pressure and the shock of her body around me, but I held back. I remembered distantly something about getting carried away the last time, about wishing I’d been more tender and romantic with her. Mainly I felt that hollow core of her absence filling up as I let go and sheathed myself in her fully. She gave a cry, clutched my shoulders. I held myself up with my arms on either side of her face, so we were eye to eye.
I worked her with my cock, with the rhythm and the way I moved, the stir of my shaft against her inner walls, those wetly clinging lips that I hated to withdraw from even to thrust. Soon I was hitting that place inside her that made her writhe and squirm. I kissed her, but it was uneven, messy, because I was getting close, was thrusting into her. She wrapped her arms around me, flung her leg around my hips and met my thrusts. Every time I hit the spot inside her just right, her inner muscles fluttered around me and I shivered, trying to hold off.
“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth. “I know what you want. Take it.”
I slid out of her almost completely and thrust back in at the angle I knew she needed. She arched off the bed, bucking and crying my name. “Jeremiah! Oh!”
It may have been the force of her coming around my cock or the shock of hearing my name on her lips at such a moment, but I came then, like lightening up my spine, shaking as if in the grip of something merciless. I pumped into her, giving her every drop, every inch of me. I felt split apart and thunderstruck.
I sat back, shaken, but she scrambled up to her knees and wrapped her arms around me and held on. She kissed my cheek, stroked my sweaty hair as if to comfort me from the most insane orgasm of my life. As if she could sense that what I needed most was contact with her, our bodies together. I got my arms around her and pressed her against me, against my heart. My breath was ragged, and she clung to me. It was a long time before I came back to myself and could speak. I lay down on a pillow and beckoned her to join me.
“You were wonderful,” I said. “You always are. Even when you’re angry, you’re wonderful.”
I don’t know if it’s the amazing sex talking or what, but I feel closer to you. I feel like—like I could forgive you,” she said softly.
I felt my brow furrow in spite of myself. I willed myself not to say anything. But there it was. I couldn’t stop myself.
“I didn’t ask forgiveness. I hate that you were hurt by my actions, but if I had it to do over, even though I’d take the time to explain it all first, I wouldn’t change what I did about the report. So you don’t have to forgive me. You just have to be able to look at it as an unfortunate thing that happened, and we broke up over it once. But we put it aside because it wasn’t the most important thing,” I insisted.
Maggie propped herself up on her elbow and narrowed her eyes.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she said.
25
Maggie
He didn’t need to be forgiven?
“You put half the people in town out of work directly and most of the rest of us out of work by extension. You don’t see anything there that’s, I don’t know, damaging and willfully cruel? You don’t think that’s a slap in the face and a long-term blow to our economy and way of life? I’m going to have to go to nursing school, for fuck’s sake! I don’t like sick people and I’m going to suck at it, but that’s all there is left for me here!” I said, sitting up and waving my arms for emphasis.