I walked over to the bed. I could feel the pressure build in my chest. Wilson lay there, more beautiful than ever before. The edge of her shirt pulled up just high enough to expose her navel and her blonde hair swirled around her head, tangled with her fingers. I stood frozen, watching her heart beat in her neck, her breath enter her nose as her chest rose and fell. Everything was peaceful with her, so right. She mumbled something under her breath I couldn’t understand. Every hair on the back of my neck stood erect.
Damn, I want to wake her up. I want to see her expression when she sees that I’m here. I felt the urge to kiss her build in my gut. I could’t take it anymore, watching her there and not touching her. I leaned down, pushed my lips to her stomach. I inhaled the delicate scent of her skin through my nose. I dragged my tongue along her flesh, tasting everything I’d ever wanted with her. I traced my mouth up her chest before kissing the curve of her breast.
She twisted her hands into my hair and gave me a quiet moan, the same moan that affects my body and always makes me hard. Her fingers curved around my ears before she dragged them down across my face. I took a slow, deep breath and pushed my mouth against her temple.
“Wilson, babe…I’m here,” I whispered.
Her eyes moved back and forth under her lids and her lashes danced, trying to get her eyes to open. I pushed my lips to hers and kissed her delicately as I dragged my fingers across her cheek.
“I’ve missed you,” I growled against her lips.
Her gorgeous, deep blue eyes opened. They took me in before seeming to explore the room.
“Max?” she whispered in a raspy voice as she looked back at me.
She grabbed the outside seam of my jeans and pulled me closer, then wrapped her arm around the back of my leg before she sat up and pressed her head to my stomach. Her hands pushing against my ass, I felt her lean into me.
“You’re here,” she said.
“Yeah, babe, I’m here,” I answered as I tangled my hands in her hair.
“I can’t believe you were able to leave. Is everything okay? Cal, Dan?—Is your mom—” She rapidly fired the words as she leaned back and found my eyes.
I caressed her lips with my fingers, keeping her from saying another word. I pushed my knee up between her legs and nudged her back against the bed. My eyes soaked up every curve and angle of her face. Her eyes glistening with her excitement to see me, her lips quivering for me to taste them again, I hovered above her. Taking her hand, I pulled her wrist to my lips and kissed the thin flesh separating me from her heart beat. I pressed my nose to her skin and inhaled. She smelled like the salty ocean breeze swirled with a hint of Aspen Pine.
“You smell so good,” I mumbled.
“So do you.”
Wilson grabbed my shirt and pulled me down on top of her. Her heartbeat pulsed against my lips as I pressed my mouth to the side of her neck. Her hands got lost in my hair as she tugged my face to hers. Her eyes, hungry for my mouth, her lips, damply whispering my name, made me ache to kiss her. A crave stronger than any addiction crested, and in that moment I knew, I can never be separated from this woman again. She pushed her lips hard against mine. Our tongues mingled before she lightened her kiss. She traced the edge of my bottom lip, catching it between her teeth and pulling just enough to make me growl. I knew what it meant. It was her way of telling me what she wanted.
“Maaaxxx, I need you. God, I need you so bad,” she breathed as her hands shot down and unbuttoned my pants. Everything within my body that could tighten, harden, swell, and pull did when she pushed my pants down.
“I—oh, fuck, I need you too,” I growled as I leaned back and stretched, pulling my shirt off. I pushed my fingers at the button of her pants and her flesh rippled with chills across her skin below her navel as I pushed her zipper down. She wiggled out of her pants and I hauled her shirt off over her head. Fuck, her nipples are rock hard under that white lace bra of hers. I pushed my mouth against the fabric and let my breath warm her. She gasped as I pushed my hand in between the flimsy fabric and her skin and began to caress. She was so soft, so warm. Her nipple erect, I pushed her bra down and brought my mouth to her exposed flesh. I traced my tongue around her skin and pulled at the straps of her bra, making them fall across her shoulders. A small victory for me: I reached around and deftly released the clasp, then nipped at her skin and lapped at her nipples. She was so hot, so beautiful, so mine. I wanted to be inside of her right away. I wanted to feel her tighten, take and give, and keep every part of me I had. I wanted to drag my tongue across every square inch of her flesh.
Wilson wrapped her arms around me. Pushing me, she rolled me over onto my back. Her body almost weightless against mine, her hair tickled across my shoulders. I felt her breasts, firm against my chest. I was rock hard and ready. Her hips straddled my erection, which was pushing against my boxers, begging to be released. She sat up against the space in the room. Her weight rode perfectly against me. The sunlight bounced off her skin as she started rocking her hips back and forth, her breasts rolling and moving my hands against the curve of her ass. I pushed my fingers behind her waistband.