“Max.” I tightened my fingers around his arms. I needed him to wait a few seconds for me to adjust to him. After not having him for so long, in this position, he seemed to fill me more than usual.
He increased his rhythm. “I’m not going to be able to last long, and after I’m done, I’m going to have you on the bed, then in the shower. I’m going to be inside you for hours.”
The thought of the relentless drive of his dick in and out of me chased my breath from my lungs.
“Once is never enough with you. I need you all the time, forever.”
I felt as if I were cycling toward the top of a mountain, panting and moaning, desperate to get to the top. As Max thrust into me again, his dick reaching deep inside me, I found myself at the summit. I arched my back as I began to freewheel down the other side.
“I love you,” I whispered into the wind.
Max was right behind me, grunting my name in my ear as he jabbed his hips into me so sharply it would have hurt if it weren’t for the insulating effect of my orgasm. “I love you,” he shouted out.
His skin was hot and sticky with exertion when I put my arms around him, pressing my breasts to his chest, hoping I could attach myself to him permanently. He lifted my ass and I wrapped my legs around him as he walked us toward the bed, still joined, him still inside me. He sat on the edge of the bed, my knees coming to rest on either side of him.
“Lie back,” I said. His eyes looked dazed as he did what I said. “I wasn’t too late,” I mumbled as I began to move my hips, just slightly, enjoying the feel of him still inside me.
He reached toward my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs as he looked up. His touch melted me around my edges. I contracted my muscles, trying to stem the wetness his touch released.
He groaned, and slipped one hand down to my clit. “Too late?”
I wasn’t sure I could get the words out to clarify. Already I wanted him again, wanted to make the climb up the mountain, even though I was still out of breath from my first trip.
“I was worried you’d be . . .” I gasped as he increased the pressure on my clit. “I was . . .” I couldn’t speak or move while ribbons of pleasure unraveled over and through me. My brain didn’t have capacity.
As if he understood, Max lifted his hips off the bed and I stilled, happy to sit on him, to be taken by him.
“Tell me what you were worried about,” Max said, the muscles in his neck straining.
I pressed my palms against his chest. “That it was too late for us,” I said.
He grabbed my hips and rolled me to my back. “Never,” he said as he pushed into me. “Not ever.”
It was just what I needed to hear. I reached up and traced my fingers over his eyebrows. “I love you.” I couldn’t stop repeating those words. I’d never said them to any man before. No one before Max had ever deserved them.
My orgasm crept up on me, pushing through my body like a tremor: silent, intense, and powerful.
“Oh God, your face when you come.” Max growled and thrust again, erupting into me.
He rolled off me, then pulled me toward him.
“When I get my breath back I’m going to kiss every inch of your skin, then make you come with my tongue.”
“We may run out of time.” I fingered his hair. “I have to make my way back to the city.”
He squeezed me tighter. “Stay. Don’t ever leave.”
I chuckled. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe.”
“Things feel a little different,” I said. Perhaps because we were away from the city. Perhaps because I knew how painful losing him had been and knew I’d work hard never to make that mistake again. “I don’t know why, I just—”
“I think it feels like the beginning of forever,” he replied simply.
Epilogue
Three months later
Max
“Come in,” I barked without looking away from my laptop. I thought I was the last one in the office. I was keen to get this piece of work finished and get back to the apartment and get my girl naked, and I didn’t really want any interruptions.
“I’m looking for the King of Wall Street,” Harper said as she opened my door.
I pushed my chair back from my desk. “Hey, I thought I was meeting you back at the apartment.”
She walked toward me, rounding my desk, trailing her hands over the papers stacked up on it. “I couldn’t wait,” she replied, placing her purse on the table by the window.
I swiveled my chair so I was facing her. “How was dinner with your father?” Harper and her dad had seen each other a couple of times in the last few months.
“It was good.” At times I wondered whether or not it was worth the tears that often followed one of their meetings, but she assured me she was crying over their history not their future. If she wanted to try to build a relationship with her father, I was happy to support her in anything she did. “Nice actually. We’re getting to know each other a bit better now.” She leaned forward and unknotted my tie. “And I thought I’d come back here and make sure you were keeping focused.” Gently, she pulled my tie from my neck and sat on my desk. “I remember how you used to tell me how you weren’t so focused when I worked here,” she said, pulling up her skirt a little, revealing more of her long, brown thighs.