He fucked her for a long time like this. No words were needed. Contentment came from the sounds she made when he hit her sweet spot or when the smack of flesh on flesh reverberated through the room.
Maggie’s constant cries reached deep inside him and squeezed. She was part of him now. He wanted to give her so much more. He pressed his hand between them, rubbing his fingers repeatedly across the bundle of nerves that would set her off.
Her first orgasm nearly destroyed him, and the second sent him spinning out of control. His balls drew up. This was it. He shoved deep as far as he could go and fused their bodies together, groaning as come spurted from his dick. Tucker fell against her, pressing her into the sofa. What had she done to him?
He wrapped his arms around her soft body at the same time her legs wrapped around his waist. The smell of sex and sweat mingled with the sweet scent of Maggie. He nuzzled her air and drew in a deep breath. He’d forever associate fruit with sex thanks to her.
Tucker shifted and rolled until he was the one on his back and Maggie sprawled across his chest. He listened to her breathing return to normal and eventually slow down. He rubbed his fingers up and down the curve of her spine, reluctant to stop touching her. He needed to carry her to the bedroom and get her comfortable before they both fell asleep. But he really liked the feel of her weight pressing down on him. Maybe they’d stay like this a while.
“What happened today?” Her question came out on a soft sleepy whisper.
“Not yet, little one. Rest now and later we’ll talk.” To his horror his voice broke on the last. An hour or two more of being her white knight couldn’t hurt.
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
The words were spoken so casually and light he almost missed them. For a moment guilt and happiness dueled inside him. As quickly as the joy grew, the unspoken truths between them washed it away. He had to tell her soon.
He waited for her to say something more but she didn’t. Her breathing turned deeper and minutes later she began to snore. A light adorable sound that made him think of a kitten.
More like a big curvy cat with sharp razor nails. The smile that tilted his lips came as a shock. He pressed a kiss to her hair and whispered, “I love you too, little one.”
*
Sated but restless, Tucker wandered through the darkness in Maggie’s cabin. After several fun filled hours, he’d made Maggie come no less than a half dozen times. God, there wasn’t enough sunshine in the world to give him the same amount of light as the look on her face when she screamed his name. With her hair plastered to her face by sweat, her body decorated with marks he’d given her and his cock deep inside her, she was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever met. And she was his.
He’d retrieve the collar he planned to present her and rejoin her in bed for another round. He still had a virgin ass to conquer.
Tucker glanced at the dying embers in the fireplace and considered restarting the fire. Considering how much heat he and Maggie managed to generate on their own, he decided they’d be fine the rest of the night without it.
He grabbed his jacket and lifted the long jewelry box from the inside pocket. She’d managed to derail his original plans when he’d arrived to find her naked and ready. Not that he’d minded. Her submission had blown his mind and then some. He casually surveyed her living space and its basic furnishings. Her parents left her a nice place, but there were several times throughout the day he’d wished they were in his fully-stocked playroom. He looked forward to getting her to agree to move in with him, the sooner the better as far as he was concerned.
On the opposite side of the door on the small desk he’d failed to notice earlier in the day, he spied what had to be her makeshift office. A thin silver laptop sat open and piles of notes and notebooks were haphazardly strewn across every inch of the surface. His gut tightened.
Don’t go there, man.
Too late. His brain had already conjured Mason’s warnings once again. She’s writing a book.
Of course she was. Her research was her life. She’d offered him that information on several occasions and he’d read some of her papers online before they’d reconnected. To expect her to drop it the minute she left her job seemed ridiculous. Part of the reasoning he’d used to become her Dom had been so she could continue her work with real working knowledge.
Yet Mason’s warning wouldn’t leave him alone. All the rationalization in the world couldn’t erase the seeds of doubt his friend had planted. He’d simply have to find out for himself what his little sub was up to so he could put all their fears aside. Later he’d really enjoy taking Mason down a peg or two for feeding into his former paranoia.