She gasped. “Because it’s…”
I waited, and when she didn’t continue, I flicked my tongue over her clit.
“Maxim!” She moved to roll, but I pinned her hips to the bed.
“Normal to you would be posting some status on Instagram, right?” I tongued her, groaning at the sweet, heady taste.
“I guess?” Her hands fisted in the covers and I worked around that little bud, teasing without ever giving her the pressure and rhythm she needed.
“So would you rather I post on Instagram that I have you in my bed?” Another lick.
She cried out, her hips bucking back against my mouth.
“Well?”
“That would be way worse!”
I groaned in pure frustration and fucked into her with my tongue.
“Oh my God.” She pushed back against my mouth and I instantly let up on the pressure. “This isn’t fair.”
“Then tell me to stop.” I gave her clit a long, hard lick.
“I want you to finish me!”
“I want you to go to the gala with me.” Another circle around her clit, and I thrust one finger deep inside her, crooking it forward along her walls. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Evangeline.”
“Then get in here and fuck me!” Her hips bucked again and I rested my forearm over her lower back to hold her in place.
“Normal to you is an Instagram post or meeting your parents—” I plunged that finger in and out, working her.
“You’ve already met my parents!”
“Exactly. Normal for me is showing up for games—”
“Which I did today!” She groaned as a second finger joined the first.
“You did.” My dick pulsed like a heartbeat of its own, demanding I take her and push us both over that edge. “And normal for me is going with me to events, and maybe letting me tug you into some dark, private corner to make you come a few times.”
“Make me come now.” Her whimper nearly broke me.
“Say you’ll go with me. We don’t have to define this.” I gave her clit a kiss. “We can steer clear of the what are we conversation. Just go with me. Go as my friend. Go as my date. Go as whatever you want, Evangeline, just go with me.” Fuck me, was I really begging?
I’d never begged a woman for anything in my life, and yet she was more than worth begging for. My lips wrapped around her clit and I sucked, flicking it with my tongue.
She screamed. “Fine! Fine! I’ll go to the gala with you, would you just please—”
I was already standing up, already guiding my cock to her entrance, already thrusting home before she could even finish the request.
“Fuck me!” she cried out. “Yes!”
I sank so fucking deep into her that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to ever withdrawal. She was hot, tight, and so fucking soft that pleasure barreled down my spine, threatening to overcome my control.
“You feel so fucking good.” I drove into her again and again, taking her deeper than ever, raining kisses down her spine and then gripping both of her hips to fuck her harder when she demanded it.
“Maxim!” she cried, and I wanted to record it, wanted to play back that sound again and again on every lonely night at an away game.
“So. Fucking. Good.” There were no words for this kind of pleasure. The clench of her pussy, the sound of our skin— “Fuck!” I pulled all of the way out as I realized just why it felt that good. “No condom.” I lunged for the nightstand.
“I’m on the pill,” she said softly. “It’s okay. And it’s not like I’ve been with anyone—”
“Me either,” I replied, my hand falling from the drawer handle. “Not for months and months before you.”
“Then I’m okay if you are,” she said, looking over her shoulder, her green eyes big and deep, and so fucking trusting.
“Yeah, I’m more than okay.” I swallowed, bringing my cock back to her entrance, glistening and slick with her already. “You sure?”
“I’m sure,” she whispered.
I grabbed her hips and flipped her to her back so I could look in her eyes. “Me, too.” I wasn’t certain what the hell this really was between us, or what the feelings were that suddenly had my heart in a chokehold, but I was sure I wanted her more than anyone else. Ever.
I drew her up and kissed her hard, then thrust back inside her, savoring every second of it. Then I fucked us both to completion, keeping her eyes locked on mine, trembling when she finally went tight around me and found her release. Only then did I find mine.
“Are you going to do that every time I don’t give you the answer you want?” she teased, our chests still heaving.
“I mean, if it works.” I kissed her and we both laughed.
And something I was scared to name unfurled in my chest, an emotion I wasn’t familiar with, an emotion that scared the shit out of me, and I knew it then—however, whenever I fucked up this thing between us and it ended, it was going to hurt like hell.