I go over to her and crouch in the floor in front of her, taking her hands in mine. “Yes, I talked to her, but nothing happened. She may want me back, but I don’t want a damn thing to do with her. Don’t you trust me? We’ve talked about this.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just he showed up and he seemed so sure that the two of you were off together... I just I don’t want to get hurt, ya know?”
“I get it, I do, but Maggie, I told you, baby. I want you. Only you. Are you gonna let me in?”
Unshed tears sparkle in her gorgeous emerald green eyes. “I want to.”
“Then stop holding back with me. I’m trying so hard to be a patient man, because I know you are worth waiting for. I have faith in us, Maggie. I wish that you did too.”
“I told you. It’s not you. And it’s not. It’s me and my baggage. I have things I have to work on, but I do want this with you.” She leans forward and kisses me in a way she has never kissed me before. Hungry and desperate.
I pull back. “If this is going to work, you’re going to have to trust me and be honest with me. I can’t read your mind, Maggie.”
“I know.” She nods pressing her forehead to mine.
“Are we...are we good then?”
“Yeah we’re good, Calder.”
I take a seat on the couch and bring her into my lap and she straddles me. Looking longingly into her eyes, I hold her gaze knowing I’m falling hard for her. Though deep in the back of my mind I know that Carly was right. Maggie is hiding something. The question is what?
I don’t want to press for answers right now or fight with her. I simply want to be with her because when I’m with Maggie, I feel as though I am finally able to let go of the past and breathe again.
“Let me show you how good we can be.” With Maggie in my arms and her legs hooked around my waist, I rise from the couch and carry her to my bed. We fall to the mattress together, our mouths never breaking part, not even for air. I need her tonight and tell her as much. “I need you, Maggie.”
“I want you, Calder,” she says against my lips, owning me with her kiss. I’m falling so hard. Harder than I ever have.
Our bodies crash together, rubbing and grinding on one another. Her deft fingers move along the contours of my torso, exploring and teasing. I trace my finger over the curve of her breasts wanting to feel her, needing to see her.
“This needs to come off.” Clutching the hem of her grey tee, I pull it over her head, revealing her black bra to me. Her plump breasts nearly spill out the top as I look down at her. She’s so gorgeous I can’t believe she’s here and that she’s real. I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but I know this...here with Maggie, I won’t regret a minute. This is meant to be.
I may not know where she came from or what she is running from completely, but I know her. I know she loves ketchup on her eggs. If she drinks more than two glasses of wine, she falls asleep. She loves to read and write stories. She has a tiny freckle under her left eye and one above her lip. We like the same music aside from her not knowing the great classics. And she has a big heart. I’ve seen her helping out the people of this community who are in need, buying whatever they are selling even if she doesn’t want or need it.
She keeps purchasing Widow Wilder’s cakes even though they don’t taste all that great because she knows the old woman needs the money. I have watched her buy candy bars from four different kids then give them back to those same kids for a treat. Maggie acts shy and tries to hide away from the rest of the world, but I see her. I see her.
Dipping my head down, I free her breast from the black silky cup holding it hostage and take it into my mouth, tasting and sucking her sensitive skin. Arching her hips, she rubs the heart of her desire against my growing erection. Unhooking the back of her bra, I slide the straps down her arms and toss it over my shoulder, granting myself full access to her chest.
Delicate, slender, and soft her hand slides down my abs and into the waistband of my paints. Nimble fingers grip my shaft, stroking and teasing me. I groan, not wanting things to be over before they have even really begun.
“Slow down, baby. I want to take things slow.” Doing and saying are two different things though. My words seem to encourage her. Wrapping her fist around me she pumps faster and faster until I am panting. If she keeps this up, I know I am going to lose what little control I have. “Maggie,” I warn. In response she kisses me sweetly.
Pulling away, I slide down her body and work on getting her pants and thong off. Her pussy is shaved neat and trim. Fucking perfect. I spread her legs and guide her hand with mine to her clit. “Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you. Show me how you like it.” Her eyes close and a deep rosy pink shade blooms on her cheeks. “Don’t be shy with me.” I kiss the seam of her pussy lips and her legs kick.
“I’ve never...” she trails off throwing her other hand over her eyes.
I smirk, tracing my finger over her clit in a circular motion. “You’ve never what?”
“You know.”
I stop touching her. “No. I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.” I know what she means but I don’t want her to be shy with me. “It’s just you and me. I don’t want secrets between us.”
“I’m no virgin but my sex life has never been all that great,” she confesses.
“Then we’ll figure out what you like as we go,” I promise knowing tonight will only be about her pleasure. Mine can wait.
Soft and slow, I finger her tight velvet heat loving the way it feels when her muscles contract and squeeze as she moves her body, greedy for more.
“Does that feel good?”
“Mhmm,” she moans, and I add a second finger, thrusting my digits harder and deeper eager to please my woman. And I do. I bring her to an orgasm, loving the sated smile she is wearing. Moving up the bed, I lay next to her and hold her tight against me, loving the way her body fits perfectly with mine.
This is what I want. Maggie in my bed and in my arms every night.