Pressing herself into my body, she craned her neck to peer up at me and stood on her tiptoes. She wanted to kiss me but never made the first move. I liked it that way. A man should make the first move every time. That’s why I’d never minded chasing her at Uyu. Or even now. She’d made it clear she was one to be hunted, and until I’d met her, I never knew I had such a warrior inside.
I scooped her up into my arms and onto my lap. She wrapped her arms around me, and the embrace took us both to our biggest place of comfort. We rubbed noses, pressed our foreheads together. The world was still, apart from one thought still racing through my mind. How quickly can I find a place to get this girl naked?
Maeve leaned back subtly, just enough to gaze at me. I loved her eyes. They were like a cat’s. No matter how dark it was, you’d always be able to find them, staring at you fiercely. “I love you, Drake.”
“I loved you first and I love you more.”
Her lips offered a pouty smile. “Easy to make grand statements when what you say can’t be proven.”
I dropped my lips to hers. Full of emotion, our kiss was feather-light. I whispered onto her mouth, “How about we just keep on believing then?”
I tookher back to my place. The electricity between us was as untamed as lightning, both completely natural and epic at the same time. So many times before at mine, so very many times, as soon as we’d closed the door, everything around us disappeared. It was like the walls of a set peeled away, leaving only us and whatever props we’d needed.
This time was no different. When you loved a woman the way I loved Maeve, her body never became unfamiliar. Yet the fact that every inch of her was known didn’t make it any less exciting.
When Maeve and I were face to face in the darkness of my living room, blood rushed to every limb. My fingers sizzled as I drew her dress up the length of her thighs, around her hips… they graced her silky stomach and sighed over the lace of her bra. My cock grew hot and hard in my pants, seeing her almost naked, save a mismatched set of bra and panties, and I smiled to myself thinking how I had the raw Maeve. The everyday Maeve.
Moonlight dripped along every curve of her body. I embraced her, and the sensation enveloped my body with a sense of home, of belonging, of the kind of comfort you sought to always return to.
We stood there for quite a few moments, simply feeling each other, unrushed. Present. I lowered my head to her neck and inhaled. This was and would always be a familiar scent that I craved. One that would trigger the best memories. Maeve smelled like musky flowers at dusk.
I hoisted her up around my waist, my dick gracing her thigh. I took her lips to mine and groaned, “My God, you’re making me feeling like I’m dreaming. I can’t wait to be buried inside you.”
I kissed her without abandon, snaked my tongue inside her mouth. I explored every inch, tasted her, kneaded her lips like I didn’t want to let go. Because I didn’t. But I’d wanted this for such a long time. I needed to connect us again. To make us one.
Her arms were draped around my neck. I walked her to the bedroom. When we got in there, I held on tightly and bent down to take a condom out of my drawer.
“Don’t worry. I’m on the pill,” she muttered.
As if my cock wasn’t already bursting at the seams, the thought of touching her insides with my bare skin sent a new surge of passion down into my thick shaft.
I pressed her up against a wall, and she clung to me tightly as I used my hands on her ass both to support her and to have a play. Reaching around, my fingers caressed her folds were already smooth and wet. The special feeling of the skin of her core, the smoothest, softest skin known to man, drove me wild.
When I buried myself in her for the first time in weeks, it was a homecoming. I eased my thick cock into her, and she gasped.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted you for far too long.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
She braced her legs around my sides, holding herself up as I plunged into her, wetting my shaft with her wanting, holding back my own because I could have released in a fucking millisecond she felt that good. I held her ass with one hand, trying to give her clit a play with the other.
“I don’t care, Drake. Just be here with me. Just be inside me. Trust me, you’re touching all the right places.”
I’d have to remember this position. I slid in and out of her, and my God, she’d never felt so good before. The heat of her core practically melted me. It certainly melted my restraint. My cock was irresistibly tight, and the harder I got, the better she felt.
“Fuck, Maeve. I can’t hold on much longer.”
I thrust into her with madness. And when she whispered, “Harder,” I went mad.
She thumped softly against the wall as I submerged myself to the hilt, reaching deep into her. She gave a soft moan, and the moment I’d been waiting for arrived. She let out a moan, and her channel fluttered around me. It felt a thousand degrees inside her as she clenched.
That was it, I drove into her three more times, harder than I’d meant to, the urge inside me impossible to tame. My release exploded, ferocious love pouring inside her. The heat of our love melted everything. My heart. My soul. My fucking mind.
We oozed away from the wall and to the bed. I’d never slept so soundly.