There was no way I could stop myself from dipping my head and dragging my tongue over one stiff peak. Even her sweat tasted sweet.
“Max,” she breathed out on a pleasure-filled moan.
I started pushing into her and pulling out faster, harder. I pulled one stiff tip into my mouth and sucked, drawing the blood to the surface and feeling her writhe beneath me. “I want to…” I murmured against her skin. “I want to feel you get off right along with me.” I couldn’t help the words that came out of me.
I didn’t even try to stop them.
And when she pulled my face up to hers with her hands on my cheeks and kissed me, I knew nothing short of death would ever keep me from Abigail.
Chapter Eleven
Abigail
The pain and discomfort was almost too much to handle at first, and I knew it hurt Max that I was uncomfortable. But this wasn’t his fault. It was inevitable. This moment was what I’d fantasized so many times. I knew what to expect, and I’d been as ready as I could have ever been.
Now, I just wanted to let go and enjoy it.
And with each passing second, that discomfort morphed into something more, something more pleasurable and intense.
That uncomfortable feeling started to heat inside me, started to feel good, powerful. His penetration had been sudden, heart-stopping, and like nothing I’d ever imagined before.
But now it felt good. It felt so good.
His muscles were tight beneath my hands. I curled my nails harder into his flesh when he started pulling out and pushing back in. Euphoria started to fill me.
Seeing how much he was trying to control himself, to go slow for me, made this moment mean so much more to me, but under his self-restraint, I saw the way he was slipping, his strength fraying, because the pleasure was too much. And when he started moving in and out of me at a steady pace, I couldn’t help but open up and let all the emotions and sensations move through me like they were clearly doing for him.
We were covered in sweat, his body moving fluidly over mine, the massiveness of his form hovering above me, using his power to show me how good it could be.
A flash of pleasure slammed into me. “Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, hopefulness in his strained voice.
I nodded. “Yes, it feels good, Max. So good.”
He was slow and easy, but I knew that wouldn’t last. I hoped it wouldn’t.
The feeling of his hardness to my softness, of his masculinity to my femininity, had me emotionally as well as physically reaching that pleasurable high I’d always imagined with him.
“Kiss me,” I said on a whispered moan, needing him in all ways, both of us connected everywhere.
And he did just that, right away, not making me wait even a second.
He started really moving then. Gone was the slow and easy, and in its place was fast and hard.
“Yes,” he hissed against my lips. He pulled out of me an inch, only so the broad head was now lodged in my pussy. He wasn’t kissing me anymore, but his lips were pressed to mine, both of us sharing the same air as we grappled with the situation.
He thrust back into me, harder, with determination. I gasped, loving every second of it.
“Damn, it’s so fucking good.” He thrust deep in me again, pushing me up on the mattress. His motions were almost frantic. “Do you understand, really fucking understand, what you mean to me?” He’d pulled back then. Looking at my face.
I nodded slowly. And I did understand. He loved me with the same fierceness I loved him.
And with every inch he sank into me, I felt claimed… owned.
He pushed up slightly and leaned back, looking between my legs. He watched as he moved his cock in and out of my body.
I lifted up, wanting to see what he saw, and braced my upper body on my elbows. I gasped at the erotic sight.
He pulled out and pushed back in, streaks of my virgin blood coating his glossy length.
He looked so big between my thighs, his thick dick plunging in and out of me, stretching me. He shifted a little more so he was on his knees, grabbed my hips, and pulled me down just an inch so he was deep in me. He used his thumbs to pull apart my pussy lips, and the fact that he had his hands there, as well as his cock buried in me, had me nearly orgasming right then.
“Your virginity will always be mine,” he said almost to himself, his focus where he fucked me. “And mine will always be yours. Only yours.”
“Max.” His name came from me on this ecstasy-filled breath. Watching the play of his muscles as he thrust into me, fucked me, like we’d both been waiting for years to do, was surreal.