Maggie Moves On(72)

“Silas!”

He held there, sheathed in her fist-tight grip. His toes dug into the mattress, hips pinning her down so he could stay deep.

“Breathe, darlin’,” he growled. And when Maggie sucked in a breath and slowly let it out, he slid the final inch home. Finally. She was his.

His senses obsessively cataloged everything there was to know about Maggie in this moment. Sweat-slicked skin, wet folds spread around his cock, round, firm breasts pressed against his chest. Her legs, forced open by his hips, trembled against him. But those long, strong fingers dug into his shoulders as if to hold him inside her forever.

She got impossibly tighter around his shaft, and there was no loosening this time, no chance to catch his breath. He had to move before he lost his damn mind.

It took every shred of willpower to ease out of her, to abandon that wet, hot world he’d just discovered. And as soon as he was out, he needed to go home again. The second thrust was harder than the first, and he told himself he needed to slow down, to ease up, to be gentle.

But she was digging those short nails into his back and squeezing him with those strong thighs. Begging him with her body to take her, to show her what she did to him.

He began to move, slow, measured drives that took him to the very bottom of her. His dick swelled every time she let out one of those breathy little moans.

Breathing in the scent of her hair, he clamped his hands around her wrists and held them over her head. Her body went loose under him, as if she were surrendering to him. And that, he realized, was what he wanted most from her. Here in his bed, Maggie gave up her control to him. He cuffed both of her hands with one of his and reached down to force one of her knees higher, wider. He was enveloped by her, consumed by her.

The angle added a new, exquisite torture to what she was doing to him. He wanted to come. He wanted to let go and mindlessly rut into her until he couldn’t take another second of it.

It wasn’t until he felt the flutter of her muscles working his cock that he realized he’d done exactly that. Pistoning into her, daring her to take more, to want more.

“Silas,” she breathed, “I need to—” She cut herself off with the kind of whimper he’d spend the rest of his life fantasizing about.

“I know, baby. Let it happen.”

“But I want more.” Her confession damned his soul.

“You’ll have it. I’ll give you more until you can’t take it. Now let yourself go.” His command was accompanied by mean, measured thrusts. Grinding into her until she could no longer hide from her release.

The flutter became a wave. And as it built, he brought his forehead to hers.

“Let go, Maggie. Come on my dick.” He walked her right up to the edge and then shoved her over with exactly what she needed. His cock bottoming out, throbbing inside her.

She shattered around him. And maybe something in him shattered with her as she rode out her climax in undulating waves that threatened to force his own release.

He wanted to howl at the moon. To beat his chest. He wanted to hear his fucking name from her lips.

“Say it,” he said, dragging his cock out of her body before driving it back into her quivering flesh. “Say my name, Maggie.”

“Silas!” It was a broken cry, a moan, a prayer.

It was everything he wanted, and he only barely managed to hold himself back. It took every ounce of willpower not to let those seductive squeezes milking his shaft make him come.

“That’s right, darlin’. That’s right,” he said against her ear as he fucked her slowly, thoroughly, wringing every last second of pleasure out of her climax.

Sweat dotted his brow and his shoulders as she went limp beneath him.

It felt so right to be inside her.

“Maggie, baby.” His groan was guttural. They were sweaty. Dirty. Deranged for each other. He felt her tongue dart out to taste his neck.

She was coming back into her body now. Hands slid down his back to grip his ass, nails digging in again. When he rewarded her with a hard thrust, her hips rose to meet him, and he could feel that pulse in her core, begging for him to satisfy the renewed need.

“You don’t have to hold back, Silas,” she breathed. “I won’t break.”

“You might,” he warned her. She had no idea what primitive, selfish cravings she’d unleashed inside him.

“Try me.”

The dare, the effect of her words on him, was instantaneous. She’d given him permission to take as much as he wanted as hard as he wanted. Unrestrained, he became a force of nature. He felt an evolutionary drive to make this woman his own. To give her his very essence.

She clung to him as he worked her body closer and closer to the point of no return. They used teeth and tongues on each other as sweat soaked their skin. He couldn’t stop the chase, couldn’t relish the journey. Because he knew what waited for him at the finish line.

Together, their rough edges created something sharp and beautiful. Something otherworldly and brand-new.

He nuzzled against her ear, whispering the kind of things men didn’t say in the light of day. Every dirty promise, every dark confession, every secret fantasy. And she was there with him. Trembling under him. Whispering his name. Chanting “yes” over and over again. He’d unlocked something in her as well as he slammed into her, finding her deepest point and holding fast for a second.