Maggie Moves On(73)
“You feel so fucking perfect,” he gritted out. “You’re gonna come for me again before I let go.”
Roughly, he shoved his arms under her thighs, folding her in on herself. She was secured to him, open and vulnerable. Spread wide. With the change in angle, the head of his dick nudged the perfect spot inside her on every wild thrust. Again and again, he pumped into her. Mating. Rutting. Pillaging. Her nails made his skin sing.
He felt his cock thicken and lengthen as his release became imminent. Wide-eyed, Maggie gasped, feeling it. He rammed into her harder, faster, grunting against her neck. Desperate to find release.
“Come for me now,” he commanded. “Don’t hold back on me, Maggie.”
“Silas!” She wasn’t quiet now. And neither was he. When she clamped down on his shaft, he lost his fucking mind on a long, guttural groan. He was coming with her. His entire body tensed as his climax exploded up from the root of his dick just as she closed those hellfire muscles around his cock. It was too much. Not enough. More than he could handle. He poured himself into her as she bucked and begged and came.
Gutted. Hollow. Sated. His orgasm ripped him apart and put him back together again.
Long after she quit quivering around him, he held deep inside her, knowing it still wasn’t enough. Knowing he would never be the same.
26
The man went from easygoing flirt to savage lover in a heartbeat. Maggie was consumed by Silas Wright from the inside out. Her ears were ringing from the orgasm that hit her so fast, so hard, she was still dizzy.
His cock was still buried in her. His body was pressing hers into the mattress. She couldn’t tell if she was being seductively smothered or if her cardiovascular endurance was so poor that two orgasms were the equivalent of a marathon.
Two orgasms that had exorcised every rational thought from her brain. There were no to-do lists, no schedules, no concerns circling when Silas Wright was making her come.
“Am I crushing you?” His voice was muffled by her hair.
“Maybe. I can’t tell,” she wheezed.
On a sigh, he rolled, reversing their positions. She sprawled across his chest with him still inside her. He was also still reasonably hard.
“How is that physically possible?” she murmured, her finger tracing a shape through his chest hair.
“What?” he asked, brushing his knuckles over one of her nipples. His eyes were closed, and there was a sleepy, smug smile playing at his mouth.
“That,” she repeated and squeezed her inner muscles around him.
He grunted and stroked a hand up and down her spine. “That is what weeks of fantasizing about you does to a man.”
“That’s a lot of fantasizing,” she mused. “Did I live up to your internal hype?”
Those gray eyes opened to study her. He slid a hand behind his head. “Baby, you surpassed it. My filthy fantasies have nothing on the real thing.”
“So it was good?” she clarified.
He hooked her under the arms and pulled her higher so her breasts were in line with his mouth. “Darlin’, I don’t know what goes on in that busy mind of yours, but there is no way on this green earth that you could be thinking that was anything but the best sex either of us has ever had.”
She relaxed against him and went back to idly tracing shapes on his chest.
“In fact, if I hadn’t been so rough with you and hadn’t lost most of my body’s water content into a condom, I’d go for the instant replay.” His tongue darted out to stroke over her nipple.
Her lips curved, and she pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Did I hurt you, Mags?” he asked gruffly.
Tomorrow morning, she would be walking like John Wayne after a day on a horse, but she’d wear it proudly. “You didn’t hurt me. I wanted it like that,” she confessed, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
“I don’t know if you noticed, but you let go. You trusted me,” he said, sounding smug.
Oh, she’d noticed all right. In the moment, it had felt so right. So good. But now, thinking about it was scaring the hell out of her. She didn’t just hand over the reins to someone else. That was exactly how people got hurt.
“Uh-uh,” Silas said, giving her a light slap on the ass. “Come out of your head, Mags.” He reared up and took her pebbled nipple into his mouth and sucked.
She let out the breath she was holding.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “I’ll keep doling out orgasms if it keeps you present.”
“I should go home,” she stammered. She should go home and overthink everything.
“Oh no you don’t. Kevin and Cody are there. Dean’s probably back, too. Now it’s time for me to tell you what I think,” he said. He shifted her to straddle him, his cock still semihard inside her.
“What do you think?” She wasn’t sure she actually wanted to know. There were some things a woman might never recover from.
“I think you’re wound so tight in daily life that you need a place where you can let go of all those things you’re holding on to. Where you can give that control over to someone else. Where you can be taken care of.” Leisurely, he gave her other nipple a lick. “And I think you needing me to take charge was something I very desperately wanted.”