Page 74 of More Than My Hometown

“Only for you.”

“Mmmmm.” Lowering my hands, I dip my fingers into her, making sure to graze her clit along the way. “Judging by how wet you are, you enjoyed that. A lot. Tell me, baby. You like sucking my cock?”

My thumb finds her clit, circling slowly, her breath hitching, those perfect tits at eye level. Only problem is these damn shorts. Removing my hand, I tug her shorts down as quick as I can, sneaking a taste of her off my fingers, then pull her back into my lap. Her bare, wet pussy grazes along my shaft, bringing it back to life.

“Not yet,” I whisper into her ear, holding her back from sinking down on my cock. “You still need to come.”

“I will⁠—”

I shake my head, my hand slipping back between her legs. She whimpers, giving in to me. Good—because there is no way she’s not getting hers. Not after what she just did for me. Fuck, I’ll spend all night making her come over and over again after that.

Sliding two fingers inside her, I angle my wrist just right, rubbing the heel of my hand against her clit. Gasping, Maisey grabs on to my shoulders, moving her hips in time with my motions.

“That’s it, baby, ride my hand. You were such a good girl sucking my dick, now be a good girl and come for me.”

“Ewan!”

My name is like a curse on her lips as her body goes taut, eyes slamming shut, an orgasm taking over. Capturing her mouth in a kiss, I hold on, not letting her go—never wanting to let her go—trying to make this last forever.

“Inside me, now. Please,” she demands, her climax barely finished.

Gripping me harder, she shifts, lining herself up with my dick and easing herself onto my shaft. We both groan, the collective sound of relief, pleasure, and coming together mixing as our bodies join. Her pussy is wet, tight, and welcoming. Like sliding into home.

As amazing as it is, though, I need more. I need her. I need the connection that comes only from us joining together like this.

So I pull out. Not all the way, but enough. Then slam back in. Maisey cries out, throwing her head back, her pussy gripping me tighter. So I do it again. And again.

“Yes!”

We find our rhythm—a mix of hard and fast with slow and drawn out—both of us losing ourselves in it. We’re a mess of limbs and movements, trying to be careful of my foot, Maisey riding me, keeping me hypnotized. Keeping me locked in, right where I belong.

Here. With her.

The two of us. Together. As one.

Maisey picks up the pace and I can tell she’s close. She doesn’t need to say anything; I’ve learned her body. Her telltale signs. What will make her come undone. And the deep need to do that fills me. To be the one who knows that. Who has the power.

Reaching down, my thumb finds her clit and I start to circle slowly. Maisey whimpers, rolling her hips.

“That’s it, baby. Use my cock. I want to make you come.” I lean forward, flicking her nipple with my tongue, feeling the tingle of my own climax prick at my skin.

But I need to get Maisey there first.

I turn my focus to her nipples, knowing the combination of that and her clit will be her undoing. Throwing her head back, she thrusts her chest toward me, so I double down. Any moment now…

“Together…please…” she begs.

Together? Fuck, yes.

I shift, changing my angle inside her, getting deeper. I thrust harder, focusing on nothing but our new target. Our destination. Getting us there and tumbling us over that edge. Together.

Maisey clamps down on me, her pussy trying to coax my orgasm from me, so I go harder. I give in to this. To us. Let our bodies take control.

“Ewan!”

Maisey screams out, her pussy gripping me like a bear trap, and she lurches forward, burying her head into my neck. That’s all it takes, yanking me over that cliff with her, my climax hitting me like a bolt of lightning, shooting straight through my limbs. I hold on to her tighter, not ready to give this up—to let her go—riding out the waves of pleasure as they course through us.

Hearts racing, we stay like this for a long while, trying to catch our breath and basking in the afterglow. I’ve never felt calmer or more at peace than I do right now, with her in my arms, after coming together like that. I wish I had a way to tell her how she makes everything inside me still—in a good way. That I want us to spend the rest of our lives just like this.