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Oh, I could definitely do that. I pulled out and snapped my hips forward and Maggie cried out in pleasure. I did it again, and again, pulling at her hair, and soon she was screaming out a constant stream of yes, yes, yes as I fucked her with abandon. Fuck, I was able to get so deep into her this way. It was amazing. I was practically going cross-eyed with how good it felt, all of that tight heat around me from balls to tip, and Maggie sounded like she was already in the middle of orgasm.
Why the hell had it taken us so long to try us this way? Jesus Christ, I was already so close to coming, and Maggie didn’t sound all that far behind.
I let go of her hair and reached around to rub at her clit and she screamed so loudly I was sure she’d wake up the neighbors, even with a bit of distance between our house and theirs. I could feel her clench and ripple around me as she came and I fucking lost it, shooting my load deep inside of her, feeling so drained and good that I nearly collapsed.
Fuck. Sex had never in my life been as mind blowing as it was with Maggie.
She was a mess afterwards, and so was I, so we took a quick shower, washing each other off under the spray, laughing and teasing before finally collapsing into bed. I was worried that I might have to persuade her to stay, that Maggie might try and leave, but to my surprise she just climbed into bed with me like she hadn’t even considered not staying the night.
It warmed my heart, more than I could say, and I nearly tripped in my haste to join her in bed, to wrap my arms around her.
I slept better than night than I had in years, with Maggie in my arms. I was dead to the world until my alarm went off, and I was glad that I’d set it, because otherwise we might have just kept sleeping for ages. She was still asleep as I woke up, safe in my arms, like she trusted me.
I wanted to earn this every morning. I wanted Maggie to trust me, truly, always, and to feel like she could let her guard down around me. She had been willing to, once, and I had fucked that up, and I wanted to earn that place in her life and heart again.
Before she could wake up, I slid out of bed and went downstairs. As tempting as it was to just lie in bed with her, to watch as she slowly moved to wakefulness and perhaps even kiss her awake… I wanted to make her breakfast first, and I couldn’t do that if I was distracted by her.
Just as I was getting the first round of pancakes ready, I heard her come down the stairs. I smiled to myself without even thinking about it, warmth flooding through me. “Breakfast is ready!” I called.
Maggie stepped into the kitchen as I turned around, and my heart skipped a beat.
She was wearing one of my shirts. It was oversized on her, just enough that the collar was slipping down her shoulder a bit, and while she might’ve been wearing underwear underneath, the shirt was long enough—down to the tops of her thighs—that I couldn’t be sure. Her hair was rumpled from sleep, and fuck, seeing her in my clothes like that, I couldn’t even describe it.
“Good morning,” Maggie said, smiling up at me, and I thought I detected a sly little glint in her eye, like she knew what she was doing to me by wearing my shirt like that.
I pulled her in, kissing her. Fuck, I wanted to drag her upstairs and make love to her all day long, over and over, until we forgot that the outside world even existed. But that wasn’t how our lives went—one of us, at least, had to get back to their daily responsibilities and I knew that Maggie wouldn’t forgive me if I distracted her from taking care of Fern.
Maggie gave into my kissing, looping her arms around my neck, and fuck, it was so domestic and easy it made something settle inside of my chest. I felt greedy, wanting this every morning, just one day of it not enough—no taste of Maggie was enough. I needed all of her.
“I’ll never get breakfast at this rate,” Maggie warned me as I planted kiss after kiss on her full, lush mouth. She was laughing as she said it, though, so I figured she wasn’t truly upset.
I pulled away nonetheless and let her eat. It was lighthearted, relaxed, even though neither of us spoke much. The comfortable silence was something I hadn’t even known that I needed until I had it. The ability to just sit with someone and be quiet with them… how had I gone so long thinking that wasn’t something that I needed in a partner? It was soothing.
