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“What do you think?” I asked.
“I think it has a very nice, comfortable looking bed,” Maggie teased.
“You want to test out the mattress?” I asked, stepping up to her from behind and gently, slowly wrapping my arms around her waist. I didn’t want her to be reminded of the way that asshole had held her, like she was a rag doll to just toss around and abuse.
Maggie sank back against my chest and hummed.
“We can always just sleep, if you’re too tired,” I promised. She could very well not want to do anything sexual after what had happened, and almost happened, tonight.
Maggie seemed to consider this. She interlinked our fingers and tipped her head back to rest it on my shoulder. “I want to feel… safe,” she said, after a long, quiet moment. “You make me feel safe. And I want to feel you. I was looking forward to showing that lingerie off for you, to being all sexy, I wanted to—to have that with you. I don’t want Leo to have taken that from us. Does that make sense? I don’t want him to have that kind of power over me, or us, I want us to continue on as if he’s nothing because he is nothing, really. He’s a nobody. He’s pathetic.”
I was struck all over again by how brave Maggie was. “Do you know what an amazing person you are?” I mused, kissing slowly up her neck.
Maggie scoffed and I couldn’t see it but I was pretty sure she was rolling her eyes.
“I mean it,” I told her, my lips brushing against her with every word I said. Maggie shivered. “You went after me even though you had no idea if I would reciprocate, you put it all on the line. And then after I was hurtful and rejected the idea of us you didn’t break down. You were courageous and mature about it. And you chose to raise a child all on your own, and to grow up faster than you had to because of it. You’ve done all of this hard work by yourself. And then—after what just happened—fuck, nobody could blame you for breaking down but you didn’t. You helped me move everything, you called the police, you took care of things.”
Maggie turned her head so that our lips brushed together. “You really are wondrous,” I told her.
“I think you’re not so bad yourself,” Maggie replied, and her voice was a little strained like she was trying to make it teasing but instead it came out as low and soft. Heavy with meaning.
I slid my hand down her body, teasing at the hem of her underwear. “Are you sure you want…” I started, but Maggie fondly rolled her eyes at me. I grinned. “Well, all right then.”
I ran my fingers over her body, drawing close to where she wanted me, but not actually touching her. Maggie mewled, pushing back against me, grinding her ass against my cock so that I started to get harder. That minx. Turnabout was fair play though, I supposed, and I was teasing her.
All right then. Time to stop teasing.
I slid my hand between her legs and drew my fingers up and down along her folds through the lace of her underwear, rubbing at her clit. Maggie gasped, arching, and I ground my cock against her ass in slow, rolling movements.
“Cal,” she gasped, and fuck, I was never going to get tired of hearing my name in her voice like that. “This was—this was what I was hoping—when I changed into the lingerie—I wanted you to just… just take me…”
“You’re lucky I’m considerate about how expensive these probably were,” I noted. “Because otherwise I’d rip them off you.”
Maggie whimpered like that was one of the hottest things she’d ever heard. I rubbed at her clit directly with the pads of two of my fingers and she seized up, gasping and trembling. “Cal—Cal, I’m—I’m gonna—”
After the night she’d had, I figured she deserved a sweet, sharp little orgasm to help take the edge off. “Go ahead,” I coaxed, seizing her earlobe in my teeth and tugging. “Come for me, baby girl.”
Maggie moaned and went boneless in my arms, sagging back against me, as I rubbed her straight off the edge and into orgasm. She looked fantastic like this, relaxing, giving herself over to the pleasure. I wanted her to forget all about the unpleasantness of earlier tonight. I wanted her to forget what it had felt like to have that man’s hands on her for even a second. I wanted her to only know pleasure.
I kissed along her neck as she rode out her orgasm, clinging to me, like I was her ship in a storm. I loved how much she trusted me, how much she let me do to her, and see of her.
