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I rub the patch of skin between my eyes and groan. Caffeine withdrawal has been giving me some killer headaches, but I haven’t had any since the morning of our wedding. With all the shit Maceo unloaded, it doesn’t fair well for my head.
“Migraine, Pixie?” My husband rubs my neck to ease the tension in my head. I give a contented groan, making him chuckle. “Lean back against me and let me take care of you.”
Don’t need to tell me twice. Maceo’s hands are magical. Firm when I need him to dig in, but then tender and as soft as butterfly wings to relax my aches. With one arm wrapped around my front, he uses his free hand to massage my neck, my shoulder, down my back, and over my hip. His massages typically lead to intense sex sessions. Not always, butusually.
It’s why I’m not surprised when his hand dips down the front of my panties and straight to my hot apex. Maceo slides his fingers through my dampening folds until he’s slipping a finger inside me.
Immediately, I respond with a soft whimper. Maceo smiles against my cheek, always enjoying the noises he pulls from me. He works his finger in deeper, pressing the heel of his palm against my pulsing clit as he rotates his digit.
My hooded eyes spring open, and I gasp. The back of my head rocks against his chest. Maceo hooks his finger to hit against my hidden bundle of nerves as he pumps his finger. Sensitized, I moan softly, rotating my hips as he moves his hand.
Maceo presses his lips to my temple while pressing his growing erection against my ass. “God, what you do to me with those little sex noises you make.”
“I’m close,” I admit weakly.
Quickly, Maceo pushes his boxer briefs down, my panties next. “Wait for me, beautiful. I want to be inside you. I need to feel your sweet pussy contract around me when I make you come.”
Maceo lifts my leg, allowing him to slide inside from behind. He doesn’t stop ‘till he’s to the hilt. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is already trying to milk me dry.” It is, and he hasn’t started moving yet.
Slowly, Maceo rotates his hips, pushing in and pulling out. As much as I would love for him to pound me into the bed, this unhurried pace is exactly what we need. We’ve already reconnected through communication, but we need to reconnect on an intimate level after our fight.
Maceo's hand touches my chin and tilts my face, allowing him to stare into my eyes. I gaze right back into his, coal-black from blown-out pupils. It’s like we’re trying to reach in and hold each other’s souls. The anxiety that has accumulated over the past week slips away until all that remains is him.
Maceo’s arm tightens around my midsection, pulling me flush against his chest. I hum with approval, loving how he wants us connected in every way. His hand snakes under my tank top and caresses the underside of my full breasts gently, being extra careful not to cause me discomfort.
When I’m this close to him, his fresh woodsy scent magnifies. I inhale deeply, letting his natural perfume saturate my senses. God, do I love his smell. If I could bottle it up and make cologne from it, I would. It’s earthy, manly, and all Maceo.
“Mmm.” I hook my leg over the back of his. He sinks in deeper, grinding his pelvis into my ass and dragging his frenum piercing along my G-spot. I bite my bottom lip to hold in my whimpers. If he keeps this up, I’ll come apart quickly.
Maceo brushes his thumb over my lips. “Nu-uh, Pixie. Don’t you dare hold back your moans from me. I want to hear every little noise that passes your lips.”
He forces his thumb past my teeth. I suck greedily on it, twirling my tongue around the thick digit the same way I would the head of his cock. He rumbles a feral sound, yanking his thumb from my mouth with a wet pop. I whimper at the loss of his lightly salty taste on my tongue, turning my head further to seek his lips.
He comes at me with a hungry growl and slants his mouth over mine, deepening the kiss. My tongue dances with his in a slow sensual tango, toying with his tongue piercing and making me groan with need. Maceo nips, sucks, and teases me with his mouth in all the ways I love.
It’s not long before I reach the summit of my pleasure. I’m going to come and I don’t want to go over the edge alone. I’m about to tell him to join me when he whispers in my ear. “Come with me.”
On his words, my body responds, jerking, and my pussy spasms, clamping around his hard length. Maceo’s mouth swallows my cries, and he groans, finding his release.
Wave after wave of aftershocks passes through me when his hot come spills into me. He doesn’t pull out when he’s done but stays seated deep inside of me. It’s his way of cuddling me once the deed is done—he doesn’t want us to separate, not for a second, and I feel the same.
For the first time in days, I experience no worries. I nearly weep with relief, grateful we’ve cleared the air. There is plenty to worry about, but at least I know what we’re facing, which offers comfort.
Slowly my husband slips out of me and rolls us ‘till I’m on my back, and he hovers above. “I hate to cut our honeymoon short, but we need to go home.”
“I agree. We’re needed at home,” I murmur, touching his lips with my fingertips. Devious as always, he nips at my fingers, making me giggle.
“There’s my Pixie,” he says with a smile. He sits up abruptly, pulling me with him and yanking my tank top over my head in one fluid movement. “Let's get cleaned up and head out.”
