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We shed our clothes slowly, piece by piece, hands roaming without hurry over each other’s bodies, every dip and contour, every scar and shadow. I chase his mouth, nipping at his lower lip. My arm is starting to ache again but I don’t want him to stop touching me, even if it means a little pain.
We end up in my bedroom, where Max lays me back against the pillows, bracketing me carefully with his body. I wrap my legs around his hips, his waist, urging him closer. I want every inch of him pressed against me, because there’s something in the reassuring weight and heat of him that grounds me.
Every kiss, every touch, is deliberate. It’s intimacy in a way we’ve never had before—we’re healing something that was broken between us, bringing it back to life with tenderness and care.
Max moves above me, his hands and mouth running over every part of me until I’m trembling with anticipation, my dick hard and aching as it rolls against my belly. His touch is urgent but soft, like he’s afraid to take too much. But I want more—Ineedmore. I arch up into him and he responds by deepening the kiss, pressing his body closer to mine.
I can feel every inch of him against me, from his hot breath on my neck to the press of his thighs against my hips. By now, I can barely think past the need that’s coursing through my veins and making my head spin.
All I can focus on is Max, and how desperately I want him inside me.
He reaches over for the lube, and I watch him squeeze out a load of it into his hand. “Do you want...?” he asks, nodding at the nightstand, where a couple of condoms are still lying there in their wrappers.
“No,” I tell him with a smile. “No. We’re past that. Just you, Max. Just you and me and nothing standing between us anymore. Okay?”
He leans in again to kiss me, his hand nudging its way between my cheeks. “Okay,” he murmurs, and his fingers find my hole, begin teasing me open.
Just when I’m not sure I can stand it any longer, he shifts his weight and pushes into me in one slow thrust. For a moment everything stops as we both revel in the sensation. Then Max starts to move, setting a leisurely pace that slowly builds until we’re both breathing hard and gasping for air. Every movement sends waves of pleasure radiating out from where we’re joined together until all I can feel is him—his heat, his sweat mingling with mine—and the fire that’s building within me with each passing second.
And all through it, he’s so careful. So gentle, so aware of my wounded arm, so concerned with my pleasure, not his...
I bury my head into Max’s shoulder and focus on the stretch in my ass, encouraging him in by tightening my legs around his waist. And then he finds that spot inside me, and I can’t stop the choking cry that tears out of my throat.
His arms come around me, and he starts to fuck me faster, harder, and I’m lost in a haze of pleasure that overwhelms everything else until all I can think about is how good it feels to be with him.
How good and howright...
He’s with me every step of the way, murmuring encouragement, making suggestions into my ear that get more and more filthy the closer I get. He’s close too, I can feel it in the way he’s shaking above me, the gasps he can’t hold back. His thrusts are erratic and his rhythm is faltering. So I tighten my arm around him and start to roll my hips in time with his, and he lets out a low moan that lights up something primal deep inside me.
“That’s the way,” he groans. “Just like that, yeah, just like that...”
His mouth finds my neck as he fucks me hard and deep. I can feel the tension building in him, his fingers digging into my skin.
“Come for me,” I urge him, breathless. “Come for me...comeinme, Max, come on, give it to me...”
His hand is on my dick and I can feel it building inside me, too, that familiar tingling that spreads through my limbs…I can feel it, right there, just out of reach—just a little more…
His body stills for a second as he comes with a long moan, surging into me, and I feel the surge of his orgasm, the hot spurts painting me on the inside, and it’s exactly what I need. I thrust into his hand one last time and let it all flood out of me as Max encourages me through it, rough affection in his voice.
The aftershocks leave me shaking, head swimming, arm aching more sharply than before. But Max’s weight on top of me is familiar, and his dick is still inside me, softer now, but a comfort all of its own.
The real world only comes back in pieces. The scent of him, the sweat and sex and the gun oil that’s never far from his skin. The feel of his breath on my neck, his warmth against my skin. The thud of our heartbeats, slowing but heavy still.
No one else has ever made me feel like this—so safe, so dangerous, so complete, so utterlywrecked, and all at the same time. Like I’m flying apart and he’s the only thing keeping track of the pieces, but I can trust him to put me back together again.
Max eventually gets a damp cloth to clean us up, then makes me take another painkiller before crawling back into bed and wrapping himself around me again. I’ve been looking at my phone in the meantime. Everyone’s checked in—Honeybee particularly horrified, with a lot of crying emojis, but Nico is with her, and Giddy too, I’m relieved to hear.
But Van, Tank and Jazz all report no sightings of Pony.
With Max’s arms around me and the dawn not far away, I finally let the exhaustion settle into my bones. But there’s one more thing I need to say before I let sleep take me.
“You were right about the sex,” I mumble into the dark. “It’s not just sex. Not with you.”
There’s no response for a moment and I wonder if he already drifted off. But then his arms tighten around me and his lips find the nape of my neck.
I feel rather than hear him saying something, his lips forming words that I think I understand, that frighten as well as fill me with joy, words that are new between us…
Words that I want to hear him say out loud, when the time is right.
