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My hips stop, and I tense. “Baby, no. Please don’t be sorry.” I release my hold on her waist and bring my hand up to stroke a tear off her cheek.
When I move to pull out and turn her into my arms so I can soothe her, she shakes her head and kisses me, pushing her hips back to take my cock deeper inside her. “Don’t stop. I need this. I need to feel you.”
I groan and move again, this time in slow, aching glides where we both feel every inch of my cock move within her. I rain kisses on her neck and back, my hands caressing her stomach and breasts as she uses one hand to rub her clit.
She gasps and shudders as her orgasm rolls through her and I rock into her as she flutters around me, coaxing her through it with soft words of encouragement. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need. You’re perfect. So perfect.” I follow her over the edge moments later as she whispers she wants to feel me come. My lips press into her shoulder as I pump my release inside her with a groan.
When I pull out, she turns to look at me with a weak smile. She reaches up to my cheek and wipes away a tear I didn’t realize I’d shed. Neither of us speaks as we take turns washing each other, but emotion hangs in the air between us with each touch and sigh. She looks like a goddess with her sleek, wet black hair hanging over her shoulders, the water cascading off of her teardrop breasts and round hips.
We get out when the water cools, and dry off with more tender touches that leave me hard for her once more. But the dark circles under her eyes show me she needs rest more than anything else right now. So I pull her into my bed, where she kisses me over and over, holding onto me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear. My hands stroke up and down her back until she relaxes and sleep claims us both.
* * *
Mona’s weightshifting out of the bed rouses me, and I groan in protest, reaching out to pull her back against my chest. “Where are you going?” I murmur against her neck, inhaling the minty scent of her hair.
“Don’t worry, I’m not running away. Just need to pee,” she says, turning to press a kiss to my cheek, then sliding out from under the covers.
Gods, if I wasn’t already hard, seeing her gorgeous ass jiggle as she walks into the bathroom would be enough to make me stiff. I stretch and push myself up and out of the bed, waiting until I hear the sink running to join her in the bathroom. She startles as I open the door, squeezing too much toothpaste out onto her toothbrush with a small curse.
Moving behind her, I sweep her hair to the side as she brushes her teeth, then lean down to kiss her neck. Goosebumps scatter across her skin at the touch. My eyes lift to look at her through the mirror as I bring my hands up to cup her breasts, grinding my erection against her ass.
Her brows shoot up and I laugh, continuing to palm her tits lazily. When she leans forward to spit into the sink, my cock slips down and I can feel how wet she is.
“Can’t even brush my teeth,” she mutters, but she grinds back against me again.
“We need to make up for lost time.” And we don’t leave the bathroom until I show her just how much I want to make up for.
45
Max and I spend most of the day in his bed, fucking until we fall asleep from exhaustion, then waking up again with the need to feel each other. Eventually, my stomach grumbles in protest, and he brings me a tray of snacks, fussing over me until I eat what he considers enough, and then we’re on each other again.
When our bodies’ hunger finally feels somewhat sated, he reluctantly lets me shower and get dressed again. I head into the kitchen and dig around for something to cook us for dinner while he’s taking his own, separate shower—I didn’t trust us taking one together. He doesn’t have much in the house, though, so I give up on my feeble attempt at domesticity and order a pizza. Maybe the heavy cheese and bread combo will be enough to dampen my insatiable desire for Max, at least temporarily.
Once Max finishes showering, and the pizza arrives, we settle down on the couch. His hand plays along my thigh, squeezing and caressing me like he can’t stand not touching me. I’m not much better—I keep interrupting his meal with kisses. Eventually, he gives up and sets down his plate on the coffee table, turning to give me an amused look.
I smile back sheepishly, taking his hand in mine. “Sorry, I can’t seem to stop. You sure you’re not using your powers on me?” I wince as soon as I say the teasing words and look down at my lap. “Shit. I didn’t mean it like that. I shouldn’t joke about it, especially not so soon…”
“Hey.” He places a finger under my chin and tilts my face to look him in the eyes. “All I care about is that you’re here with me. You can joke as much as you want. I know I’m going to tease you for making me your personal dream sex toy.”
I snort at his phrasing. “I deserve it. But in my defense, I didn’t know what I was doing! It’s not my fault you’re so hot that my sleeping mind wanted you enough to pull you into my dreams.”
“I don’t know…for as much as we pretended that I’m the stalker in this relationship, I think you’ve been the pervert this whole time.” Max bites his full lower lip to keep from cracking a smile.
I shove him in the chest. “I’m not a pervert!” Taking a bite of my pizza with an indignant grumble, I almost choke on it. Max cackles, and I glare back at him after my coughing fit ends. “Okay, maybe I am a pervert. But if I’m a pervert, then what does that make you?”
“A poor, unsuspecting half-succubus corrupted by your insatiable desires,” he deadpans.
“And just like that, I’m cured of all my perversions.” I stand up and frown down at him. “I should go. No need to keep me around now that I’ve given up my impure, lustful ways.”
He yanks me back down onto his lap. My skin tingles through the thin fabric of my leggings where his hands grip my hips to keep me there. “I’d want you around even if you never touched me again.”
I wiggle my ass against the firm ridge in his sweatpants. “That monster in your pants says otherwise.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t constantly yearn for your touch.” He reaches up and plays with a strand of my hair, pinning me with his soul searching gaze. “But I’d endure, if it meant I still had you in my life. You’re so damn special to me, Mona. Not just because of the insane sex. But because you’re you—smart, brave, hilarious, spectacular you. You saved my life, for fuck’s sake.”
Tears prick my eyes at the raw sincerity in his voice. I take a deep inhale, steadying myself so I don’t turn into a blubbery mess. “I may have saved your life in the literal sense—which, by the way, I’d like you to address me as ‘my savior’ from now on—”
“Not Queen Mona, heir of Isildur and wielder of Andúril?” Max interrupts with a smirk.
