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He raises a brow, chuckling. He shoves back onto his knees, and I sit up with him, my hands going to his sweatpants. I tug, trying to get them down, but he stops me with a hand on mine, a grin on his face. “Baby, let me get off the bed.”
Huffing out a deep breath, my eyes are full of desire as he climbs off the bed. Sitting up on the bed, desire courses through my limbs. Max is barely on his feet before I’m standing in front of him, my hands trailing over his abs.
“Who’s the impatient one now?” he teases.
“Can’t help it. I need you.” My fingers grip the waist of his sweatpants, pulling them down his legs to his feet. He kicks his sneakers off and lifts one foot, then the other. As soon as I have them off, I grab his boxers, yanking them down. His huge cock springs free and my hand wraps around it, stroking him from base to tip. I do this a few times, my gaze watching the pleasure on his face. The tension in his jaw, the way he sucks in a breath, leaning his head back.
“Fuck, Irelynn, I need to be inside you.” He pushes me back onto his bed, grabbing my hips and pulling me to the edge of his bed. He grabs his cock, pressing the head against my center, rubbing it against my soaked pussy.
“Max, please.” I bite my lip, arching my hips toward him, wanting him inside me.
He pushes into me, inch by inch, teasing me. I groan, pushing my hips against him, trying to force him to go deeper, faster, but he has his hand braced on my hip, holding me in place.
Once he is pressed all the way inside me, we both let out a loud moan. His forehead presses against mine, his breathing shallow, as though he’s trying to restrain himself. His lips meet mine, kissing me slowly, sensually, and his body moves to the same rhythm.
It is absolutely divine. My hands wrap around his neck, moving with him. Sex has never felt like this with anyone. It feels like I’m drowning as our bodies move in unison, melting into the bed beneath me.
My chest swells with longing, but I’m afraid to focus on what that might mean. The intense connection between us as he pulls back, his blue eyes glossy and unblinking. The adoration for me spilling through in his rapt attention to my every expression and movement, right now and in every single moment we are together.
“Max, oh fuck.” I bite my lip, my pleasure swelling as my thighs tense around him. “I need more.” I press my heels into his back, using him as leverage.
“Fuck, beautiful.” He thrusts into me harder. “You’re so fucking wet.” Our gazes lock on one another, watching every reaction the other makes. He looks at me the same way I look at him—as though we are drowning in the things we want to say but are unable.
He slams into me, then slowly pulls out, over and over, and soft whimpers leave my mouth as my pussy tightens around him. His fingers grip me, lifting my hips with every thrust.
“Max,” my voice comes out in a whisper. I want to say his full name, but I can’t. He seems to know that. His face softens as he watches me. He pulls my leg higher, spreading me wider, his fingers moving to my clit.
“Fuck Irelynn.” He squeezes his eyes shut, then opens them, as though he’s fighting to maintain control. To not let loose before I do. It’s too much for me, watching him nearly come undone as he thrusts into me, his large cock hitting me in all the right places.
“Oh fuck, Max,” I pant as his thumb presses against my clit.
Our eyes meet and everything around us shatters. There are no pretenses in this moment, just pure raw emotion being pulled from us with every movement of our bodies. The walls around our hearts drop, displaying what we are both feeling.
I clench around him, and my mouth opens, screaming his name. At the same moment, he shudders, slamming into me, his warm cum filling my body as I tremor around him, squeezing his cock, my pussy milking his orgasm. He curses, a loud groan coming from deep within his throat.
He collapses on top of me, our hearts pounding together, his face buried in my neck. I stroke the hairs at the nape of his neck, the emotions overwhelming yet calming.
When our breathing starts to regulate, I kiss him gently, cupping his face.
I’m trying to fool myself into believing this is lust, but I’m only deluding myself. From the second I met him; it was like meeting the other half of my soul—divine, magnetic, predestined. It was random and unexpected and nothing about it makes sense. Yet I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt. Like he’s my kindred spirit.
It feels like I’ve known him forever. Like we are meant to be.
As though I’ve come home.
Chapter thirty-four
Irelynn
October4,2018,1:00p.m.
The weeks have flown by and it’s now October fourth. Autumn is my favorite season and having Max in my life to share it with me has made this year more special than ever. We’ve gone on runs, hikes, and rides through the woods with our two best friends, Vanessa and Darin, who seem well on their way to a budding romance after the party a few weeks ago. Seeing my best friend’s face glowing with happiness makes me giddy. She deserves the world.
I’m beginning to believe Vanessa was right when she said this will be our best year of college ever.
Max and I have grown increasingly closer and when we aren’t in class or he isn’t working, we spend every possible moment together. Of course, I’ve spent my fair share of time in Darin’s garage with Max, and sometimes Vanessa and I go together to see the guys.
But there are two things that dampen my happiness, swirling like a dark cloud overhead that threatens to spoil my bliss. The first is William. And the second is Max’s past, which he still hasn’t revealed to me.
