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Maxi closed her eyes and let a full-body shudder of ecstasy pass over her. She tried to stay as still as possible in order to let it fully overtake her. She wanted to experience it as completely as she could, without the distraction of movement. Even though it felt like every muscle in her body was straining, urging her to flail her limbs around, to thrash her head back and forth, to clench her fists in Billy’s hair and pull his face in closer to her center, to let out a primal scream that would tear from the depths of her chest—she resisted each and every one of those urges for as long as she could.
Still, as Billy’s tongue moved slowly and deliberately up and down her sex, the pressure in her belly continued to build at a fever-like pace. She was a volcano, and the lava was rising closer and closer to the surface with each second, building towards an explosive eruption that she knew was inevitable. She just wanted to discipline herself to milk every little bit of pleasure that she could from this experience before her body spun completely out of her control.
With each stroke of his tongue, every nerve ending in her body fired off a little electric spark. When he began to concentrate his attentions completely around her clit, swirling the hard tip of his tongue in endless and maddening circles around it, again and again, she reached the end of her control. White light exploded behind her eyelids just as rivers of sensation exploded through every inch of her body, and she came completely undone against his mouth. She could hear her own voice, but had no idea if she was speaking intelligible words or just moaning in pleasure. She wasn’t consciously in control of her mind at that moment any more than she was of her body.
And the best part was—she loved it. She loved every damn second of it. Obviously, the physical pleasure was amazing, but that wasn’t the largest part of it. What was the most deeply satisfying aspect, the part that reached all the way down into her heart and soul and touched her in a way that went beyond just her body, was the relief in wonder at being taken care of. At the fact that Billy was in control, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. His quiet authority, that alpha energy that was recognized by everyone he came across, was like a balm to her aching soul.
Finally, for the first time she could remember—if not for the first time in her life—she could just relax and let Billy run the show, knowing that, not only was he more than capable of taking the best care of her, but that she was his number one priority. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to make sure she was safe, happy, and fulfilled. He’d proved it in a million little ways, and the way he was pleasuring her right now without a thought to his own satisfaction was just one more of those ways.
When her vision cleared and her senses returned to her, there was only one thought ringing like a bell through her mind, and she had to voice it. There was no choice. “I want you inside of me. I need you inside of me. Now.”
He stood and scooped her up into his arms, a broad smile on his face. “Whatever you say,” he grinned.
She couldn’t imagine that any heroine of any romantic novel or movie or, hell, epic poem had ever felt as cherished, and special, and well-taken care of as she felt in that moment. She knew she was the center of Billy’s universe, his world. Now that he’d told her she realized he’d shown her in so many ways. He communicated with every crooked grin, every mischievous flash in his eye, every tender touch and kiss he gave her.
Billy carried her over to the couch and gently laid her down, making sure that her head was cradled gently in the middle of the pillow that was laying next to the couch’s arm. He stroked her hair for a moment, gazing at her face with an expression she’d seen before. It said everything about how lucky he felt to be there with her, and it stoked the fire of her arousal even more, if possible, than the practiced flicks of his tongue on her had done.
She slid her hands up his chest and whispered, “I want to feel you, Billy. I want to be close to you, and make you feel as amazing as you’ve made me feel. Please make love to me.”
He lowered his head and kissed her passionately, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he did. When he drew back, he was as breathless as she was, and he quickly said, “Condom.”
She wanted to scream in protest, but somehow managed to refrain. Her body didn’t just want him, she craved him like she was drowning and he was oxygen. His kiss. His touch. His everything.
Billy stepped back over to the couch, rolling the condom down over his length, and her body finally uncurled a bit from its high-strung state. She was mere seconds from feeling him fill her up, which meant she was mere seconds from the incredible feeling that all was right with the world, and that she was in exactly the right place and with exactly the right person.
When Billy had the condom unrolled all the way to the base of his dick, he bent down over Maxi, climbing onto the wide, comfortable couch and spreading her legs apart with his knees. He positioned himself at her opening and paused there for the briefest of moments, just long enough to look up into her face and catch her eye. When their gazes were locked, he thrust himself inside of her, never breaking eye contact.
Maxi wanted to squeeze her eyes shut to focus on all the roiling sensations and impulses inside her, or throw her head back hard into the pillow and let her eyeballs roll to the back of her head. She did neither of those things. She kept her gaze locked laser strong on Billy’s while he moved his hips in that magical, mesmerizing way of his. She trailed her fingertips up his body until her hand reached his face and she caressed his cheek as they gazed into each other’s eyes, their bodies moving as one.
This combination of sensations was completely new to her. It was amazing, she knew that. But, other than how great it was, she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. The two things didn’t seem like they should be able to go together. A wild animal instinct to tear him apart that was more visceral than anything she had ever felt. Then, also, feelings of tenderness that were gentler than anything she had ever experienced. They didn’t alternate. And, although she couldn’t figure out how it was possible, they didn’t seem to each take up “half” the space available in her head and heart. No, she was filled to the brim with each of these seemingly competing emotions, and she felt both of them in a way that was deeper and more profound than anything she could have imagined.
It was like a religious experience. That was the only way she could think to describe it. It was like their souls were merging together as one as their bodies did the same thing. Like a symphony, where all of the instruments, each beautiful on their own, soar and combine to create something more intricate and stunning than any of them could attempt individually.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed as tightly as she could. When that didn’t even get her close enough to him, she tore her gaze away so that she could snake her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. Her entire body was wrapped tightly around Billy’s, enveloping him and taking him into her body just like she was taking him into her heart. And yet, she still wanted more. Needed more.
She tilted her chin up so that her lips were pressed against his ear. She whispered, “Turn me over. Take me from behind. You can get deeper that way. I need to feel you deeper inside me.”
She didn’t recognize the woman that would say something so bold. She was artful. In her professional life, and in her personal life, she always phrased things with grace. She was never crude. Billy brought out something in her that she’d never seen…but she didn’t hate it. In fact, hearing that hot and dirty command come out of her own mouth turned her on even more than she had been before.
The raw growl that tore from his throat at her words let her know that he felt the exact same way. He leveraged himself up on one of his arms and used the other to flip her over as easily as if she weighed nothing at all. Damn, she loved the way Billy, with all of his controlled muscular power, always made her feel like she weighed nothing more than a ragdoll when he handled her. But it was only because she knew that he would only ever use that strength to protect her, never to harm her, that made her feel safe with him in a way that she never felt around far less threatening men.
It was also what made her drool every time she saw him without his shirt on. The thought made her smile, but she put it away to focus on the present, where he was much more than shirtless—he was everything-less, and so was she, and he was inside her and they were making love.
Even though it was definitely happening…she was here in the room and participating, and it wasn’t even the first time, so the reality of the moment was not in question…it still felt too good to be true. Like she was going to wake up in a cold sweat and realize that everything that had happened since the morning he came back into her life in a meaningful way was all just a surreal dream. It occurred to her that that might be why she felt such a desperate need to feel him closer to her, deeper inside her. She was trying to make herself understand and accept that this was real. This was happening. She was really with Billy, he was really making love to her. Claiming her. Possessing her. She was his.
She felt his hands grip her hips and dig into the soft, pliable flesh there an instant before he drove into her again, pulling her back against him over and over as he thrust his dick into her slit.
“Oh, yes…” she groaned, her elbows giving way and her face collapsing into the pillow in front of her, “that’s what I needed. Oh, yes, it feels so good. So deep. Oh…!”
Even though the orgasm had been building steadily the entire time they had been together, the sudden and jarring crash of it tearing through her still took her by surprise, and she screamed as it shook her. She felt Billy’s chest press against her back as he leaned down and enfolded her while she came. His muscles were twitching and contracting just like hers were, and she realized with a deep and warm sense of satisfaction that he was coming, as well. She loved that. The most intense thing that a human could feel, and not only were they giving it to each other, but they were experiencing it simultaneously. Together.
That seemed exactly right.
They both collapsed onto the couch and as easily as he’d flipped her over, he flipped her back so that they were face to face. As they caught their breath Billy ran his hands through her hair. The look in his honey eyes was still so intense, she expected it to be more relaxed now, but it wasn’t. She could sense that he wanted to say something to her, something important, something significant, something meaningful.
He cupped her jaw and her pulse sped and her lips turned up at the anticipation of hearing the three words that she’d been dying to hear from him.
