Page 123 of You, As You Are

Thighs bracketing either side of her legs, he didn’t give Maisie everything of his weight, but enough to satisfy her need and keep him from worrying he’d hurt her. She pressed her hands to his back and hugged him closer; chest to chest, stomach to stomach, warm skin to warm skin.

God,she felt so amazing.

Iain kissed her jaw and mouth, tongues gliding over one another’s, and a rhythm started between them as their hips rolled together. Underneath his cock pressed into her stomach, and the touch of her skin there made Iain’s mind quieten.

They didn’t need to rush the friction that built between them.

“Iain …” Maisie tipped her head back and sighed, exposing her neck to the press of his mouth.

Iain curled his arm around her head for leverage as he brushed his hand between them, all the way to where his hardness had not ebbed. Already, he was too sensitive. Angling himself to nudge his tip between her thighs, the roll of her palm over the lowest point in his spine urged him to give her the rest.

He punched his hips down and his cock rubbed over her clit, sliding so easily. The tip teased and nudged her entrance, taunting them both to pick up the pace.

“Mh—”Maisie moaned, and Iain took his cue from the undulation of her hips for how fast she wanted him to go. He drew up, savouring the slide of her wet centre over his cock, over and over.

It was so intimate how they breathed one another and clung as if the moment would suddenly disappear.

Maisie’s hips rose and worked with him, the seam of her thighs and her core squeezing around him as he pumped back and forth.

“Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Iain rasped. Sweat built up around his brow and down his spine, and the damn bed that fit them much better like this groaned underneath them.

“That feels so good.” Maisie pushed her breasts up against his chest, and his hard nipples rubbing over her skin made him groan himself.

Iain let himself look at her – at how her lashes fanned out against her red cheeks, how her mouth stayed in a perfect ‘O’ and her tongue traced her lips. He turned his nose into the column of her neck and dragged his teeth down with his thrusts, getting high on the sound of his thighs slapping hers.

All the inhibitions he’d had before didn’t matter anymore.

He was tired of hiding.

Tired of his one-man island.

“Think about me fucking you one day,” he said in her ear. Her nails scraped down his back in response. “Your legs around my waist. Your name on my tongue as I suck these perfect tits of yours in my mouth.”

Maisie gave a low, ragged laugh. “You could do that now.”

His mouth wide open and grinning, Iain arched his spine to drag his tongue down one breast.

From there on everything was simple – uncomplicated. He didn’t know why she’d ever been called ‘work’ when she fell apart like sand through his fingers. Her sounds became louder, her body drawing up tight ready to release. Arms wrapped around his shoulders and back as his lungs hurt to breathe. She whispered for him tokeep on going. Stay right there. Like that.

Iain combed her damp hair away from her forehead. “That’s it beautiful, you’re nearly there.”

Maisie’s hips stuttered, grinding side to side, and his cock pulsed in warning.

“I’m right—Iain …” Her voice shook. Thick thighs started to quiver around him.

Shit,that felt fantastic.

Iain slowed his hips and sank himself all the way between her thighs, his pelvis flat with hers, the tip of his cock nestled against her opening where he gently let himself nudge. Maisie ground herself against the topside of his shaft, swirling as she panted. He watched the rapture be unleashed in her eyes and her body shiver.

One little nudge that notched his tip inside of her, and Maisie jerked and cried out as she came.

“Well done, Daffy – take it,” Iain coaxed her through the comedown that eased slowly.

It took all his strength to wait for just two seconds more before he pulled up and sat back on his heels, fist wrapped around himself jerking hard. He hissed through his teeth as the edges of his sight blurred, feeling the tense sensation build until he couldn’t control it anymore; Maisie cupping between his legs and fondling pushed him over the edge.

Groaning on the edge of stars, he tipped forwards and flung his hand to the bed to catch himself. Maisie’s fingers danced along his neck, her tongue tracing up the other side, and he was gone. Every sense heightened too far.

Dripping with sweat, both watched his release cover her stomach.

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