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“What are you thinking?” I ask after a few seconds.

“I still can’t believe you’re mine. I keep thinking it’ll sink in, that I’ll get used to it, but I think five years from now, you’ll still be knocking me on my ass every time I look at you.”

I cup his face and kiss him. I’m already emotional about everything that just happened but his sweet words have tears running down my cheeks. “I feel the same way about you,” I whisper against his lips. “I’ll always look at you and feel grateful. I know how lucky I am to have you, and I’ll never forget it, not for one second.”

“I’m the lucky one,” he says, rolling us over so I can rest my head on his shoulder. He’s still inside me, and it hasn’t escaped my notice that he’s not fully soft. I’m guessing it wouldn’t take much at all to get him hard again, but for now he’s content to just hold me. He’s careful to not use his right hand, but he keeps his arm wrapped around me, and I feel the splint resting along the small of my back while his left hand lightly dances along my spine.

I’ve been very fortunate to have always been surrounded by love and safety, but this level of intimacy with Max is something I was never expecting. Even though I grew up surrounded by loving couples, I always feared I’d never have it myself, and when I did think about the future, I never envisioned anything as perfect as this.

I kiss his chest and snuggle up even closer so my face is by his neck. His scent fills my nose, comforting me on a deep level and making my eyes grow heavy. I’m exhausted and sore, but I’ve never been happier. With my body thoroughly worn out and my heart fuller than it’s ever been, I close my eyes and savor the feel of his body around mine. I’m only planning on resting for a minute, but the last thing I remember is Max whispering that he loves me as his fingers continue to dance along my back.

Chapter18

Maxim

Ihold Talia as she sleeps, never wanting to let her go. Her small body fits on top of mine like we were carved from the same block of marble, always meant to be together, never quite fitting with anyone else. It would be like trying to force a puzzle piece that didn’t belong. No matter how hard you try, you’ll never get the damn thing to fit right. That’s how it would be with anyone else. You could pretend as much as you want, but you’d always know that something wasn’t quite right, that something was missing and not as it should be. I shove the thought aside, because even the idea of being with anyone else is making my cock start to soften.

Talia is the only woman I will ever want, and she’s the only woman I’ll ever have. It’s really as simple as that.

While she sleeps, I grow fully hard inside her. I can’t help it. My body’s reaction to her is beyond my control. The soft whimper she gives when I start to stretch her sore pussy is beautiful music in my ear. The sounds she makes drive me crazy, and the symphony she created when I took her virginity is permanently engraved in my mind. She doesn’t think she has any musical talent, but she’s wrong. She might not be able to play an instrument, but the sounds of her orgasm were nothing short of perfection. I wonder if she realizes she hit a perfect A when she moaned my name and clenched that tight little pussy around my cock.

She’s my muse, constantly inspiring music that I’m currently unable to play. I hear it in my head, though, and that’s enough for now. Dragging my fingers down her spine, I marvel at the feel of her body. Her skin is like silk, and I never want to stop touching her.

Using her vertebrae as keys, I practice a few bars of music, fingering the notes and committing them to memory while she continues to sleep. I could happily stay like this for hours, but it’s not long before I feel her start to wake up. She lets out a soft sigh against my neck and then a quiet moan before I feel her body stiffen. I wrap my arms around her before she can bolt upright.

“Easy, baby. It’s okay,” I tell her while stroking her back and kissing her forehead.

“Your hand,” she says, proving yet again that she’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met. Her body is worn out, her pussy sore and still stuffed full with my cock, and her first waking thought is about my injured hand.

“How long have I been asleep? We need to do your exercises.”

“Shh, it’s all right,” I say, trying to calm her. “You haven’t been asleep long at all, and my hand is fine.”

She lets out a frustrated huff of air and braces her hands against my chest so she can sit up. I let her because the movement feels fucking amazing. My hips rock, the sensation pulling a groan from both of us, but she refuses to be deterred.

“You should’ve woken me.”

I smile up at her pouty, pissed-off face. “God, you’re fucking adorable,” I say, rocking my hips again.

“I’m being serious,” she insists.

I laugh. “I know, that’s why it’s so cute.”

I can tell she really wants to stay pissed at me, but she’s also eye-fucking me like she’s more than ready for round two. Running my fingers along her stomach, I reach up and cup her breast, running my thumb over her nipple and then giving it a hard enough pinch to make her suck in a breath and rock her hips.

“You can yell at me later, sweetheart. First, let me watch you ride me.”

I give her another pinch before she can even think about arguing with me about it, and when she rocks her hips again and lets out a breathy whimper, I know I’ve won.

“Stop gloating,” she growls, but there’s a smile playing at her pretty mouth, and soon she’s rising and falling on my thick cock, finding the perfect rhythm like we’ve been doing this all our lives.

I watch her take her pleasure, completely enthralled by the sight of her, and when she starts to come, I grit my teeth to stop myself from joining her. I’m not ready for this to be over. Instead of giving into my own release, I watch her savor hers. A blush spreads across her chest as she closes her eyes, tilting her head back while she rides me, greedy for every last second of pleasure she can wring from my cock. I love seeing her like this, completely uninhibited and wild. No one else will ever see her like this, and that thought alone nearly has me shooting my seed inside her pretty little cunt.

When she lets out a breathy moan, gripping me and circling her hips in a rhythm that nearly has my eyes rolling back in my head, I lose what little restraint I have left. With a growl, I grip her waist and rock my hips, thrusting into her as deeply as I can get, knowing it will never be deep enough. She screams my name, a perfectly pitched mezzo-soprano cry that pushes me over the edge. I come hard, my deep groans mixing with her higher-pitched sounds, and it’s the sweetest fucking music I’ve ever heard.

Cupping the back of her neck, I pull her onto me, needing to feel her mouth on mine as my cock pulses and I fill her again. She kisses me hard, just as hungry for me as I am for her. Our tongues fight for dominance, but my girl knows when to submit, and when I feel her soften, letting me take the lead, I give one more groan and shoot the last of my seed into her.

“My god, woman, you’re going to be the end of me,” I say with a soft laugh.

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