Page 109 of Are You Going to Love Me

“And I like that shit,” he muttered. “How was your shoot?”

“It was really good, actually. Good vibes, good shots, good people. I’m excited for you to see the finished product.”

“You got something I can see now?”

“Uh uh, my leg is already over you, my foot is tucked under you, and I’m warm.”

Maximus rumbled with laughter and kissed her forehead. “I’ll wait.”

“Oh, the man has found his patience, ladies and gentlemen.”

“Not a lot, but enough to get by without you trying to run off. Go to sleep, baby.”

“Keep it up, I’m going to think you like me.”

“You better know that shit.”

Eden drifted off in his arms, and at some point through the night, they unraveled themselves from each other. They were back-to-back, holding on to their respective pillows. It wasn’t until she missed his warmth and his breathing in her ear that she rolled back over to find him. The warmth of her touch coaxed him to roll over, still wrapped in sleep, Maximus pushed his hand between her thighs.

Her hands found his beard, and she sighed, finding the warmth she needed again. What she wanted was to feel his skin on her. Face to face, she softly kissed the bridge of his nose. Eden nuzzled the tip of her nose against his, then kissed his lips – slowly, softly, and sensually. The soft press of her lips on his face prompted his hand to rock against her bare mound.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” he muttered tiredly.

“So,” she hummed softly. “So are you. I just wanted warmth.”

Finding her honey pot, he gently massaged her bud. “You know what that kissin’ on me was going to do. Now look at us, up.”

Eden gasped softly into the pillow before resuming her soft series of kisses to his lips. “I just like your face.”

Maximus groaned. Her wetness and scent woke his body up. Eden wasn’t in a rush to reach a climax; she only wanted to enjoy his touch, his kisses, and his warmth. She kissed and nipped his lips while working her tiny hand into his boxers and runningit over his growing hardness. Up and down, she matched the pleasure he was offering her.

“Sit on your dick, honey,” he softly spoke shifting his weight and placing her atop him. “Ride it how you want.”

“Slow. Deep. I want you to feel how good you make me feel,” she uttered in a sharp gasp. Eden slowly eased her wetness around him, grinding and moaning.

He gripped her hips, slowly pumping upward inside of her wetness, and shuddered. “This shit.”

Eden pressed her hands against his chest, inhaling his intoxicating natural scent. With every purposeful push and pull in and out of her depths, she felt herself slipping deeper and deeper into the depths of him. She hadn’t known love from a man who was genuine, but she’d allow Maximus to give her the best lesson of her life.

Maximus sat up, pulled the t-shirt she wore off, and tossed up, capturing her lips and caressing her body as she slowly rode him. “I swear, baby, this here.”

“Is it good?” Eden asked, squeezing and releasing her walls around him.

Maximus shuttered. “Fuck yes.”

Her hands holding his face, she asked, “How good?”

He bit his lip and buzzed. “I’d take a nigga head off for this shit.”

Eden sank further down on his shaft and gripped his hair. “Uh uh. Don’t be a gangsta when you’re deep inside of me. Be real, baby.”

Maximus wrapped a hand around her throat, kissing and sucking it. “It ain’t just your pussy, honey baby. It’s you. All of you.”

She moaned.

“I can’t wrap my head around how you are the hardest being I know wrapped in the softest shell. Life presses you, and you staygrounded. I love that shit. You the calm to my storm. You feel a nigga before I can put the shit I'm feeling into words. You’re home, E.”

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, trailed down the side of her face, and she bit her trembling lip. She prayed she would be able to keep the intrusive thoughts to herself. Maximus did the same. His control was slipping away. He kissed her cheek and flipped her over to her stomach. Using his knee, he pushed her leg up and slowly inched back inside of her depths.

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