Page 79 of Four Weddings to Fall in Love
“Yep…just…great.”
We eat in silence.He really is a better cook than me—it’s obvious even in this simple food, though I can’t focus on what I’m eating as much as usual.
Once I set down my fork, he whisks the tray away, and as he walks to the kitchen, I call out, “No need to do dishes.”
He ignores me.I can hear him loading up the dishwasher, and I groan in frustration.By the time he returns to the bedroom, I’m desperate for him to touch me.
Max doesn’t make me beg.He climbs into bed, not bothering to remove his clothes, and slips his hand between my legs.
“Very wet, I see.”He works the toy in and out, brows drawn together in concentration as he focuses on my reactions.He’s still wearing his glasses.Then he shifts down the bed and lies in front of me, eating me out in tandem with his thrusts.
I’m shaky and tender and so very needy.The dildo is starting to feel like too much, but I needmore.I need to come for him.I writhe on the bed, bucking against his face.
Yet as desperate as I am, my orgasm catches me off guard, my cry of ecstasy piercing the silence as I shake.
I’m overwhelmed.
He removes the toy from my pussy, and I almost weep with relief…and then he stuffs it in my mouth.
Fuck.
When I met Max, I hoped he would be naughty in the bedroom, but I certainly didn’t imaginethis.
Hurriedly, he shoves down his fly and takes out his cock, which is now rock hard.He gives it a few pumps before positioning it at my entrance.Even before he pushes inside, I know the truth: I will be utterly wrecked after this, just as he promised.By this man who cooked and cleaned while I lay naked in bed.
He thrusts into me, and I try to cry out, but the dildo muffles the sound.
He removes it and sets it aside.I turn my head and whimper into the pillow, but he puts his hand on my chin and forces me to look at him.He’s wearing a goddamn dress shirt and glasses, and honestly, it’s too much for me.
“Kimberly,” he murmurs.
He pulls out of me just long enough to kick aside his pants and boxer briefs and turn me onto my stomach, and then he’s inside me again.Fucking me with deep, insistent strokes, animalistic growls coming from his throat as he smacks my ass.
I’m completely lost to him.I have no idea what’s happening, what I’m doing.
I think I come again, but it’s hard to know.Everything has become a bit of a blur, but we’re joined together—that’s the one thing that’s crystal clear.
He growls louder and spends himself inside me.
Max doesn’t immediately pull out but stays motionless on top of me.When my eyes jolt open, I realize I briefly fell asleep.The tip of his soft cock is still inside my pussy.I moan in satisfaction, but we must be a sticky mess.
He carries me to the shower, where he cleans me up, and as soon as I’m back in bed, he stuffs the dildo inside me again.
He wasn’t lying about keeping me full all evening.
“I appreciate that you kept your word,” I tell him.
“Of course,” he says solemnly.
When he finally removes the toy, two hours later, I literally weep with relief.I’ve lost track of the number of orgasms I’ve had, and I’m not sure how I’ll be able to move tomorrow, but I feel deliriously good, and I can’t help giggling, even as a few tears leak out of my eyes.
“You did so well,” he murmurs, stroking my hair, looking at me in wonder.
Yep, I’m utterly wrecked.
I can’t sleep.
I blame it on my late nap, which probably threw off my sleep schedule.Also, I’ve only shared a bed with Max a handful of times, and this is the first time he’s been in my apartment.I can’t seem to adjust to his presence.He’s not snoring and hogging all the space, but it’s distracting nonetheless.
