Page 22 of Maybe This Time
She smirked. “Don’t worry, I won’t let that happen until you’re inside me.”
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” I moaned. “Gen?—”
The word got caught in my throat as she tightened her grip and the gentle amusement previously there left her face was replaced by a heady expression. She moved her fist up and down, and a garbled, gasping sound escaped past my lips as my head fell back.
“I like having you at my mercy,” I thought I heard her say, but my senses were too focused on the feel of her hand drifting up and down my cock in long, languid strokes.
“Please,” I slurred, my words lust drunk. “Talya…” Only a handful of strokes and I was already close to the edge, my hips chasing more of her touch.
She made a satisfied sound, the feel of it vibrating in my bones as her pace increased, more insistent. I clenched my eyes shut, attempting to hold onto my restraint as best I could. I wanted to watch what she was doing to me, but it was too good.
“I’m—I’m close,” I panted, chest rising and falling. “Please.”
Immediately, her grip lightened. The pleasure that had been spreading in my chest, thrumming in tune to the blood roaring through my body and the motion of Talya’s hand, receded. The sharp loss stole the breath from my lungs. I opened my eyes, but before I could comprehend what happened or ask her what was wrong, I watched Talya lift up from my lap and sink herself down my cock that she’d already lined up perfectly with her warm, wet cunt, her underwear long gone.
“Oh, putain,” I moaned, my shaky hands moving to her hips to anchor myself. I tilted mine up until they were flush with her. Our eyes met, and my heart threatened to give out at the desire in her gaze. “You feel—” I inhaled deeply as we stayed still. “You feel so good, Talya. Better than any dream I’ve ever had.”
She dipped her mouth to mine as I reached for the back of her head with one hand. Unlike our previous kisses, this one was drawn out, our mouths working hot and wet and slow. Stretching time until she was pliant above me.
We moved in sync, the rhythm of us fucking slow and slightly sloppy. Like we were both too lost in each other to care, but everything felt better because of it. I wedged a hand between us, my fingers searching until I found what I was looking for.
“Give me another one,” I ordered, whispering the order. “I need to feel you come around me.”
“Anything you want,” Talya replied. “Take whatever you want.”
It only took a few strokes before her pleasure choked my cock, my own pleasure burning brighter through me. Her delicious moans sent me into a delirious state that made my hips punch against hers until my own orgasm swept over me.
I worked us through our pleasure until our rhythm eventually collapsed into relief. My hands traced lazily up and down Talya’s bare back as I stared at her coming down from her haze.
She looked beautiful. Open mouth. Damp hair sticking to her temples. My face makeup smeared across her tanned skin.
Mine.
I cupped her face in my hands and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Still in disbelief that I could do so now, freely and without restraint. I’d spent years wondering if someday we’d ever end up here. If the woman I’d loved in silence would finally see me in the same light I did.
But deep down, I’d always known that Talya Morrone and I were inevitable.
She shivered in my arms, and I pulled back, reaching for my suit jacket to drape it over her shoulders. I knew I should probably get up and take care of the mess we’d made, but selfishly, I wanted to stay just like this for a little longer.
Talya whispered a soft ‘thank you,’ a shy smile playing on her lips. I moved to pull her in my arms again, but I caughtsomething flickering across her face before she swiftly tucked it away when she realized I was looking at her.
“Your face got sad,” I murmured. “What’s wrong?”
She tucked her face into my chest, hiding. “What happens after this?” she eventually asked, her voice muffled against my pec.
My brows knitted together for a beat until realization hit. Did she think this was a one-time thing after I’d told her I loved her? That I’d be able to walk away after tonight and pretend like none of this happened?
I hated that she even had to wonder. Hated that she didn’t already know my only plan after this was to spend the rest of my life loving her.
Gently, I sank both of my hands into her hair and tipped her head back until she looked at me. “I don’t want just tonight,” I said. “I want every day with you. I want the messy and the quiet ones, too. I want all of it. With you.”
Her eyes searched mine like she was afraid to believe it. Like if she blinked, I might disappear and tonight would simply be a long-lost dream.
I could spend hours telling her how much I wanted her, but I knew my spoken words wouldn’t be enough to show her how much I’d always loved her.
So instead, I reached into the inside pocket of the suit where I’d tucked it away earlier and pulled out where it all started.
“Read this,” I said softly, handing her the letter I’d kept with me ever since I got it back.
