Page 27 of Waiting for Her

She goes to argue, but I hold up my hand.

“I’m not leaving. You can’t get rid of me that easily. But I want to warn you, I will ask again. I will ask you until you say yes, or until you kick me out of this house.”

She laughs, her smile returning just a bit before it’s replaced by a serious expression I know all too well.

“I love you, Addison. I love you so much that I will wait for you.” She nods and I expect her to argue more, but she doesn’t. She just lays her head down on my chest once more, and I rock us back and forth until she falls asleep.

Addison

It takes me ages to fall asleep as the events of this morning play over and over again inside my head. Should I have said yes? Should I have told him the truth that I’m not actually afraid of marrying him, but that the fear of the unknown is gripping me so tight I’m afraid to jump into this headfirst? I know I’m second-guessing myself, at this point in my life I’ve come to terms with the fact that it’s a personality trait of mine, but right now as I lie still, Max behind me, I wonder if I’m holding myself back from my happily ever after.

I know I hurt Max’s feelings. I know he wanted me to say yes and the guilt is consuming me. From the way his eyes scanned over me the rest of the day, I can tell he understands, but that doesn’t stop the voices in my head. He’s told me countless times over the course of the last few hours alone that my answer has no bearing on how much he loves me, but in the back of my head, I wonder how long will he actually wait for me?

“Go to sleep, Addison,” Max mutters from behind me, and I can’t help but laugh softly. His fingers grip my hip as he cuddles up behind me, cradling my stomach in the palm of his hand. I’ve been having backaches all night, and eventually, Max convinced me to come up here and lie down, only for my mind to run wild.

“How did you know I was even awake?” I ask through a smile.

“I could’ve heard your mind spinning, even if I was downstairs in the kitchen.”

I take a breath, both hating and loving the fact that he can read me so well.

“And I want to repeat again that what happened today changes nothing. Nothing, okay?”

“What if I’m never ready?” My voice is barely above a whisper as Max squeezes me a little tighter.

“That ring can be returned, baby. It’s just a piece of metal… you, on the other hand, are the grand prize in all this. If you never want to get married, fine. As long as you’re mine and mine alone, I don’t fucking care.”

God, this man.

“You really mean that, don’t you?” I whisper, turning around to face him.

His hand caresses my stomach as he leans down and kisses me lightly.

“I love you.” He punctuates with a kiss that I know he meant to be sweet, but I take it further, deepening it until his fingers dig into my hip. “Addison,” he groans, my fingers finding the bulge in his pants and palming it until his head falls back against the bed, his breath ragged.

“Can I try something?” I ask, my voice low as I blush scarlet. Max takes my hand and kisses my palm before placing it back over his bulge.

“Baby, you can try whatever the fuck you want.”

I chuckle, my body shifting until I’m on my knees and pulling back the covers, his cock visibly tenting his boxers. I want nothing more than to take him in my mouth, taste that salty tang of his skin, and hear the groans that send shivers up my spine. But my body vibrates, feeling like if I don’t fuck him now, I might go insane.

“You have no idea how much I need this right now,” I breathe out, my voice huskier than normal as I nip at his ear, loving the groan that leaves his throat.

My hand slides over his chest, fingers teasing down across his abs as his muscles contract, my lips caressing his skin. I slowly straddle his hips, my fingers grasping his cock and allowing it to pulse between us.

“Addison,” he groans, my whimpers filling the room at the mere thought of what that thing can do to my body. “You want to fuck me?” he murmurs, those eyes piercing as his fingers tighten on my hips as I move, my heat begging for more. “Then take it. Let me inside that glorious pussy of yours. I want to feel those walls squeezing the life out of my cock.”

I moan, rolling my hips up against him, his grunts making me lose my damn mind. I rise up to my knees as Max takes his glorious cock in the palm of his hand, placing it at my entrance.

“Slide down that big cock,” he growls deeply, his voice thick and sexy as hell. “Show me how much of this cock you can take in the heaven you have between your legs.”

I can’t take anymore, sinking down onto him, my breath catching as the size of him stretches me wide. His hands caress the sides of my stomach as I try and make this work without looking awkward as fuck. The frustration must be evident on my face because Max takes my hands in his and locks them, giving me more leverage.

“Use me, baby, take what you need.”

His words spur me on, my hips working on their own as my breath becomes ragged, and his groans get deeper as his cock somehow gets even harder and bigger inside me. He grunts as his hips drive up into me, filling me with his cock over and over again as I start to tremble above him.

My body shudders, my pussy clenching tight around his thickness as suddenly one of his hands disappears under my belly and the second his fingers brush against my aching clit, I know I’m going to fall.