“I need you. I need you so much I can’t stand it,” Mia gasped as Max released her lips. “I love you, Max. Always have. Always will.”
Truer words had never been spoken. She’d belonged to Max from the moment they’d met. She’d been running out of a coffee shop, her mind already on the multitude of tasks she’d needed to get done that day, when she’d run into Max. Literally. She’d dumped the contents of her large, non-fat latte down the front of his suit; she’d been mortified. He’d laughed, charming her immediately. And they were married six months later. Needing him, wanting him, had never been in question. Her insecurity was whether or not she was the right woman for him, the two of them being so very glaringly different, her past holding some ugly facts that she’d never revealed to him.
“And I love you, my beautiful, sexy Mia. Don’t ever leave me alone again,” he ordered arrogantly, though his velvety voice held a touch of vulnerability.
“I won’t. I promise. Fuck me, Max. I can’t wait any longer.” One more moment without him inside her and she was going to lose it.
Max rolled, taking her with him, his powerful arms around her waist. His hands moved to her hips. “You f**k me, sweetheart. I want to see you. I want to watch you come this time.”
She didn’t hesitate. Grabbing his hard, throbbing cock, she impaled herself on him, moaning as he filled her almost to the point of pain. Almost…but not quite. Max was well endowed, and he stretched her to maximum capacity, the walls of her channel giving way and then capturing him inside her. Her hands were resting on his muscular chest, and she couldn’t resist stroking his overheated skin, running her fingers over the light dusting of hair on his chest, smoothing over powerful biceps and shoulders. God, he’s a beautiful man.
“Oh, hell yeah. Touch me. Make me believe you’re really with me again,” Max rasped, grasping her hips and pulling out of her, only to bring her down again. And again. “No. Fucking. Better. Feeling.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust, a powerful slamming of his hips as he delivered each stroke.
Leaning forward, her body beginning to melt, Mia dropped her palms to the side of Max’s head, moaning as he controlled the pace and intensity of his thrusts. She might be on top, but her husband was completely in control, and he hammered into her relentlessly, like a man possessed.
Mia could feel her impending climax, and her entire body quaked. “Max,” she gasped, unable to verbalize anything else.
Removing his hands from her hips without slowing his pace, he grasped her hands in his, their fingers entwining as he captured her mouth. His tongue speared through her lips, mimicking the actions of his cock, and she bent to him, eager to be joined in every way she could be with this incredible man. Fingers entwined, their mouths fused together, and their bodies joined completely, Mia’s heart beat as one with Max’s. At that moment, they were exactly as they were supposed to be…completely woven and braided together, unsure of where one ended and the other began. She was teetering on the edge of orgasm, ready to plunge off the cliff to ecstasy. It was exhilarating. It was terrifying.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let go,” Max urged against her lips as he pulled his mouth from hers, his c**k still thrusting deeper, harder, his groin grinding and stimulating her clit with every surge of his hips.
Her climax hit her like an avalanche—powerful, wild, and completely out of control. She rode the waves as they came, moaning with every strong pulsation. “It’s too much. Too much.”
Releasing her hands, Max held her hips, plunging into her again and again, frenzied as he found his own release. “Never enough. Never enough,” he groaned, placing a hand on her ass to keep himself deeply inside her, as though he couldn’t bear to be separated from her.
Mia collapsed on Max’s chest, completely spent, and slightly disoriented, not quite sure how she had managed to live through the kind of passion she’d just experienced with her husband.
Neither one of them spoke, nor did they need to. Max’s hand stayed possessively on her ass as his other splayed over her back, stroking lightly, soothingly. She absorbed the feeling of his hot breath on the side of her neck, the brush of his abrasive whiskers against her skin, and the steady, rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips.
Finally, her breathing and heart rate calm, she murmured, “Still hate this beach?”
“No. But now every time I come out here my c**k will be hard,” he grumbled, but his voice held a note of amusement.
Rubbing sensually against him, she answered, “Good. I’ll come out with you.”
“You damn well better,” he insisted, slapping her playfully on the ass.
Leaning up, she rested her forehead against his. “You’ve certainly developed quite the potty mouth, Mr. Hamilton. I never knew you could talk that naughty.”
“I’m not quite sure I can restrain it anymore,” Max told her, sounding slightly disgruntled. “You’ve always made me crazy.”
“Then don’t hold back. I love you, Max. Nothing between us is wrong. You can talk dirty to me any time. It turns me on,” she told him as she ran a palm down his whiskered cheek and jaw.
“Then I’ll never try to control it.” He took her hand from his face and brought it to his lips, kissing her palm reverently. “Don’t come out here alone, Mia. I can’t lose you again. I won’t survive it.”
His tone was deliciously bossy, but the tortured look on his face nearly killed her. Whatever she’d done, Max had suffered for it, and she hated herself for leaving, whatever the reason. She’d put him through hell, and she didn’t even understand why. “I won’t. I promise.” There was a newness, an openness between them that she didn’t want to see destroyed.
“See that you don’t,” Max said gruffly, disconnecting himself from her and disposing of the condom. He sat up, turned her position on his lap, and got to his feet with her still held tightly in his arms.
Mia fought to get Max to put her down, afraid he’d end up straining his back by carrying her up the stairs, but he just clutched her naked body tighter, his hold on her unyielding.
“I’ll never let you go,” he told her adamantly, more of a vow than a statement.
Mia gave in with a sigh. She couldn’t argue about that. “The condoms. You didn’t grab them. We might need them,” she said a little shyly, thinking she was being a little presumptuous in thinking Max might want her again so soon.