My mind was absolutely awash in bliss. Every motion of Max's hips sent a buzzing wave through me, just as warm and safe as it was exciting and pleasurable. It was hard to move anything but my hips by then, but I brought a shaking hand up to cup his cheek and stroke that soft, close-cropped beard. Before long, I was just as lost in his eyes as I was in the experience altogether.
Even as he pumped up into me, Max seemed simultaneously lost in his own thoughts and intensely present in the moment, no doubt both reflecting on all that had been said and done since I arrived, but especially in the last few feverish minutes. He’d poured his heart out in front of me, wave after wave every time he thought he might’ve somehow fallen short in his declaration, every one pulling my heart closer to his.
I leaned up a little to plant a soft kiss at his chin, and that to break his reverie.
He shook his head a little before smiling broadly. "Hmm?”
Rather than respond, I pulled forward and away from him carefully. Max gave a cute little grumble of protest, but it quickly died down when I turned over and nudged his shoulder. His eyes lit up.
I couldn't rightly say why, but I felt so incredibly sexy. I'd hardly believed Max before, even through most of our roll in the sheets that morning. Maybe it'd finally sunk in that he wasn't bluffing. He really found me totally irresistible. No amount of dedication or duty could make anyone look at me the way he did, or talk about me the way he did.
In some ways, I felt mistaken, too. I'd been working through the idea that he was just buckling down and doing what was expected of him, whether or not he was enjoying it. When he told me that I was his soulmate, the few apprehensions that remained fell away, totally shattered.
I felt those words resonate all the way down to my core, banishing my fear and uncertainty—not only about us, but about me too. Soulmate. I didn’t know if something finally just broke free inside me, or if it was created in that sudden resonance, but I felt an undeniable force driving me toward a state of otherwise undefinable oneness with him.
It really was fate.
I was so overcome with thankfulness—for that fate, for serendipity, for circumstance—for a life that ultimately led me to him.
It certainly wasn’t simple chance. Whatever it was, I hoped I could show it, and Max, how grateful I was and give him a damn good time too.
Wondering how he might react but totally emboldened, I leaned in and gave a little nip at his earlobe. "On your back, handsome. You've earned this."
His brow arched, but he rolled back, crossing his hands underneath his head to recline and watch as I came up to kneel beside him. I think he was expecting me to wrap my lips around him, because he looked to my belly and then up to me with perhaps a bit of concern when I leaned over a bit. Really, I was just getting ready to swing my leg over and straddle him properly, trying to keep most of my weight off him as I wiggled my hips, his cock nestled against my backside. When I felt it throb against me, it almost felt like it was going to push me forward, and I couldn't help but think it must have been painfully hard. He didn't look to be in any discomfort, to say the least.
A little worried about sitting fully atop him, I stayed up on my knees a bit, but he gave me a reassuring look and eased me down. He always guided me with such care, but confidently too. I leaned forward then and reached back to grasp his length, guiding it into me, the sudden intensity of entry cementing in my mind that I'd never get used to it. Not that I wanted to—it was incredible to feel so close to "too much" every time, at the outer limit of pleasure, completely filled and then some.
I straightened up and laid my hands at the underside of my belly, sliding up and over it as I began rocking and shifting. Max, usually so firm in so many ways, seemed to be in the process of melting beneath me. I couldn't help but smile as he pulled a hand free to reach up and cup one of my breasts from below, sliding between it and my belly. It had to be his favorite place in the world by then, if the time he spent getting there or trying to get there was any indication.
He pulled his other hand free from beneath his head, and replacing it with a pillow, he brought it to my belly and began gently stroking with his fingertips. I was surprised at the sudden shudder that ran through me—I didn't know I'd become so sensitive there, and it only got more intense as he drifted lower.
Soon, my body seemed to be rocking of its own volition, consumed by the feeling of him shifting and grinding deep inside me. My thoughts were spinning around an axis not of my pleasure, but his. Watching him rock and writhe beneath me, tensing up now and then in what might have been an attempt to keep himself from moaning out too loudly, or maybe retaking the control I'd assumed. He didn't seem reluctant to give it up—not in the way I expected, anyway. Instead, he seemed eager to take the experience exactly as I wanted to give it to him, and was fighting an instinct to claim me as he had before.
Seeing my now-and-forever mate giving himself over to me that way was unbelievable, and I desperately wanted to reward his restraint and discipline. It couldn't have been easy to resist, smiling to myself at my secret little joke.
As that all-too-skilled finger quickened at my clit, even those thoughts were dispelled. Mind and body became one, and everything he'd made me feel up to that point coalesced into a swirling singularity of overwhelming joy, the whole of my being saturated in it. What seemed to be competing ideas—taking anything he'd give me and having anything I wanted from him—didn't seem to clash at all, blending into a synchronous feeling of pure mutual bliss.
He squeezed my breast a bit more firmly and, through increasingly breathy moans, he managed to speak. "You're fucking incredible, Caro. It's all yours, baby." Still, even as he said that, he seemed to lose the tight rein he had on the motion of his hips, bucking them up against me a bit harder, bouncing me in his lap.
After a few half-strokes, the feeling of him hitting my most sensitive depths drew a sharp gasp that no doubt would have broken loose as a screaming moan of something far more primal than pleasure had I not managed to trap it in my chest. I still reflexively brought one hand up to cover my mouth, though whether it was from not wanting to be heard by anyone but him or not wanting to alarm him, I couldn't say.
Max stopped where he was, still buried deep inside, and gave me a questioning sort of look. I was quick to relieve any worry that he'd hurt me by letting the shuddering moan drain through my fingers, slow and even. The moment I started to lean forward to accommodate him a little better, I felt those strong hands shoot down to my hips.
I watched him intently as he settled beneath me, lifting me up a few inches and keeping me there with what would have been shocking ease if I weren't fully aware of how strong he was. I brought my knees a bit further up on either side of his hips to get comfortable. He seemed just as eager, though for the moment shied away from pressing too deep too quickly.
Even as the moans started coming closer together and louder by the moment, I let my hand drop from my mouth, wanting him to hear. My belly was pressed between us, and even as his motions grew more forceful, he kept his chest remarkably still. I fully expected there to be some kind of pain from riding him if I leaned down. But the same way we seemed to conform to each other when he laid behind me, we fit together just right no matter what we did, and I knew I had him to thank.
I felt myself beginning to crest the tidal wave, looking down on the precipice into what I knew was going to be the strongest orgasm of my life. I did everything I could to hold myself there, waiting for him to join me. My already-trembling legs had clamped tight around him, the rest of my body still and silent. Max's increasingly frenzied pace told me he was getting just as close as I was.
Every sense seemed to freeze for a vanishingly small moment. All I could feel outside of sudden vortex I found myself in was the sensation of his hands on my hips, and that safety gave my body all the reassurance it needed to truly let go. I couldn't keep my mind in one piece, let alone my eyes or body in any one place. Completely overwhelmed, I felt myself in a blur of motion and sound, only the roar of his own climax cutting through the fever-dream haze of ecstasy.
As I drifted back toward reality, my mind popping and crackling in a full-blown overload, the only thing I felt was the primordial satisfaction of him throbbing inside me, wave after wave filling me. My eyes were slow to focus again, his flushed, gorgeous face the first thing I saw.