by Max Henry
Steph pulled back, allowing him room to wriggle the fabric up, and over her head. He tossed it aside, smirking at the satisfying clink the zipper made as it hit the mirror. “Ya still over-dressed, Love.”
Heat hooded her gaze as she reached behind herself, and undid her bra. The lace flew across the room, and she stood over his hips to wriggle her panties off. What a sight he had; perfect, smooth skin asking to be tasted as he found his way to her centre.
She moved to resume her position straddling him, but let out a small squeak as he took her hips in his hands. He had other ideas. Steph collapsed onto his chest, and he smacked her on the ass, urging her to scoot upward.
She settled her knees either side of his head, and he drew in a deep breath, growing ridiculously hard at the sheer smell of her arousal.
“Mmm,” he moaned, nuzzling into her moist centre.
“Shit, Pete. It’s been so long without you.”
He smiled, and dragged his tongue along the length of her sex. Beautiful. “I had ya this morning, Love,” he murmured against her swollen flesh.
“It wasn’t enough,” she groaned, taking firm hold of the headboard as he ran his tongue through her once more.
Steph mewled, and bucked on his face as he dove his tongue deep, milking her unique essence from deep inside. Nothing compared to the taste of his woman, and it was certainly one he’d never tire of. If he could live off of her, he’d eat her morning, noon, and night.
Her hips rocked faster, and the feel of her muscles quiver over his tongue told him she was on the brink. Not yet. With his hands on her waist, he lifted her off, and guided her aside. Steph lay on the bed beside him, her lids heavy with want, licking her lips.
“Hungry?” he asked.
“Famished,” she purred.
Pete stroked himself as he shuffled beside her, growing at the sight of her moving her head to the side, and parting her lips in anticipation. He lay the head of his cock on her top lip, and she tilted her head to take him inside her warm mouth.
Air hissed from between his teeth as he relished the feel of her velvety tongue glide around the top of his length. She drew him deeper, until her throat closed over the tip.
“Stop, Love. Stop.” He was a fool to think he could make it last; he’d had too little of her for too long.
She released his erection, and drew her head back. “What did I do?”
“All the right things.”
Pete maneuvered himself between her legs, unable to hold out from sinking himself deep into her heat a second longer. He pushed forward, and closed his eyes as her eager pussy guided him home. She’d spoilt him, and he knew that if the worst happened between them, he’d never find anything that would compare to the high he got thrusting deep inside her.
They moved in unison, a mismatch of heavy breaths, and desperate hips as they clawed towards their release. Steph dug her nails into his biceps, trying to hold him close.
But he needed more. He had far too much pent up frustration to go easy on her.
Pete reared back, and took the loops of her collar in hand. He placed his free hand on her shoulder, pinning her to the bed, and pulled down the length of her body with the collar, forcing her into him harder. The depths he reached with every thrust left him light-headed, greedy for more of his unique high.
He wanted to pound her hard enough to pass out, all to know he’d reached the best he could ever have.
Selfish.
Steph cried out his name, fisting her hands in the bedding, her face contorted in a mixture of ecstasy, and pain.
He pushed harder, faster, until at last his legs grew weak, his toes numb, and all sense of co-ordination was shot as he lay above her twitching out his release.
He opened his eyes, and saw the sheer love in Steph’s as she looked at him, a smile on her lips.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Love.”
“What on earth for? That was …” She sighed, short for words.
“You didn’t come.”
“Next time, baby.”
Pete drew back, kneeling between her legs. “Like fuck my girl doesn’t get a go.”
“Baby—“
“Nothing.”
He reached out, and rubbed circles over her still swollen clit.
“Baby, it’s a little messy.”
“Stop bein’ so fuckin’ shy about it, and take what’s yours.” He thrust two fingers inside her, feeling her muscles grip at the intrusion, eager for more. “See, ya still lookin’ for it.”
“Oh,” Steph moaned, throwing her head back, and shutting her eyes. “Damn, Pete. I’m close.”
“I know ya are. I can feel it.” He increased the pace of his fingers, rubbing her with his thumb at the same time.
Steph’s hips pushed against his hand, looking for more. He inserted a third finger, and felt himself grow at the sounds she made as he plied for her release. The things this woman can do.
Within seconds, her muscles rippled about his fingers, and the moistness that coated his hand doubled. She cried out, falling limp. Sated.
“That’s better.” Like he wouldn’t have let her finish.
She looked up at him, an amused grin on her lips. “Thank you, baby.”
“Don’t ever thank me for what you deserve, Love.” He backed off the bed. “Stay there.”
“I’m not arguing,” she replied, squeezing her legs together.
He turned for the bathroom to get a warm cloth to clean her with, and sucked a sharp breath at the reflection that greeted him.
He hadn’t seen that guy in such a long fucking time.
Staring back, grinning like an idiot, and looking relaxed was Pete. No more Pistol. Not for a while anyway.
He’d changed into exactly the person he’d been searching for. Only until he met Steph, he never knew how much he was going about it the wrong way.
One amazing woman was all it had taken all along.
One soul mate.
His soon-to-be wife.
Trevor looked around the room at the mess of hazards strewn across the floor. Sure his back had healed nicely over the past year, but it sure as shit didn’t mean he wanted to risk falling ass-over-kite and doing himself in a second time.
He squat down, and started piling the small plastic objects away into a storage bin that was lying on its side.
“You don’t have to do that.”
He looked over his shoulder at Steph, standing in the doorway. Staying with the two of them was always going to be a temporary gig, until that was he had almost ended up in a bloody wheelchair. The two of them had taken him in, and helped out through the months of physical therapy he’d needed to feel free to move unhindered again.
“I don’t mind. Beside you’ve got your hands full.” He nodded to the bundle in her arms.
“She’s asleep. Honestly, I’ll do it soon. Don’t you have a date to get ready for or something?”
He grinned. Karla. Yeah, he had a date to get ready for. Months of pursuing the girl paid off, and she’d finally agreed to go on a proper outing with him.
“I’ll never understand why she’s given you the run-around,” Steph continued. “If I didn’t have Pete, you’d be in trouble.” She smiled, teasing.
“No-no, darling. You’d be the one in trouble.” He laughed. Banter with Steph was always so easy.
“Hurry up and get changed. I doubt she wants to go out with you wearing that.”
He looked down at his dust-covered clothes. “I thought you girls like a man who was good with his hands?”
“In the bedroom, not with a hammer.”
He chuckled, and stood to head for his room. “I admire you, you know.”
“What for?” she asked, bopping the wee baby in her arms.
“Being able to do the nights on your own while Pete’s at work.”
“He’s looking for another job, but it is what it is until then.”
“I don’t get why he doesn’t open his own place with that money.”
“
He wants to earn it himself.”
“She’s settled you down, huh?” He edged the blanket aside with a finger, and traced the tiny button nose.
“Yeah, she has,” Steph replied, looking down at the infant. “I was so scared that I wouldn’t be able to do it, you know. But I think she’s proved me wrong.”
“Sophie Rose.” He kissed her tiny forehead, and placed another on Steph’s cheek. “I’m in the shower.”
“About time.” Steph chuckled.
He tugged his work shirt over his head, and tossed it in the laundry as he passed by. Nerves swirled in his gut as he cranked the water on in the shower, and shirked his shorts off. He hadn’t felt this giddy about a girl in a long time, but he knew Karla was worth it.
That first night they met, there was a pull he’d never felt before. He was drawn to her, and he knew she felt the same way—even if it had taken months to get her to admit it.
But, guess that’s what he got when he was upfront with her from the start.
She hadn’t taken too kindly to knowing what he left Ireland for, what his previous job had been. He hadn’t come right out and said ‘Oh, I was a hit man.’ How stupid would that have been? He didn’t know if she would run to the cops. Instead he’d told her he had been caught up in illegal activities.
And she’d run, which he couldn’t blame her for at all. In her position, he probably would have run like hell, too. All the same, he’d never let her get far. He’d kept his distance, watching, waiting for her to be ready for him to try again. And he did.
Repeatedly.
Trevor stepped under the warm flow of water, and took his semi-hard cock in his hand. He stroked the tension away, eyes closed, thinking of how it felt to touch her, of the way his body reacted at the sight of her.
Over a year since he’d had sex, but he wanted to show her that she meant more than a conquest. He was paying for it, with a severe morning glory every fucking day. But she was worth it.
He knew it.
Now he had to convince her he was, too.
To my hubby—are you sick of getting the top spot yet? No? Didn’t think so ;)
Thank you for always encouraging me, listening to me rant on about whatever problem I’m having, even if it sometimes sounds like jibberish to you. I know it sux going to bed on your own most nights, but I know you’re equally as proud as I am at what we’ve managed to achieve these past two years.
To my babies—although you aren’t so little anymore. Time goes fast, and I’m forever grateful that I get to spend more time with you two than I would had I needed to go back to work in an office. Pretty soon Mum is going to have to hide her books from you so we don’t have any awkward conversations with your teachers about the things you tell the other kids at school. But until you can fully understand what it is that Mummy does, I’m happy getting cuddles for no other reason than because you want them. Love you so much.
To the girls of TGNAFN—you know who you are—thank you. The support, and genuine friendship that I’ve got from our bunch means the world to me. Know that I look up to each and every one of you, and the shared knowledge is something I will never be able put into words how helpful it has been. To the locals in the bunch—can’t wait for our next night out ;)
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Originally born and bred in Canterbury, New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia.
Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn’t change a thing.
In her down time, Max can be found at her local gym, brain-storming through a session with the weights. Or, she may be out bumping, and jostling her way along a dirt track with the family in hubby’s 4WD.
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