Page 26 of With This Wish

I slide my hips up and line myself with her center. After running my dick through her wet folds a few times, making sure to hit that sweet spot at the top, I stop, suddenly remembering my trip to the convenience store last night. “Shit,” I grit out. My body is desperately wanting to drive into her hard and deep, but my mind knows we need protection. I rest my head against her chest. “I haven’t been with anyone since you, so I’m clean. Condoms are in the nightstand.”

Maya cups my cheeks and brings my gaze back up to hers. “I haven’t been with anyone since you either. I’m clean and have an IUD.” She smiles at me, laughter in her eyes. “Forgive me if I no longer trust the reliability of condoms.”

I chuckle and lean down to kiss her, but a moan escapes my mouth before I can. My eyes move down to where Maya is gripping onto my dick again, rubbing it against her clit. “Fuck, that is so hot,” I admit as I desperately try not to come.

“You said I was the boss, so get inside me now before I use just the tip to get what I need,” she tells me. She is attempting to smirk, but it fails when she gasps and cries out after I drive myself into her in one swift move.

I smile and grind into her as hard as I can, watching her for any signals that it’s too much. “I said you could order me around, Beautiful, but I’m still the boss,” I tell her. My hips snap back and push in again, deeper this time to try and hit that magic spot inside that will have her crying out my name over and over again. Nothing feels as good as being with her like this, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives making love as often as possible.

My thrusts go deeper until I bottom out. Our bodies are as close as two bodies can get without melting into one another, though the way we move together, so in sync, feels as if we are at least sharing the same brain if not the same body. Maya’s hands move up my back until she’s gripping my shoulders, her heels digging into my ass as I piston in and out of her. I angle my hips until I see her eyes start to roll back inside her head. “There we go.” I sigh. Sweat breaks out over my body from the exertion of holding myself above her, and I drive myself inside of her, trying to stave off my own orgasm for as long as I can.

A low moan escapes Maya’s mouth as her hands scratch my back. “So good,” she pants out. “So, so good. I think I’m—” her words cut off as her eyes light up. Watching her chase and capture her orgasm has to be the most stunning thing I have ever seen, like catching lightning in a bottle. I keep going, wanting to get her there again, and when she cries out a little louder, the sound ringing out through the room, I finally give in to the tingling at the base of my spine and follow along with her, my eyes never leaving hers as I grunt out my release.

When we’re both sweaty and spent, I roll off to the side and gather her in my arms, enjoying the feeling of having her there and loving that this will be the first of many nights together. Our future isn’t completely secure yet, but what is secure is my knowing that no matter what, we’ll make it work so the two of us can be together along with our son. I love her and I love JJ. No matter what comes of my business proposal next week, I’m never leaving them behind again.

Maya’s contented sigh next to me makes me smile, and I lean over to kiss her temple. “God, I missed that,” she breathes out. Her blue eyes meet mine, and she smiles. “It’s been a long time since we were together, but it felt just like it did last time, like your body could read mine so well and give me exactly what it needed.” She shakes her head and hides her face in my chest. “That probably sounds so dumb.”

“No,” I tell her, lifting her gaze back to mine. “It sounds exactly like it felt to me. It was like you were in my mind, my body, my soul. You were everywhere and it was amazing and crazy and magic all at the same time.”

Maya smiles shyly and leans over, brushing her lips against mine. “I’m going to clean up a little and then what do you say to some cold ratatouille and roast chicken?”

I kiss her once more, loving that I can touch her as freely as I want now. No interruptions, no holding back out of fear, nothing keeping us apart. “I say let’s eat in bed so as soon as I have a little strength back we can start round two.”

Maya smiles and nods. “Sounds like a plan,” she says. As I watch her leave the bed and wander over to the bathroom in all her naked glory, I decide that is one plan I’m going to stick to.

Chapter Twenty-One

Maya

The sound of geese honking brings me out of a peaceful night’s sleep. It’s not the sound of geese honking that’s unfamiliar to me, but the feel of cool, cotton sheets underneath me that has me slightly confused. In the fall and winter, I am exclusively a flannel sheets kind of gal, so I know I’m not at home. Waking up in a bed other than my own is so foreign to me that it takes me a few moments before I remember where I am and who I am with. With a contented sigh, I reach over for Jake only to come up empty-handed. The same sense of loss I felt all those years ago returns, an old familiar visitor that you’d rather never come around again.

Shaking that feeling off and squinting one eye open, I peek around the room, knowing I’ll find Jake around here somewhere. I trust Jake to not leave, I think it might just take my body a while to catch up with my brain and heart when it comes to pushing the panic aside. My eyes roam over the wood paneling, noting the nature photography and macramé on the walls. It should look outdated, but it’s tastefully done and I make a mental reminder to ask the cabin’s owners who supplied the décor. It could be a good find for the store. Finally, my eyes roam over to the kitchenette and land on Jake, seeing him staring into an open cabinet and frowning intently.

“What is in that cabinet that could have personally offended you so much?” I ask, my voice slightly raspy from sleep. My body twists as my limbs stretch out the remnants of sleep and I yawn. My muscles are deliciously sore from rounds one through three last night and round four in the wee hours of the morning, and I can’t wait for more rounds over the coming days, weeks, months, and years. Knowing we have years ahead of us brings a wide smile to my face, a smile which only widens when Jake shucks his sweats and climbs back into bed with me.

“There is nothing in that cabinet but instant coffee and some stale crackers,” he says with a frustrated grunt. Reaching over, he pulls my back to his front and wraps a strong arm around my middle. “I was hoping to make you breakfast in bed, but I forgot that I’ve been spending most of my time at your place, so there’s nothing here.”

I wiggle my ass into his hardening length, smiling when he groans and reaches a hand up to cup my breast. “I can think of a few ways we can take our minds off breakfast for a little while.”

Jake presses himself against me as he peppers kisses across my shoulder. “I like the way you think, Beautiful, but I want to take care of you.”

My heart melts at his declaration, but what I need from him right now has nothing to do with food. Our connection is strong when we’re doing nothing at all, but it feels even stronger when we’re together in bed and I need that right now. After three years without it, I need it more than I need anything else. The closeness, the intimacy of it all, is like a drug and I need another hit. With a steady hand, I move his hand from my breast down to my clit and start rubbing myself against it. “You are taking care of me,” I assure him. Pressing three of his fingers inside me, an almost obscene moan escapes from my mouth as I move against his hand. His fingers are long and thick, filling me up just enough to have my breath hitching with each movement.

“This what you need, Beautiful? Need me to get you off again?” he asks. I nod, the back of my head hitting his shoulder as he curls his fingers, hitting that elusive spot deep inside that he seems to be able to find in seconds. Jake hums softly against my hair. “Love doing this for you. And I plan on doing it every chance I get.”

“Sounds good to…” I agree before a gasp breaks off my words. Jake’s thumb is thrumming over my clit, and the added sensation has my body tensing, readying itself for my orgasm. I reach a hand back and lace it in his copper curls, tugging when he hits just the right pressure and speed to have me close. “Jake.”

“I know, Beautiful. Come for me,” he commands. Almost instantly the tension I’ve been feeling in my body tightens and releases, and a warm euphoria floods through my body as a silent cry leaves my throat. As soon as I come down from my high, I feel Jake pull his fingers out only to lick them clean. “Damn. You taste just as good as I remember.”

I chuckle breathlessly as I return to my body. “Of all the things to remember,” I say, spinning around and looking into his deep-blue eyes.

Jake lightly brushes my hair away from my face. “I remember everything,” he whispers. He looks so completely in love with me that I can’t catch my breath from feeling like the most special woman that ever lived. I need him again, not just for release, but to feel that sense of connection and devotion I crave whenever he looks at me the way he is now. Pushing Jake onto his back and climbing on top of him, I notice he’s still hard. Since I am more than ready, I line myself up and impale myself on him in one move, swirling my hips and leaning down to press our lips together. Jake’s hands immediately move over my body. Gripping my hips and ass before moving up to rub my back. My hips slant as I search for the right angle, and when I find it, I grind my body against his over and over again until Jake breaks the kiss, panting for air. “God, you’re amazing,” he tells me. He’s gritting his teeth as I bring him closer to the edge, and the knowledge that I’m the one giving him this pleasure has me preening.

“We’re amazing,” I correct him, breathing heavily as I feel the telltale signs of another orgasm coming upon me. As soon as Jake leans up and pinches one of my nipples, I am done for, moaning and coming harder than I have in a very long time. Jake comes just after me, thrusting his hips up to meet mine as he spills inside me. Collapsing on his chest from all the effort, I rest my head on his shoulder and lightly brush my fingers through the springy hair between his pectorals as he comes down with me.

One of Jake’s hands is splayed on my back while the other is running through my hair. “Thank you,” he tells me, kissing my temple.

“For the sex?” I ask wryly. “Because if you plan on thanking me each time, you might get tired of saying it.” Now that we’re together again, I know I am going to want him at least twice a day if not more, though I have a feeling a certain two-year-old will put a kink in those plans soon enough.

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