Page 20 of Embracing Us

“Because, for once, I want to put your needs before my own. This is important to you, therefore, it is important to me. Being your wife would be the best position I could ever have.”

“You heard me talking to Jackson, didn’t you?” he says, softly. “The other night on the roof terrace.” I drop my gaze from his guiltily, embarrassed at being caught snooping. “Beautiful, I don’t want you doing this for me. If we are going to get married, I want you to do it for us.”

“I am doing this for us,” I argue, climbing up onto his lap to straddle him. His hands wrap around my ass, holding me still. I take his face between my fingers and lock my lips with his. He tightens his grip on my flesh as his cock hardens between my legs. Pulling back, I fix his eyes with mine. “I want to be Mrs Linda Gordon. Marry me, please.” We are nose to nose, our breath intermingling between us. “You told Jackson this is what you wanted.” My voice strains slightly as my confidence wavers. This is something I’d been considering doing, but the situation hadn’t been how I planned to ask him. The moment felt right, and I went for it; maybe I was wrong.

“Yes,” he whispers against my lips. “I’d love to marry you, Beautiful.” He chuckles.

“What?” I question, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and biting down gently, then releasing him.

“I love the fact you’ve got me by the balls,” he says. “But I am feeling ever so slightly emasculated in this moment.” I kiss him, fiercely. “Where has this strong confident woman appeared from?” he asks with a smile. “I love it. Being in Spain suits you. It suits us.”

“Here will always be our special place. Where it all began. We both arrived here last year with broken hearts and found each other. Last summer, we both finally found what we had been searching for.” I wrap my arms around him, holding on tight. “Love. Real love.”

“Real love, fancy showing me what that looks like?” he says, pushing my shoulders so I sit back and look at him. “Does it look like you on your hands and knees while I pound you from behind?” His eyes burn with arousal.

“It can look like anything you want. I’d let you do whatever you desired to me.” I move from his lap onto my hands and knees beside him, spreading my legs wide. “Come on then.”

“You don’t need to ask me twice,” he growls, standing and moving behind me. His hands come to my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. My dress is pushed up over my ass exposing my bikini bottoms. Max unties the sides and they fall onto the bedspread. One hand releases my hip, then crashes down hard across my butt cheeks. I whimper, knowing what’s coming. He rubs the stinging flesh in his palm, then smacks me again. Repeating the process. “Move forward,” he orders, gruffly, then climbs onto the bed behind me. “Sit back.”

I sit up. He’s on his knees, and I rest my ass against his legs, his cock snug between my butt cheeks. His arms come around my thighs settling between my legs. A skilled finger slides down onto my clit. He massages the sweet spot gently at first, then with increased pressure. Excitement builds within me, the familiar buzz of orgasm getting near. I rub against him, enjoying the direct friction. As I go to lean forward, his hand grabs my hair, pulling me backwards. “Stay up, widen your legs and burst all over me. I want to feel those juices flowing from you before I bend you over and spank that fine ass again.”

I wriggle against him, then reach around to touch his cock. He bats my hand away.

“You won’t be getting any of that until you come,” he growls, darkly in my ear. “At least once, but I’m thinking three orgasms before I fuck you. When you’ve already peaked, then I take you. That pussy of yours is so bloody sensitive. Your body contracts around me every millimetre I move. It’s fucking exquisite torture.” I push against his hand, rocking my hips, stilling as my legs give way and the sensation of coming surges through me. “Yes, Beautiful. Let those juices flow.”

He holds me as I go to pieces in front of him. The room swirls as sensation envelops reality. I move to lift my ass, and he pulls me back down. “Again,” he says, firmly. “Three orgasms I said. Not before. No matter how many times you lift that ass to my face.” His fingers return to my clit to continue their assault. This peak comes quickly after the last, followed by the third rush of arousal. “Now, get on your knees.” Panting, I scramble up onto all fours as he ordered me to.

With my whole body in a state of spasm, he enters, no mercy given. He grips my hips and slams into me, hard. I drop to my elbows as he rides me, and my orgasm builds again. “Don’t you dare let go,” he growls. “Wait for me, you greedy girl. And I don’t want to stop yet.” His hand crashes off my skin again, startling me but he doesn’t break his rhythm. His thrusts get deeper and stronger, pushing me further into the mattress. My body takes over, and I let go. My pussy contracts hard around him as he moves. “Beautiful,” he barks, breathless. “Did you come when I told you not to?” His finger snakes across my skin, landing firmly on my clit again, pushing hard. The orgasm heightens further, my body torn between being filled by him and caressed by him. “You’re in fucking trouble.” He increases his pace and pressure, holding me firm against him until he empties himself. Groaning loudly as he does so.

“Shh…” I hiss. “Sleeping baby.”

“Fuck, I forgot he was in our room.” He laughs, but the rest of the room stays silent. Thank goodness. We clamber under the blanket together, and, wrapped around each other, drift off into a peaceful sleep. Happy, sated and together.

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