Page 133 of The Love You Win

“What are you doing?” Her slim fingers grip my wrist.

“Just getting a condom, Short-Stack.”

“I…” Isla sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. She squirms in my bed. “I’ve got an IUD. And all my tests have been clear.”

Staring into her vibrant azure eyes, I swallow roughly. “Baby, are you saying you want to have sex without a condom?” I need to hear her say it. This isn’t the kind of thing you make assumptions about. Especially not when trust is a tentative thing between us.

The pretty pink in her cheeks darkens. “Yes. If you want to.”

“I’m all clear,” I tell her, abandoning my plans to grab a foil packet out of my bedside table. Instead, I turn back to Isla and cage her in with my arms. “And I’ve never had sex without a condom.” Not even when I was with Candace. Some part of me never trusted her enough. But Isla? Hell yes, I want to be bare inside of her.

Her lips part enough to let her tongue run across them. “Then fuck me bare, Maddox.”

Her words unleash something wild in me, and I pick her up, settling on the mattress with Isla in my lap. I groan when she straddles me. Her pussy’s so warm and wet. And she grinds it across my rock-hard shaft. “Damn, baby. You feel so good.”

“I’d feel better if you were inside me,” she whines.

This woman. I chuckle, taking her lips with mine. “So impatient.”

She opens her mouth to reply, but whatever she was going to say gets lost in a gasp as I lift her hips, line myself up, and pull her down onto my cock.

Holy shit. She feels like heaven. Warm and soft and wet, I never want to leave the satiny embrace of her pussy.

“Maddox,” she says in a breathy exhalation. Her arms wrap around my neck as she buries her face in my shoulder. “Oh, god.”

It takes all of my self-restraint not to rut into her like a wild beast. I’ve missed her. I’ve missed this. But we’ll have plenty of time for wild sex. What we both need right now is to reconnect. This incredible woman needs to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I love her and I’m never leaving her again.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

She nods against my shoulder. Isla’s hips begin to move, her body seeking friction and relief. She grinds her clit against my pelvis and moans. “So good.”

I couldn’t agree more. My fingers skim across her back as I hold her. Goosebumps erupt in their wake. And when I can’t stay still any longer, I gently grip her chin and silently ask her to look at me. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Our bodies find a slow, sensual rhythm. We stare into each other’s eyes. When we kiss, it’s deep and drugging. The sensation of her soft breasts pressed against my much harder chest, of our sweaty skin sliding together, and my fingers gripping the softness of her hips is more profound than anything I’ve ever experienced. This isn’t just sex. This is making love.

With every rock of our hips, we profess our devotion. Every breathy moan is a promise for our future together. Every soft cry is an apology. Each kiss breathes new life into the relationship I thought I’d lost.

“You’re everything,” I whisper against Isla’s lips. My hips buck a little faster. I’m so close, but I refuse to come until she’s ready to fall over the edge with me.

“Maddox,” she cries.

“That’s it, baby.” I reach between us and press my thumb against her clit as she grinds against me. Her arousal drips down my balls. She’s close, too. Shifting, I angle my hips to give her better friction. Isla’s breathing turns ragged, and she arches her back. It presses her perfect tits up, and I bend down to take a nipple into my mouth. Swirling my tongue over the tight bud, I nip at her before licking it better.

“Oh!”

Her inner walls tighten and ripple around my cock. “That’s it, baby. That’s it.”

I continue to lavish Isla’s breasts with attention as I grip her hips and grind her clit against my pubic bone with every stroke. Her breathing speeds up, and my balls tighten.

“Maddox, I’m so close.”

“Let go, Isla. I want to feel your pussy milk my cock as I fill you with my cum.” I punctuate every few words with harder thrusts. The head of my cock drags against her inner walls and I have to grit my teeth to keep from shooting off before her. “I want you to scream my name as I paint your insides.”

“Oh god!”

And that’s all it takes for her to clamp around me like a vise. Her inner walls flutter and contract. I’ve never felt anything like it, and when she tilts her head back and screams my name, I’m gone. My balls tighten almost painfully, and every muscle in my body flexes as I pound up into her relentlessly. My cock jerks and I fill her with rope after rope of hot cum.

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