Page 33 of Made Over by Meredith

She peered over her shoulder at me, arching her back in a silent invitation, and I wrapped one hand around her hip as I gripped my cock, notching it at her entrance. She pushed back against me at the same time I thrust in, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut at the light that flashed in my eyes. I coughed, theoverwhelming sensation too much to contain, and fell on top of Meredith.

“Christ,” I mumbled, burying my head at the back of her neck. “You feel so perfect. Too perfect.”

She moaned in reply, rotating her hips, and I curved my fingertips into her stomach, holding her still. “Don’t move yet. Not yet…” I kissed her shoulder blade. “I want to feel you come again, and I need a second.”

She sighed like I was asking her to solve world hunger and dropped to her elbows, her face against her bed, angling herself up into an even better position, and I groaned. “Trying to kill me.”

“You’rekillingme,” she said, stretching out long, tempting me to drive into her. Instead, I reached behind me for the rose, turning it on once again, and she cursed quietly, earning a smack on the round of her left ass cheek from me.

I wrapped my arms around her, slipping my fingers over where we met to help me place the vibrator over her clit without being able to see what I was doing. But Meredith’s noises guided me, and when it first touched her, she jolted.

I did too.

Felt that shock reverberate through my cock inside of her.

She pushed back up to her hands, fingers balled in the sheets, her spine long and tensed. “Oh my god,” she chanted over and over, the toy doing its thing while I slowly pushed in and out of her, barely clinging to my sanity. “Oh, shit, Aiden…”

“I know. I know.” I was hardly moving and yet my heart pounded like I was sprinting, every fiber of my being on fire, my muscles pulled taut. “I’m never leaving,” I grunted. “I’m never fucking leaving.”

She whimpered and spasmed, orgasming in another rush of liquid soaking both of us. I tossed the vibrator down to grip her hips roughly, pounding into her a handful of times until I filledthe condom, then dropped my weight on top of her, taking us both down to the bed.

I blinked, struggling to catch my breath, and searched for my glasses. Once I found them, I placed them on and stroked my hand down Meredith’s side. “You get it now?”

She shook her head.

“I’m not leaving.”

“But you are,” she croaked, slanting her head back to meet my gaze, and when I frowned at her, she shrugged. “You went out with Celeste last night.”

I nodded. I had the date scheduled, and Meredith all but ordered me to. Besides, I wanted to be sure.

“We started hanging out because of her,” she said, scooting away from me while keeping herself covered up with the ruined sheet. “I’m no one’s second choice.”

I flopped onto my back, growling, “Don’t start with that bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit.”

I nearly shouted, “It’s an excuse.”

“It’s not!” She didn’t mind raising her voice. Didn’t mind dropping the sheet when she was pissed, apparently, either. She snatched her shorts from the floor and stepped into them and had her shirt over her head seconds later. “You want Celeste, so go be with her.”

“I’m here with you right now.” I threw my arm out to the side, gesturing to me naked in her bed. “Why don’t you want to see what’s right in front of you?”

“Because you don’t want me. You’ve never wanted me. You’re just getting confused with everything.”

I hated that she was grasping at straws here, trying to come up with a justification of her dumping me, no matter how flimsy the reasoning was. “I’m not confused.Youare.”

I got up, stalking off to find the bathroom to take care of the condom while I heard her slamming drawers and doors. When I returned to her bedroom, she was waiting for me with my clothes in her hands.

“What are you so afraid of?” I asked, accepting my clothes, knowing she wouldn’t answer.

She couldn’t.

Because if she did, she’d have to admit to having a kink in her armor.

She’d have to tell the truth. Which was that she had weaknesses, and I knew them all. She didn’t want me to hurt her.

She left me to get dressed, and by the time I stepped down stairs, she was back to working, as if the last hour didn’t happen. She hadn’t touched the donuts or coffee on the table.

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