Page 155 of A Little Complicated

Lapping at her folds, I watch as her breathing grows ragged, and she squeezes her eyes shut, biting into her palm to muffle her scream.

She’s close.

Any second now.

I move one of my hands between us and scissor her entrance with my fingers as I flick my tongue against her clit, knowing it’ll push her over the edge. Coming, she clenches around me, the last of her restraint dissipating, and she chants my name over and over.

When she’s finished, I set her back on the ground. She scrambles to her knees, shoves me onto my back, and she’s on top of me, lining up my dick with her entrance and lowering herself onto it. A low moan fills the air as she drops her head forward, savoring the feel of me stretching her as she watches our bodies connect.

“Mav,” she whimpers.

“Move for me, baby.”

Her head bobs, and she lifts herself up a few inches, her hands pressed to my chest for balance. Slowly, she slides back down, and my dick jerks inside her.

“You still trying to kill me, baby?” I ask.

“Pretty sure that joke isn’t funny anymore.”

“It was funny a minute ago,” I point out.

“Only because my mouth was full of your cock.”

I laugh and hold onto her waist, keeping us connected as I roll her onto her back. Hooking her leg a little higher on my waist, I piston in and out of her, the sound of our bodies mingling with the crickets in the grass and our heavy breathing.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I rasp.

“Ditto,” she pants. “Pretty sure I’m gonna come again.”

“That’s my girl. Squeeze me tight, baby.”

I swallow her moan as she starts to come around me, milking my cock like a fucking vice. It pushes me over the edge, and I spill inside of her. I collapse on top of her tiny body. So small. So delicate. But even if she wasn’t, I’d still love her. Still care about her. Still hold her and worship her.

It’s her soul I’m in love with. Her soul I wish I could keep forever.

“Pretty sure I could break you,” I say against the column of her throat.

“Pretty sure you will break me,” she returns. “But I gotta give you credit. You fulfilled your end of the bargain. Those were some pretty freaking amazing orgasms. Just sayin’.”

I chuckle. “Glad I could be of service.” Rolling off her, I pull her against my chest, letting the moon act as our lantern high above us.

She drags her hand against my bare chest as her muscles melt into me. “I want this, Mav. Whether it’s a day, or a year, or ten. I want this.”

“I want this, too, Opie.”

“Then we’re gonna do this for real,” she murmurs. “And it might be ugly telling our family or getting Archer’s support. But I’m not going to waste time by overthinking things anymore or putting off the future I want. Not this. Not you and me.”

“I’ll talk to him,” I promise.

“I want to talk to him first.”

My brows dip. “You sure?”

She nods against my chest. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

“Whatever you need.”

“Thank you,” she whispers. “Although, if you want to call your mom and convince her to not hate me, that’d be great.”

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