Page 80 of Mace

“I know, darlin’, but you’re no longer alone. Come on. You need to sleep.”

I lead her into the room next to where we left her siblings. I shut the door and move to the couch to toe off my boots. Maylie doesn’t move, her nerves apparent as she takes in the bed. “We’re just gonna sleep,” I assure her.

Her eyes move from the bed to me. “What if I don’t want to sleep?”

I scan her face, trying to discern where her head is at, but she’s surprisingly closed off. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to forget. I know I have no right to ask anything else of you, considering everything you’ve already done, but can you help me to forget?”

Fuck.The vulnerability in her words slices through me. “Maylie… not like this?—”

She doesn’t let me finish.

Rolling to her toes, she presses her mouth to mine and kisses me with a fevered desperation. I’m a cunt, because I should stop this. She’s emotional and upset, but I want her, so I press her back against the wall and let my tongue grapple with hers.

I lift her off the ground, her legs wrapping around my hips as our mouths fuse together. My heart is thumping like I’m a teenager having my first sexual experience. I’ve fucked so many women over the years, had a mix of both good and really bad sex, but I’ve never felt a single connection to any woman I’ve ever been with until now.

I’m no longer in control of myself, and from the way she clings to me as she devours my mouth, neither is she.

This isn’t enough. In this position, I can’t touch her the way I want to, so I walk us over to the bed and sit her on the edge of it. I lose our connection, our mouths coming apart as I reach for the hem of her sweater and drag it over her head. She lifts her arms instinctively, leaving her in a tiny vest top. I don’t bother to remove that, impatient to get my fill of her.

Instead, I pull it down under her breasts, revealing the pale pink lacy cups of her bra, which I unhook to get my first glimpse of those dusty coloured nipples. She’s perfection, and my decision to stop her from dancing is confirmed as a good one. The thought of anyone else seeing her naked has me growling in my throat before I drop to my knees in front of her.

Her gaze follows my movements as I part her thighs to make space for me and take one of her breasts in my hand before sucking the nipple into my mouth. Her fingers diginto the edge of the mattress as she tosses her head back, dragging in a ragged breath.

Does she have even the slightest clue how sexy she is?

She looks beautiful, her head tipped back, gripping the mattress like her life depends on it. My body is electrified in a way it’s never been, and my cock is so hard in my jeans that it borders on pain.

When I’ve had my fill of her pretty tits, I lift my head. I don’t even have her fully, and yet I’m more turned-on than I have ever been in my entire life. I reach for the button of her jeans, opening them and pulling down the zip. I see the first ripple of uncertainty in her eyes as she comes up onto her elbows to watch what I’m doing.

It’s enough to make me pause for a second. “You want to stop?”

She shakes her head. “No, I’m fine. Keep going.”

“You need me to stop, just say the word, yeah?”

“Okay.”

I pull her jeans off her legs, tossing them onto the floor behind me. Her underwear is simple black cotton knickers, a stark difference to the softness of the bra. Maylie’s hands twitch, as if she’s debating covering herself, and eventually, she covers the apex between her thighs.

If she knew the battle raging inside me, the sheer force of will it is taking for me not to toss her down and ram my dick deep inside her body, she would not have an iota of uncertainty.

Putting a knee onto the mattress, I lean down and kiss her with every ounce of passion that beats inside my body, leaving no doubt about what I feel for her. Maylie truly has no idea how perfect she is, and that only adds to herappeal. While I admire confidence, I’m drawn to her sweetness.

“Are you on the pill?”

She shakes her head. “I’ve never… I don’t…”

I run my hand over her stomach, enjoying the ripples of her muscles. “It’s okay. I have condoms.”

As I try to climb off the bed, she grabs my shirt, stopping me. The look on her face makes my gut twist.

“Mace…” Apprehension quivers in her words, making me pause. “I’ve… I…” She sits up awkwardly on her elbows, her hand covering her bare breasts before she tugs her top up. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I really do.”

“It’s okay if you ain’t ready. There’s a lot going on and things are a bit crazy. We can just sleep, darlin’, if you’d rather?—”

“I’m a virgin.” She blurts it out so fast, it takes my brain a moment to catch up.

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