Page 46 of I Found You
The sight of the kitchen halted me in my tracks. A buffet of ice cream toppings and syrups was set out on the countertop. A full pan of some pasta dish sat on the stove, cold and untouched. Maeve hurried in front of me as I turned toward the kitchen, my intent to use the bathroom forgotten. My chest felt tight as I took in all of the effort she’d made for dinner and a dessert night, my heart stuttering as my gaze was drawn to the dining room. Usually, we ate at the breakfast bar or in the living room on the floor. But tonight, Maeve had the dining room table set up for two with place mats laid out and an unlit candle in the middle.
“Wyatt, go grab a towel. You’re dripping water everywhere.” Her tone was chiding, but her eyes were pleading.
“Maeve,” I started, “did you have a date tonight?” I was trying to sound playful, but my stomach roiled at the thought of someone else making a claim on Maeve’s time. I’d told her earlier that I was going to come by today after work. She never told me not to. She probably wouldn’t confide in me about her dating life, but she would have warned me away if she expected company. No, she definitely didn’t have a date tonight.
“What?” The fake innocence in her voice made her pitch three octaves too high. “No. I just made dinner and wanted some ice cream, but I couldn’t decide what kind.”
“Who did you make dinner for, doll?” My head was foggy,but it wasn’t because of the alcohol. No. It was entirely due to all of the blood in my body heading south. If Maeve said that she made this for me, laid the table out for a romantic meal, created a little ice cream buffet for us to enjoy, I didn’t know what I would do. She had a sick baby on her hands and was already feeling overwhelmed about school starting up soon. She didn’t need to go through any extra effort on my account.
“You,” she said quietly. “It’s nothing though. Just some pasta. I set the table, big whoop. I should clean this up, actually.”
Fuck. I was so fucked. I was right, Maeve was entirely too good for me. But that was becoming harder and harder to give two shits about.
She tried to turn away from me, but I grabbed her by the wrist and spun her back. My breaths were coming fast, and when my eyes caught hers, something struck me like a lightning bolt. Electricity raced up my arm. I turned us both, backing her up against the wall, my body pressed firmly against hers. Her mouth was open as she stared back at me intently. I wanted to kiss her. It wasn’t even a want—I needed to kiss her, but Maeve wasn’t the kind of girl you fucked around with. Maeve was a serious kind of girl. The kind that you would take home to meet your family. Something I had already done.
“Wyatt,” she breathed. Pulling my eyes away from herdelectable mouth, I searched her eyes for confirmation. My head was tumbling with a million thoughts, but they all disappeared when Maeve lifted to her toes and slanted her mouth over mine.
It took me less than half of a second to catch up. I released her wrist and grabbed her by the waist. She was so soft, her curves so pliable in my rough hands. She pulled back slightly, but I followed her, never breaking contact. I was nowhere near done with this kiss. Her arms came around my neck, tangling her hands in my wet hair. I pulled my shirt over my head so that I wouldn’t continue to soak her through her dress. And maybe so that I could flex a little. My mouth immediately sought hers again. Maeve moved one of her hands from my hair to trail down my chest and over the lines of my abs. I groaned into her mouth and caught her moan of appreciation in mine.
I let my hands roam her body over her dress. I wanted to touch her everywhere, all at once. Her waist, her hips, her stomach, her tits, her thighs. I wanted it all. Maeve put her hand in the center of my chest and gave a small shove.
I broke the kiss and took a step back. “Fuck, Maeve. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it that far. Are you alright?” I asked breathlessly. She pushed me back another step. I didn’t want to crowd her if she needed space, but I liked it a fuck lot more when I was pressed up against her. Her eyes were frantically searching mine, but I didn’t know for what. I was out of my depth.
Maeve dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands on the waist of my pants, and before I could process what was happening, she had them completely undone. My dick burst forth like it wanted to attack. She wrapped her hands around my shaft, and all of the air left my lungs.
“Maeve,” I hissed. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to, Wyatt, please. Tell me no and I’ll stop,” she said, staring at my dick, her hands still moving firmly but slowly up and down me while she watched.
I barked out a laugh at the absurdity of it. This woman, on her knees for me, begging me to let her take my dick in hermouth. And she thinks I want her to stop. No fucking way could I put an end to this.
“Look at me,” I told her. Her head tilted up slightly, her eyes pointing up to find mine. “Open your mouth, doll.” My tone was commanding. My dick swelled as she did as I ordered. I hissed out a reverent “Fuck” as I inched my dick past her lips, watching it disappear into her mouth.
The edges of my vision darkened as I took her in. I had one hand pressed against the wall for support and one hand tangled in her hair.
She closed her lips around my shaft, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked me to the back of her throat. Holy shit, she felt so good. Her warm, wet mouth was fucking ecstasy. Her tongue swirled around my head as she bobbed up and down before pulling me out of her mouth fully with a hard suck and swallow, then moving her attention to my balls. Never stopping her hand movements, she took one of my balls into her mouth gently, giving it a small tug with her suction. She released it with a pop and moved to the other one.
I had imagined Maeve on her knees for me in my mind, but I was not expecting my sweet, innocent-looking girl to be so god-damn good at blowjobs. She had me completely in her control. I was groaning and growling like a beast throughout her ministrations. She left a series of light kisses along the underside of my shaft before swirling her tongue around my head again and diving in for another round.
My hand fisted around her hair, and I pulled lightly.
“Up. Now. I need to fuck you, doll. Tell me you want me to.”
She got to her feet and nodded.
My mouth found hers in a kiss that could burn down this house. I trailed kisses along her jaw and down her throat. The smell of coconut and vanilla invaded my senses. I traced the hem of her dress with my fingers before I pushed it up over her ass and hips, grazing her thighs and grabbing hold of her hips. A black thong was the only thing in between us. My heart was beating out of my chest as I pulled them down her legs, and she used her heels to push them the rest of the way off. Her soft curves and thick thighs were going to make me lose my mind. But her pretty pink lips, glistening with her arousal, were my undoing.
I spun her around so that she was facing the wall, my front to her back.
“Put your hands on the wall.” I retrieved a condom from my wallet and rolled it over my aching dick. I took a moment to admire her. She made the most beautiful sight with her dress hiked up and no panties on. She looked at me over her shoulder and bit her bottom lip. If she kept looking at me like that, I wasn’t going to be able to last.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her toward me, my other arm gently putting pressure on her back until she was bent over. My dick slid between her wet lips, and I felt her moan vibrate through her body. I hadn’t even entered her yet, and I was already in danger of losing control.
“Wyatt,” she called, pleading with me for more.
I pulled back and lined myself up, and this time, when I thrust, it wasn’t over her sweet pussy; it was into her. A slick, wet heat enveloped me, and I let out a feral groan. Maeve sucked in a breath and whimpered. I didn’t move for a second, giving her a beat to get used to my size.
“Are you good?” I asked her. I couldn’t tell if that was a goodwhimper or not. The last thing I wanted to do was pull away right now, but I couldn’t continue until I knew she was with me. If it wasn’t for her backing her ass into me, I would have asked for confirmation again.
