Page 57 of The Beautiful Collision
I hook my fingers in her panties and slide them down, revealing her to me completely. She’s already wet, and the first touch of my tongue makes her entire body arch off the bed. And then I start to explore her with single-minded focus, finding a rhythm that has her grinding against my face, chasing her pleasure.
“Oh god,” she pants, one hand tangling in my hair, holding me exactly where she needs me. “Right there, don’t you dare stop, don’t?—“
I don’t stop. I double down, adding two fingers to work in tandem with my tongue, curling them to find a spot that makes her whole body go rigid. She comes with her thighs clamping around my head, and I work her through it, gentling my touch as she starts to come down and catch her breath.
When I finally move back up her body, she gives me a kiss that’s different from all the others—slower, deeper, with a tenderness that makes me ache. She can taste herself on my tongue, and the way she moans into my mouth has me so hard it actually hurts.
“I want you in me,” she murmurs against my lips.
I have to force myself to pull away long enough to grab a condom from my nightstand. I pull my jeans and underwear off,then tear open the wrapper and roll it on. And when I settle back between her legs, the weight of the moment hits me.
This isn’t just sex.
This is something else entirely, something I don’t have words for yet.
Or something I’m too afraid to name.
I line myself up at her entrance, then pause, meeting her eyes. “Maya…”
“I know,” she whispers.
And maybe she does.
Maybe she feels this shift too.
Feelings I can’t afford.
I push inside her slowly, watching her face as I fill her inch by inch. Her mouth falls open on a silent gasp, her nails digging into my shoulders. When I’m fully inside, we both go still, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of being connected like this.
“Fuck,” I breathe, dropping my forehead to hers. “You feel incredible.”
She responds by rolling her hips, taking me even deeper, and any ability I had to form coherent thoughts disappears entirely. I start to move, slow and deep at first, wanting to make this last. Each thrust draws a soft sound from her throat, and I catalog every one like it’s something precious.
But Maya has other plans. She wraps her legs around my waist, using the leverage to meet my thrusts, turning our slow burn into something more urgent. Her hands are everywhere—in my hair, scoring down my back, gripping my ass to pull me deeper.
“Harder,” she demands, and who am I to deny her anything?
I pick up the pace, driving into her with a force that has the headboard knocking against the wall. She meets me thrust for thrust, our bodies moving together in perfect synchronization.Every motion feels like a conversation, every touch a confession neither of us is brave enough to voice.
“Turn me around,” Maya gasps suddenly, pushing at my shoulders with surprising strength. “I want you to take me from behind.”
The raw demand in her voice nearly undoes me right then and there. I pull out, both of us groaning at the loss, and she’s already moving, scrambling quickly and positioning herself on her hands and knees with an urgency that matches my own.
“Hard?” I ask, running my hands over the curve of her ass, mesmerized by the sight of her offering herself to me so completely.
“Yes,” she breathes, looking back at me over her shoulder with eyes gone dark with need. “Don’t hold back.”
Not one to argue with a sexy request from a gorgeous woman, I line myself up and thrust back inside in one smooth motion, the new angle drawing a sharp cry from her lips. My hands find her hips, gripping tight enough to leave marks as I set a punishing rhythm that has her fisting the sheets.
“Fuck, Maine,” she moans, dropping to her elbows, changing the angle even more. “Just like that.”
I lean over her back, one hand bracing on the mattress while the other slides around to find her clit. The moment I touch her, she clenches around me, a broken sound escaping her throat. She’s close, I can tell, and so am I, wanting to explode more than anything.
“Come with me,” I growl against her ear, feeling my release building at the base of my spine. “I’m so close?—“
She shatters beneath me, my name a moan on her lips as her orgasm rips through her. The feeling of her pulsing around me obliterates what’s left of my control, and I follow her over, my vision going white as pleasure crashes through me in waves that seem endless.
We collapse on the bed and just lie there, my weight on top of her, both of us panting and trembling in the aftermath. I’m still inside her, neither of us seeming eager to separate. She caresses my thigh, and I press kisses to her shoulder, her neck, anywhere I can reach without having to move too much.
