Page 77 of Four Weddings to Fall in Love
“Go ahead.”
“How did your previous relationships end?Have you had many?I told you what happened with me, but I don’t know about you.”
“I’ve had a few girlfriends.”He looks down at the sheets.“A couple of my exes said I was a bit…closed off.They felt they couldn’t fully know me.”
Huh.“I’ve never felt like that with you.”In fact, Max has been quite vulnerable with me.
“I’m glad.”He pauses.“I broke up with my last girlfriend because I could tell she was settling.”
“What do you mean?”
“She was thirty-four and wanted to get married and have kids.She thought I’d be a good husband and father, but I knew she didn’t love me, even though we’d been together for two years.I felt bad for ending things, and I doubted my decision for a long time, but I’m glad I did it, for my sake.”
Because then I found you.
Though he doesn’t say those words, I feel them as he holds my gaze.There’s something wonderful and terrifying about it all.
“I’m glad you did, too,” I say quietly.
“For a while, I worried that I could only be an acceptable match, and no one could feel strongly for me.”
I’m annoyed with this woman for making Max feel that way.He deserves to be with someone who loves him with her whole heart.
Is that me?Can I be what he deserves?
Was the sex so good in part because there werefeelingsinvolved?
It’s been years since I felt this way about anyone, and last time, it didn’t end well.I’m not in love with Max yet, but I can tell I’m getting there.I could love him.
“I know you’d never settle, Kim,” he says, “and I like that.You’re here because you want to be, and you bring out a side of me that no one else ever has.”
He kisses me, nice and slow, molding my body against his, and my doubts begin to recede.It’s so heavenly to feel his skin against mine.I don’t think I could tire of the way that feels, the way he touches me.
“Where are your toys?”he asks.
“Toys?”I feel disoriented.
“Sex toys.”Max speaks those words in that serious voice of his, and it’s enough to make me wet.
I open my bottom drawer.“Take your pick.”
He studies them carefully, lifting each one in turn, and I can barely stand the anticipation.Finally, he selects my smallest flexible dildo.
“I want you to be filled for the rest of the day,” he says.“Either with a toy or my cock.”
“It’s only six thirty.”
The corner of his mouth tilts up.“I’m aware.”He covers my body with his and teases my pussy with the tip of the toy.“What do you think?”
He slides it all the way inside me, and I groan.
“Yes,” I say.
“Good.”He nods briskly.“I thought you’d agree.”
He leans closer, until his lips are a hair’s breadth from my ear.My pulse speeds up as I wait for what he’ll do next.I feel like I’m standing on a cliff, my toes curled over the edge, barely hanging on.
“You’re a slut, Kimberly,” he says at last.“You like to be filled as often as you can, don’t you?”
