Page 52 of Impossible
She lifted her gaze to his and found him watching her.
“I’m not the most attractive of men anymore.”
“You are beautiful,” she whispered, gingerly putting her fingertips to the burn scar on his left shoulder. “When I think of the pain you suffered, I want to hurt someone. I want to make sure you never feel that again. I’m so sorry if I hurt you yesterday.”
He clasped the back of her neck. “You didn’t. I appreciate your honesty—always. Which is why I don’t want you to lie to me. Ever. You can’t think I’m beautiful.”
“You’re magnificent, actually.” She kissed the thin scar on his chest, moving her lips softly over his flesh.
His fingers twined in her hair and his other hand gently caressed her breast. Then he tugged her head back and kissed her again with a savage intensity that set her entire body aflame. She didn’t think she’d ever been this aroused. Desperate, really.
He pinched her nipple, pulling it so sensation exploded through her, arcing straight to her sex. She moaned into his mouth, wanting more. She pulled him closer, and he leaned over her, pushing her back onto the mattress.
His mouth left hers, and he seared a path down her throat and into the valley of her breasts, his lips and tongue scalding her flesh. She gripped his head, guiding him to her breast, needing to feel his mouth on her. He obliged, holding her as he closed over her nipple. He sucked, then grazed his teeth over the tip, making her cry out as a desperate hunger pulsed between her legs.
“Max,” she breathed, her fingers digging into his scalp as he devoured her breast. Sensations overwhelmed her, and she wrapped her legs around him.
He turned her on the bed and moved over her. His hand skimmed up her inner thigh, and she spread herself for him, holding her breath until he touched her where she most wanted him to.
His fingers gently stroked her sex, spreading her folds on his way to pressing her clitoris. She moaned again, his mouth still tormenting her breast. It was too much and yet not enough.
Ada lifted her hips, seeking more of him. Then he slid his finger into her, and she cast her head back as pleasure built. She wanted him—all of him—inside her. “Now, Max, please.”
He lifted his head and met her gaze, holding it as he slid his cock into her. She hadn’t even had time to touch him, to explore him, but she would. She didn’t need to sleep tonight.
She was so close and moved closer still when he thrust fully into her. She wrapped her legs around him once more and drew his head down to kiss him. He began to move, his hand still between them as he stroked her clitoris. It was all she needed to break apart. She came hard, her muscles clenching as ecstasy washed over her.
It was never-ending, for as he continued to drive into her, she rose even higher, her body cresting on new waves of rapture. At last, her orgasm faded, but the pleasure remained. She wanted more of him and wasn’t sure she’d ever get enough.
She clutched at his back, moving her hand down to the curve of his backside, reveling in the delicious firmness of his muscles. He slowed his movements, thrusting harder and deeper, claiming her with relentless purpose. He would take everything, and she would eagerly give it.
His mouth was still on hers, his breath rasping into her. Their bodies slicked together as they moved. She dug her heels into him, and he groaned just before snagging her lower lip with his teeth.
He kissed along her jaw to her ear, whispering, “Come again. Please.”
She was already on her way, her body climbing to the precipice from which she would tumble into a rapturous abyss. His hips snapped against hers, and he picked up speed again. Over and over, he drove into her until she fell a second time. She cried out as he thrust twice more. Then he pulled away from her with an anguished moan.
Ada turned with him, her hand finding his cock as she stroked him through his release. He collapsed to his back, and when he was finished, she snuggled next to him.
“You’ve done that before.” He was still breathing fast, and she couldn’t tell if that bothered him.
“I told you I did.”
“I meant that last part. After I left you, and you…helped.”
“Er, yes. I had a lover, and we did that.” Until they’d gotten lazy. “Does that trouble you?” Her breath held as she waited for his response.
He turned toward her and gathered her close. “Not at all. You are perfectly wonderful just as you are. Was he the man who broke your heart?”
Ada now knew what it felt like to be on the other side of intrusive curiosity. “Yes, but it wasn’t his fault.” Not entirely, anyway.
“I’d thrash him if I could.” He gazed at her intently, and she knew he meant what he said. “Did you mean what you said about later?”
“That we could go slower then?” Grateful that he didn’t ask her more about the past, she kissed him, then hovered her lips over his. “Yes.”
He swept her hair back from her face and kissed her deeply, pressing her back into the mattress. When he finally lifted his head, she was breathless.
Ada caressed his cheek, her thumb sweeping over his scar. “I’m glad you came to see me. I regretted what I said yesterday.”
