“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the cascading piano melody. “I know I’m good. Are you good?”
His hands squeezed her breasts tightly, his body responding eagerly to her before his tongue even found the words.
“Yeah. I got tested at my last physical. Just in case. That was a couple of months ago and there hasn’t been anyone.”
At his ‘yeah,’ Maggie was already moving, coming up onto her knees to grip his erection in her hand and position it over her. JT was breathing heavily now.
“Good,” she murmured, half reply to him and half commentary on the whirlwind of sensations she was experiencing. Feeling his slick head begin to slip into her, she released her hand and let herself sink down onto him fully.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned as she bottomed out, his hands securing her waist to hold her against him. God, it felt so good. Better than she had remembered, better than any toy. Was there any feeling in the world that surpassed a massive cock fully inside her, with the promise of more to come?
She revelled in the feeling of it for a long moment, letting her head fall back as she breathed. She felt JT’s fingers stroke the skin of her belly softly, and the intimacy of his touch reminded her that it was not just any massive cock inside of her, but his. The best lover she’d ever had, the closest she’d ever felt to flying.
Suddenly needing that flight again she began to move, slowly lifting and sinking onto him, finding the delicious rhythm like second nature. God, she felt so full.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Mags,” JT whispered, his hands skimming all over her body now, and she laughed faintly.
“Yeah, sure. I’m hotter than ever.”
His grip tightened on her waist almost painfully, and he shoved her down onto him abruptly. She gasped, her eyes flying open to find his gaze already boring into her. His hair was disheveled, his jaw clenched. This was the JT she remembered, fierce, intent on nothing but her pleasure and his own.
“You look exactly the same as you did that night. With the snow falling in your hair.”
It wasn’t at all what she had expected him to say, and in her surprise she paused in her movements.
He gripped her still, keeping her fully seated.
“After I left I got back in my car and I cried like a baby. Partly because I was afraid of all the shit Courtney told me, but partly because I had really, really wanted to see where it went with you, Maggie.”
She was silent, feeling her own lips fall open as she looked down at him, blinking. She had never seen JT cry, never even imagined him capable of it.
“I’ve never had another woman like you my whole life,” he went on, his voice enthralling and insistent, like a devotion. “You were so easy to be around, so funny, easy to talk to. And we were fucking connected in bed, Maggie. You know we were.”
Maggie shivered at the word, afraid of how right he was.
He took a deep breath. “You were crazy for it, for me. I loved it. I could barely keep up with you, but damn I tried.”