He was lost.
He let his eyes rake over her. No hard, tight body here, just all feminine curves that made his heart pound against his chest and his cock harder than iron. Round, full breasts that spilled over his palms; breasts that he could spend hours, days, nuzzling and fondling. A sweet, soft waist with the tiniest swell that trembled when he kissed it. Perfectly proportioned hips that he could grab on to as he took her over and over again.
He loved that he could grasp her flesh in his hands, that he could squeeze and knead and suckle it. His body sank into hers as all of her soft swells and dips yielded to his harder planes. This, this was a woman made for pleasing a man, for making him forget everything except the most basic and primal of all urges. To be inside her, to possess her so fiercely and thoroughly that no other man ever breached her thoughts again. Even now, buried deep inside her, he continued to swell and harden, anxious to get on with it, but he refused to hurt her. He would allow nothing to mar this perfect union.
She rolled her hips, just a tiny movement, but one that let him know it was okay for him to move. With infinite care, he pulled back, every muscle tense from the effort of restraining himself. A slow stroke in, impossibly deep, until he felt his tip hit her cervix. Another stroke, and another, slow and controlled as she became accustomed to his thorough possession. Despite the chill of the unheated room, sweat broke out on his brow, across his back and chest. His seed began to pool in his shaft and he forced himself to stop, almost sobbing with the barely leashed hunger he felt.
Maggie cupped his head, and looked into his eyes. “Don’t stop,” she whispered. And in her eyes he saw the same savage need. The sweet, gentle, caring doctor was gone. In his place was a man, needing only to claim this woman. His woman. The need went so deep, way beyond logic or conscious thought. It just was, as ingrained and primal as anything he’d ever felt.
“Take me,” she begged, saying the words he needed to hear. “Take me like you need to. Like I need you to.” Something snapped inside him then, and the leash with which he had tethered himself ripped right in half. He pulled out and slammed into her, hard and commanding. She cried out with the fierceness, the pure need of it.
“Yes, Michael, like that, just like that.” Her nails dug into his shoulders, marking him, even as her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper.
Hearing her cry out his name, feeling her score his flesh did something to him. He pulled out and did it again, and again, pounding into her so deeply she would never be free of him. He would care for her later, pamper her and soothe her and coddle her, but now everything else ceased to exist, just him, deep inside her.
“Take me,” he rasped, his voice barely recognizable. “Take me, Maggie, please. Oh, God...” His plea broke off in a gasp as he felt his seed rising. He couldn’t stop it this time. If he had to pull out it would kill him.
“Yes,” she whispered, and tilted her hips, accepting him. She wrapped her legs around his hips and cried out his name. Michael felt her clamp down around him, milking him, drawing him into her as she was consumed by her own powerful orgasm. He almost sobbed in relief as he finally let go.
It was impossible to get deep enough, to hold her close enough. Her body arched and seized against him, the pleasure, the ecstasy nearly unbearable.
An eternity later, his cock drained, her cries now sated purrs against his ear, weakness overwhelmed him. He shuddered and collapsed, barely catching himself on his elbows as her arms and legs clutched him to her.
For those few minutes, Michael knew true happiness. His mind, body, and soul were in perfect harmony as he lay in Maggie’s arms. Her heart beat strong through her chest and right into his; each breath she exhaled resulted in a warm, moist sensation against his neck, where her face was buried. His body still tingled from the earth-moving orgasm he’d just had, the one he held inside her as he twitched against her sheath.
He rolled to the side, taking Maggie with him, until he was beneath her and she was spread across him again. He loved the way her body blanketed his; loved the way his hands fit perfectly over her perfect ass.
Eventually his mind began to function again, along with his capacity for speech. Maggie had been so quiet, so still; he worried he had hurt her. Tenderly, he pushed some of the hair from her face, but he still could not see it. “You okay?” he asked.