Following Maggie – Coming Home Read Online Melanie Moreland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
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“Let me see you, Maggie.”

She didn’t hesitate, pulling her sweater over her head. My breath caught in my throat as I gazed upon her body. Her skin was pale and luminous in the dim light, highlighted by the black lace of her lingerie. Slowly, I traced over the slim strap, fingering the lace. “So very beautiful, Angel. But this—” I dropped my hand to her waist, slipping my finger under the satin waistband “—and this, are hiding something far more beautiful. And I want it. I want you.”

“Take me.”

The pretty lace and satin didn’t survive my eager hands. Shreds of both drifted to the floor until she was finally bare and visible to my lustful gaze. Her breasts fit in my hands perfectly. Her nipples were ready for my mouth, taut and sensitive as I teased and licked. I learned her body—the dips and hollows I discovered with my fingers and traced with my lips. By the time I was poised to take her, I knew how ticklish her knees were, how when I trailed my fingers over her hip bones, she shivered, and how she moaned deep in her throat when I nibbled the lobe of her ear and sucked at the skin behind it. She whimpered when I tasted her, my name falling from her lips as she rocked against my needy mouth. The insides of her thighs bore the signs of my teeth, and I branded her with a tiny purple mark at the base of her neck.

She found out how I loved her teeth teasing my nipples into tight peaks and the way I groaned as she pulled my hair in her passion. She traced the muscles in my back with her hands and tongue, and her mouth was wickedly talented when she drew my cock inside, using her tongue to tease, her teeth to excite, and her throat to swallow.

Hovering over her, I knew when I was finally enveloped in her warmth, when I could feel the heat and wetness of her desire, I would be complete. We’d already had the birth control and safety talk, so I knew we were covered. She was on birth control, and neither of us had been with anyone for a long time, so we were good. We would have nothing between us. With our fingers entwined and over her head, I thrust forward, my body pinning hers to the mattress, holding her captive under me. I cursed in pleasure at the feel of being joined with her, and she tightened her legs, drawing me closer. Our gazes locked as I began to move, her body bending, flowing in perfect symmetry with mine. My mouth covered hers as I moved more, taking her harder, not able to get close enough. I needed more. I wanted more. I wanted all of her. I wanted to be so deep inside her our bodies fused and melted together.

I continued to thrust into her until she screamed into my mouth, her pussy milking my cock as her muscles locked down and her orgasm raced through her. I kept moving, my own orgasm tearing through me, my balls tightening, pleasure snapping and rippling down my spine, through my body, and exploding in thousands of tiny shards of ecstasy.

Gradually, I stilled, reluctantly releasing her mouth from mine and separating our bodies. I lowered myself beside her, pulling her to me, unable to bear being apart from her.

I covered her face with kisses, our mouths meeting repeatedly—small, sweet gestures of affection and adoration. She smiled at me, sleepy, content, and sated.

“I’m falling in love with you, Sebastian,” she whispered.

“Go ahead and fall, Angel,” I murmured back. “I’ll be there to catch you.”

She tilted her head up, and I nuzzled her sweet mouth.

“Sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”

She nestled closer and, within moments, was asleep.

I gazed down at her, marveling at the feelings she brought forth in me. She made me see things differently, want things I had never wanted before. I wanted to make this place a home for us. Build a life with her, have a family. I wanted to give our children something I never had—a caring father and a loving home. Maggie would be a wonderful mother; of that, I had no doubt.

I realized in that very moment that I was, in fact, already in love with her. I had probably loved her the very first moment I saw her leaning over me, protecting and caring for me in that airport.

I lowered my head and brushed my lips to her forehead. “I love you, Maggie,” I breathed out. “And when you’re ready, we’re gonna be amazing.”

Maggie was incredibly shy the next morning. I tried not to tease her, but I couldn’t help it. She was far too adorable not to. She blushed and stammered as I stood at the end of our bed, tugging on the covers, telling her I wanted her in the shower with me. There was no question as to why I wanted her in there. My morning wood stood proud and happy to see her. We both wanted to see more of her, though, and we were looking forward to having her in the shower with us. The image of a wet and slippery Maggie, pressed against the cold tile while the heat of the shower created steam around us, was enticing. I wanted to be buried within her warmth again. I finally relented and went ahead of her, but I was waiting when she slipped into the bathroom. Her towel went over my shoulder, and I had her up on the vanity and my cock nestled to her entrance before she could even gasp. She was ready for me and climaxed so quickly, it caught me off guard. I slowed down, drawing out her pleasure and mine, until she was clawing at my back and begging me to take her harder.


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