Forecast highs near 115, tornado watch in effect for the next twenty-four hours. Warnings imminent.

Although everything had turned out fine, at least in regard to the Walkers, I was still unsettled about Maggie’s decision to come along. Dean would be imagining the worst right about now, and I couldn’t blame him. I’d crossed the line… way the fuck past the line… and I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to fix that between us. Maggie should have stayed behind. But she was stubborn, and driven, and determined to have her way. And it was one of the things I loved about her most…

We hadn’t been asleep longer than an hour or two, Maggie a little longer. When she’d fallen asleep in the tub, I’d eased her out and wrapped her in a towel, drying her without waking her. I had tucked her into bed and quickly washed myself. I’d brushed my clothes off as well as I could. Then after taking a long, hard look at her, innocent and vulnerable, I’d dressed again before laying down next to her. It was my own best chance at a little sleep.

But the winds had started again. Enough to rattle the old windows… enough to wake me out of a dream. It had been all about Maggie, luscious and sweet and wet… and when I opened my eyes, she was there. Real and warm and soft beside me. She reached out and lit a fire inside me…

“Is it starting again?” she asked. I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her. The sheet that had covered her was gone. She was all bare, tender skin.

“No, baby,” I said, reassuringly. “It’s just the wake behind the storm.” I ran my hands down her body gently and felt her nipples begin to stiffen. I ran my thumb over one until it was hard and thick as a marble. Then I shifted her onto her back and took it into my mouth.

“Oh… Joe…,” she moaned in the darkness. I sucked harder and she writhed underneath me. “I don’t want to wait for anymore tomorrows…,” she gasped. She tangled her hands in my hair and arched her back. “No more tomorrows… no more waiting…

This is what I want,” she said, unzipping my jeans and taking me into her hands. “There is no perfect moment to wait for… There’s just now… and now is what’s perfect…”

I stripped away the last of my clothes and eased my weight down on top of her. She opened her thighs and wrapped her legs around me, cradling my hips in hers… my cock buried in the warmth of her swollen lips. As far as we’d gone before, it was the first time, touching her this way… my cock to her sweet pussy. As badly as I needed to thrust my way inside, I knew I had to hold back… She needed to be ready, very fucking ready, to take me.

I reached down, leaving my cock where it was, and slipped my fingers into her liquid depths. She was tight, but she was soaking wet and slippery, too. I pushed in another finger, working her hard little clit with the head of my cock. She spasmed on my fingers, and I thrust them in deeper.

“Give me one, sweetheart,” I groaned into her ear. I licked and sucked at her nipples, pushing her on. She responded like flame to open air, and the heat from her body rose, carrying her scent to me. The civilized man in me gritted his teeth and held back. The animal in me responded to his mate. I took her earlobe in my teeth and pulled her to me, biting and kissing along the long stretch of her neck. I pushed three fingers into the hilt and felt her push back against me for more. She was ready… she was so fucking ready… Whatever pain she would feel would be lost in her pleasure…

I felt her orgasm begin to swell and that’s when I took her. In one swift movement, my fingers were gone and my head was pushed just inside her swollen lips. “Christ… Maggie…,” it was my turn to moan. I’d tried to go slowly, but she’d wrapped my waist with her hips, crying out with demands of her own. She bucked with her hips and I felt the head of my cock reach her sweetest, deepest spot. My balls were tight against her ass. She’d taken every last inch of me…

I ached to take her in long, pounding thrusts. But she was tight… so fucking tight… I bit into my lip and rocked gently, an inch at a time until she was moving along with me. We worked slowly at first, but our bodies were made for each other, and before long we had found a rhythm all our own. I was moving in full, deep strokes now, and our breathing was as fast as our heartbeats.

‘I love you… my sweetheart… my darling.” I buried my face in the curve of her throat, my cock in the heat of her precious flesh. “You belong to me now,” I breathed. I pulled a long stroke out and paused to see the look in her eyes. “Tell me,” I demanded harshly. “Tell me now…”

“I love you,” she gasped out, clutching my back and digging in her nails. “I belong to you…”

In one hard stroke, I was inside her again… our bodies one… along with our flesh and our blood and our souls. I felt her climax explode as I felt the first hard pulse of my seed spill inside her…

I filled her with everything in me… the love and the desire. I filled her with the promise of every tomorrow, and I felt the answer in her response. She held on, biting my shoulder and calling my name. I could feel the amazing power of her climax, and still I pushed her on. We demanded everything from each other and gave everything we had. Together, we rode the storm that enveloped us… wave after crashing wave of need and its fulfillment.

The last thought in my mind was her… just her. She’d been so fucking right...

There could be nothing more perfect… than now.