Max
I shouldn’t be doing this. She’s been through hell and back again, and the truth is that Diana may very well still be in shock. She’s not in a place to make rational decisions.
“We shouldn’t,” I say. I can do this. I can be the good guy. I can be the hero. One of us needs to be strong, and it can be me.
“Max,” she presses her hands to my chest, and for a minute, I don’t feel like the officer. I don’t feel like the team member. I don’t feel like the guy who leads mission after mission after mission. For just a moment, I feel completely raw.
I feel like a man.
This is the way I’m supposed to feel.
There was an instant connection with Diana I wasn’t supposed to have. I can’t explain it.
She’s my mate. The thought floats through my head, uninvited, but I can’t seem to shake it. I adore Diana, and if this is what she wants, then I can offer her this reprieve. I can get her out of her own head for a little while. I can make her feel again.
“Fuck it,” I say, and I lift her up. She wraps her legs around me and I carry her to the bedroom, kissing her the entire way. When I set her on the bed, the blanket around her falls away, revealing the thin gown Sarah gave her to wear.
“First things first,” she chuckles, and she yanks it off. She drops the gown on the floor, and I just look at her.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” I whisper.
“You’re too kind,” she says.
“I’m being honest,” I tell her. “Just look at you.”
“I’m a little too thin,” she says. “And I’m pretty bruised, but I think I’m in pretty good spirits, considering.”
“You’re perfect,” I say, and I strip out of my clothes, too. I toss them aside because I’m not going to need them anymore. Not tonight, and maybe not ever. I climb next to her on the bed, and Diana presses her hands to my chest.
“I like you like this,” she says. “Naked, hot, ready. You’re sexy, but you’re not pushy. You make me feel really good, Max.”
“You make me feel incredible,” I tell her. I lie on my side and kiss her. I don’t want to climb over her just yet. I still don’t know everything that happened to Diana. The last thing I want to do is accidentally trigger some painful memories for her.
Instead of being the aggressor, the way I usually am, I’m still, and I let Diana touch me.
“You’re so muscular,” she says, running her hands over my chest.
“Well, I am Orchidian,” I say. “It’s kind of in our blood.”
“You have good blood,” she says, and then she laughs. “I’m sorry, that was totally weird.”
“You’re fine,” I say. “Just keep touching me.”
Diana smiles and bites her bottom lip. She runs her hands down my chest and to my stomach. She touches my arms, and my sides, and finally, her hands reach between my legs, and she grips my cock.
“You’re thick,” she says, admiringly.
“You can handle me,” I say.
“Oh, I know,” she laughs. “Trust me: this is not my first rodeo.” She winks, and I smile. I’m glad she has such an incredible attitude about sex. After what happened to her, it would be easy to shut down and feel bad or scared or dirty. She is none of those things. She is perfection, and I’m so proud of her for reclaiming what was stolen from her.
“Get on your back,” she whispers, and pushes me back. I lay on the soft blankets, and she climbs over me. Diana runs her breasts over my face, and I suck one into my mouth, nibbling on her nipple gently. She groans, and offers me the other nipple, which I play with happily.
“You’re so perfect,” I groan. “I can’t wait to be inside of you, baby.”
“I know,” she says. “Is it crazy that I want this so fast?” She shakes her head. “We’ve only just met.”
“We’ve waited long enough,” I tell her. “I need you, Diana.” I don’t know why I’m admitting this to her. I shouldn’t need her this fast, this soon, yet I do. There’s something deep inside of me that wants her on a biological level. I need her.
Maybe she really is my mate.
Diana smiles and slides down my body until she’s hovering just above my cock. It’s hard, and ready, and it feels like it’s about to explode. She kisses me on the mouth, and then she lowers her body onto mine.
Instantly, I groan.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I tell her.
“Maybe you’re just really big, fuck,” she groans. Diana grips my shoulders with her hands and her eyes lock onto mine as she moves her hips in slow figure-eights. She groans as she performs this silence dance of love of my body, and it’s all I can do to keep from coming instantly.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, and I thrust up into her. Now it’s her turn to groan, and I love the little hiss of pleasure she gives me when I move my fingers between our bodies. I rub her clit quickly in soft little circles, and I feel her body tighten over mine.
“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Come for me, Diana.”
“I haven’t…not in so long…” She groans, but she’s breathing hard, and I know she wants this release. She needs this release, and I’m honored she’s chosen to give herself to me in this way.
I thrust up into her faster and faster, and I keep rubbing her clit until she bites her lip, throws her head back, and cries out with release. I can’t hold back a second longer. Watching her come is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I come, too. I thrust up into her one last time and grip her hips tightly as I orgasm.
She collapses against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her.
That was fantastic.
Incredible.
Magical.
“Diana,” I whisper, and she shakes her head against my chest. I feel wetness on my skin, and I realize she’s crying. “Diana,” I say again.
She looks up at me, and I realize these are happy tears: not sad ones.
“Thank you, Max,” she whispers. “Thank you for giving me back my body.”