His senses obsessively cataloged everything there was to know about Maggie in this moment. Sweat-slicked skin, wet folds spread around his cock, round, firm breasts pressed against his chest. Her legs, forced open by his hips, trembled against him. But those long, strong fingers dug into his shoulders as if to hold him inside her forever.

She got impossibly tighter around his shaft, and there was no loosening this time, no chance to catch his breath. He had to move before he lost his damn mind.

It took every shred of willpower to ease out of her, to abandon that wet, hot world he’d just discovered. And as soon as he was out, he needed to go home again. The second thrust was harder than the first, and he told himself he needed to slow down, to ease up, to be gentle.

But she was digging those short nails into his back and squeezing him with those strong thighs. Begging him with her body to take her, to show her what she did to him.

He began to move, slow, measured drives that took him to the very bottom of her. His dick swelled every time she let out one of those breathy little moans.

Breathing in the scent of her hair, he clamped his hands around her wrists and held them over her head. Her body went loose under him, as if she were surrendering to him. And that, he realized, was what he wanted most from her. Here in his bed, Maggie gave up her control to him. He cuffed both of her hands with one of his and reached down to force one of her knees higher, wider. He was enveloped by her, consumed by her.

The angle added a new, exquisite torture to what she was doing to him. He wanted to come. He wanted to let go and mindlessly rut into her until he couldn’t take another second of it.

It wasn’t until he felt the flutter of her muscles working his cock that he realized he’d done exactly that. Pistoning into her, daring her to take more, to want more.

“Silas,” she breathed, “I need to—” She cut herself off with the kind of whimper he’d spend the rest of his life fantasizing about.

“I know, baby. Let it happen.”

“But I want more.” Her confession damned his soul.

“You’ll have it. I’ll give you more until you can’t take it. Now let yourself go.” His command was accompanied by mean, measured thrusts. Grinding into her until she could no longer hide from her release.

The flutter became a wave. And as it built, he brought his forehead to hers.

“Let go, Maggie. Come on my dick.” He walked her right up to the edge and then shoved her over with exactly what she needed. His cock bottoming out, throbbing inside her.