“Okay. I see your game plan.” Her eyes fluttered shut as he started rocking rhythmically against her. “Sexy sleepover.”
“That wasn’t the game plan until you put your beautiful hands on me,” he said, pushing his hands beneath the soft silk of her nightie. Her nipples were stiff peaks beneath the material, a view he couldn’t get enough of. In fact, just looking at her, straddling him in that nightie, had him harder than ever. “And now, with you sitting on top of me like this, I think you knew exactly what you were doing. This was your sexy sleepover plan, not mine.”
She laughed, delight shining in her eyes. “Maybe you’re right, maybe you’re wrong. I guess we’ll never know.”
“Let’s not investigate,” he suggested. “Let’s just do what feels good.”
Jill dipped down, giving him her answer in the form of a long kiss. When she broke away, he reached for his nightstand, fumbling for a condom. When he couldn’t reach one, Jill slid off and retrieved one herself—and then shimmied out of her panties. When she was about to tug her nightgown off, Maxwell stopped her.
“Leave that on for now. You look too sexy like this.”
She climbed back onto the bed as he freed his cock from his underwear. He made quick work of sheathing himself, his gaze stuck on the tight points of her nipples visible through the nightie. When she slid back on top of him, the heat of her thighs sent jolts through him. A soft moan escaped her as his cock met the slick folds of her pussy.
“God, Maxwell…” Her eyes fluttered shut, and he fondled her breasts through the silk fabric.
“I know, sweets. It feels so good. You feel so fucking incredible.” He rocked against her, his cock head nudging her clit enough that she moaned again. He tweaked each nipple in turn, repeating the movement, loving the splay of emotion across her face.
“I wanna be inside you,” he whispered, digging his fingertips into her ass cheeks as he positioned her on top of him. “I can’t wait any longer, Jill.”
She came to her knees, breathy and attentive as they aligned their parts. And then he gripped her by the hips. When his cock head nudged her entrance, she gasped. When he started to fill her, her eyes fluttered shut. Then he was guiding her down, down, down on top of him, and both of them moaned low.
“Maxwell,” she said, pressing a palm to his chest, like she might be liable to tip over otherwise. “You feel…I…can’t…”
“I know, sweets.” He jerked her by the hips, moving her slightly higher on his body, which helped him find another half inch of space. He was buried to the hilt, his cock completely consumed by her. He began rocking, eager to start a euphoric rhythm but hesitant at the same time. There was something explosive about this connection tonight—he was liable to come in seconds.
But apparently it was out of his hands, because Jill started her own rhythm. She rocked and bumped against him, picking up a brutally sexy pace that had him clinging to mental control, beating back his orgasm as long as possible.
Her sexy moans alone were enough to push him over the edge. But when she ran the show like this from on top, it was all he could do to hang on, second by second.
“Fuuuck, Jill,” he growled, pushing his hands beneath the fabric of her nightie. She must have taken that as an invitation to go harder, because she was riding him then, bucking like this was the last time they’d ever fuck. Her eyes pinched shut and she squealed, the friction of her rock-and-roll rhythm pushing him over the edge.
He let out a gruff cry as the heat filled him, sticky and fast. He dug his fingertips into the flesh of her hips, and the orgasm exploded inside him. Jill’s pussy turned into a vice around him, and then she stilled, trembling and moaning and repeating his name over and over again.
She collapsed into his arms a moment later, shivery and sweating. He stroked her back lazily as they both breathed deeply.
“Holy shit,” he finally said.
“Mm-hmm.” She pushed up to look at him, grinning. “I think now it’s bedtime.”
Jill feebly pushed off of him, stumbling once her feet hit the ground. He tried to catch her but she righted herself, giggling, and then tottered off to the bathroom. He followed her in there a moment later, trashing his spent condom and rinsing off before bed. Jill adjusted her silk scarf in the mirror, looking love drunk and blissed out.
“That was the best welcome home gift I’ve ever gotten,” he said, kissing the side of her cheek.
“Better than your sign?” she teased.
“I just learned there’s nothing better than you riding the hell out of me,” he said as he walked back to the bed. “So, I’m sorry. Those are the new rules.”
She flicked off the bathroom light and floated his way, a lazy smile still on her face. “Well, I guess that’s just the rules, then.”
They clambered back into bed, and once Jill was settled, he reached for the bedside lamp to turn it off. But he paused before he flicked the light off, something coming into his head.
“Hey, Jill?” His heart raced as it caught up with his brain. He’d been thinking for so long about what their next step might look like. And after a passionate reunion like tonight, was there a better time to bring it up? He couldn’t find one. Not with their schedules. “I’ve been thinking.”
She cozied up to his chest, nuzzling against his pec. “About what?”
“About the future.”
She blinked sleepily up at him. “Like what?”
“Like…everything.” He swallowed an anxious knot in his throat. “You know, where things are heading. There’s a lot on our plates now. And I just…I wonder what you’ve been thinking.”
She nodded, her gaze drifting across the room. “I’ve been thinking about that too, actually.”
“Yeah?” He lazily stroked her silk scarf, wondering if she could hear the hammering of his heart. Part of him wondered why this felt like such a big deal, but the truth was, this was the first time he’d ever tried to go here with a woman. This was new territory. And they had triplets on top of it all.
“We’ve been doing a good job so far, I think,” she said slowly. “But there’s a lot more to think about. Preschools. Vaccinations. College funds. I mean, things feel like there’s a routine for now, but from what I’ve heard from Tessa and some of the other moms I’ve met, the routines just keep changing and evolving endlessly.”
Maxwell opened his mouth, wanting to interject that he hadn’t quite been thinking in that vein of things. But Jill went on.
“This is a long-term commitment. Which, I feel like it’s easy to just begin realizing.”
Maxwell furrowed his brow. That hadn’t been where he’d planned on ending up at all.
“Right,” he blurted. “You think I’m just realizing that?”
“Well, no…” she began, but sighed. “I don’t know. This is still so new. We’re learning so much.”
He nodded, realizing that he was starting to get a little upset—and going to bed upset on the heels of that orgasm was not a great idea. Besides, he was tired as hell. This wasn’t the time to dive deep into this conversation.
“Did I say something wrong?” Jill asked, pulling back to look him in the eye. “I feel like you got all tense just now.”