by J. S. Scott
Max Hamilton had finally lost his famous Hamilton restraint, and it felt fucking fantastic.
“Max?” Mia whispered, watching the turbulent emotions that raced over the face of the man above her, and God help her, he was smoking hot. Her core had flooded with heat as he’d claimed her with one word, his feral expression warning her that he was ready to make good on everything he’d said earlier.
“You’ll never set foot on this beach again. Never. I fucking hate this place,” he said vehemently, water still dripping from his face and hair, his expression fierce, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs so quickly that he looked like he was gasping for air.
Mia didn’t doubt what had set off his reaction. This was the beach of her supposed demise. He was freaking out about her. But she loved this beach and she wasn’t going to make promises she couldn’t keep. “I’ll make sure someone else is here. I promise. You know I love it here,” she pleaded.
“I hate it,” he retorted sharply.
Fine. Then she’d make it a better memory, starting now. “Let me go. Let me touch you,” she whispered softly.
“No. I’m going to fuck you here. Right here. Right now.”He leaned forward and told her in a husky voice near her ear, “I’m going to taste you first until you beg for my cock, and then I’ll fuck you until you beg for mercy, sweetheart.”
Holy shit. She was ready to beg right now. Her cool, controlled Max was ready to get down and dirty. And talk that way, too. It made her question everything she knew about Max, how well she had really known her own husband. He was disciplined and composed, even in his lovemaking. But he didn’t look the least bit restrained now. He looked ravenous, savage, all of his ferocity completely concentrated on her. “Condom,” she reminded him. “We need to get some.”
Reaching into the pocket of his soggy jeans, he yanked out a handful of condoms, saved from the water by plastic wrap and dropped them on the sand. “It was my first goddamn priority,” he rasped.
Her pussy still quivered from his naughty taunts, and she was unable to stop herself from answering, “Good. Then fuck me. And make me come,” she dared him, somehow knowing exactly what to say to push his buttons.
That wasn’t something she’d normally say, but it felt good to say it now. She had never cursed or talked dirty during their marriage because Max hadn’t, but she didn’t seem to have that problem anymore.
Two women in the same body…again.
“Sweetheart, there’s no question about whether or not you’ll come. You will…and you’ll be screaming my name while you’re doing it,” he promised dangerously.
Mia stared up at his ferocious expression, knowing that she should probably try to rein him in. He was reacting to fear and anxiety, her disappearance making him act out of character. But God…she wanted him this way. He was raw, masculine, and dangerous: a different side of Max that she had never known existed beneath his smooth exterior. And he was completely irresistible. She wasn’t the least bit afraid of him. Max would never harm her. In fact, she was so aroused that her whole body was burning white-hot, so ready for him that she needed him inside her this very moment. “I’m not a screamer,” she reminded him casually, although her emotions were rampant.
“You will be,” he replied, his voice so husky and determined that it shot straight to Mia’s gut, vibrating down to settle between her quivering thighs. “Don’t move,” he demanded as he released her wrists and jerked his sodden t-shirt over his head, revealing an incredible body that hadn’t changed much in the last few years. Max Hamilton had a hot body that was often hidden under a suit and tie, every bit of muscle well-defined and sleek from his daily workouts, making her want to lick every inch of his muscular chest and defined abs. And then she wanted to follow that little happy trail of hair from his belly button that tantalizingly disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.
She wasn’t a screamer; she’d worried that Max might be repulsed by her base reaction to his lovemaking. She’d always tried hard to be the elegant woman she thought Max wanted as a partner, a woman he would be proud to be married to. Slowly, she’d changed herself to be the woman she’d thought he wanted and needed, trying to give up her often times impulsive behavior to make him happier. She hadn’t quite gotten there yet, but she had been working at it. At least…she had…before she’d disappeared.
“Y-you actually want me to scream,” she stuttered, suddenly confused by this Max she didn’t know, but totally intrigued her.
Grabbing the cups of the top of her bathing suit, he broke the string between them easily, baring her breasts to the balmy night air. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, aching for his touch, and she moaned as he cupped her breasts in his hands, circling her nipples with his thumbs.
“Oh hell, yeah. Scream, moan, beg, come for me,” he demanded harshly, his face intense as he watched his hands run over her breasts, over and over again. “I want to hear you.”
“We’re outside,” she told him, panting with each stroke to her hardened nipples.
“You want me to stop?” he asked gently as he moved back, straddling her thighs, and lowering his head to her breast.
One touch of his lips, one stroke of his tongue, and she was completely lost. “No. Please.” Her arms moved involuntarily, her hands fisting in his hair. “I need you, Max. Now.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned against her breast as he nipped and sucked on one nipple and teased the other with his fingers. “You belong to me, Mia. You always have,” he told her roughly as his mouth moved from her breast to her abdomen, licking a trail of fire down her belly.
Ready to cry with frustration, she sighed when he broke the ties that held the back and front of her bikini bottom together, parted her legs and slid between them, his tongue still placing decadent licks on her lower abdomen.
One swipe of his powerful arm yanked the bottom of the bikini away from her, throwing it away to land somewhere on the beach, the strings broken. Mia held her breath as his fingers skimmed over the neatly trimmed hair on her pussy, so different from before, when she’d gone for Brazilian waxing, a procedure that she’d always found to be akin to female torture. Obviously, whatever she had done, she hadn’t kept up the habit, instead settling for trimming and shaving.
“This is mine. So feminine. So sweet. So delicious,” he rumbled, his mouth already nuzzling against her folds.
Her breath left her lungs in a long moan, the feel of his lips on her trembling flesh and his searing tongue parting her folds completely destroying her. She was beyond caring about anything but that talented tongue, and she needed it on her throbbing clit more than she needed her next breath. “Oh God, please Max. Please.”
He opened her legs wider, spreading her out like a feast. And he gorged, leaving liquid fire wherever his tongue touched, making her entire body quiver as he devoured her. There was none of his gentle, slowly inflaming technique involved. His hunger was insatiable and he tasted her like a starving man who couldn’t stop himself from jumping on his food once he’d found it.
He laid siege to her clit, diving through her drenched folds to run his tongue around and over the enflamed bud, groaning as he slipped two fingers into her clenching channel. Her internal muscles pulled tightly around them, trying to hold them there and her hips lifted to take in more. More. She needed more. “Max. Please.”
She was needy and desperate, so ready for Max to take her. “Fuck me, Max. Please.”
She couldn’t take another moment of his teasing tongue and marauding fingers that were now curling and stroking her sweet spot as he teased her mercilessly. It wasn’t like he’d never went down on her before…but dear God…not like this, not like a man with a mission: bold, determined, and completely wild. It was usually foreplay, a tool he used to get her aroused and ready. But not this time.
Mia felt just like the waves crashing to the shore in the distance—turbulent and comp
letely unable to slow the rising swell inside her. She whimpered as Max started to fuck her with his fingers, his strokes deep and hard, and he centered his total attention on the throbbing bud pleading for his attention. She drowned in sensation, rocking with the spasms that seized her body as she rode the most powerful climax she’d ever had. “Max. Oh, yes. Max.” She ended up moaning and shouting, unable to help screaming his name as he eked every ounce of pleasure that he could wring from her body by slowly, sensually licking the cream from her orgasm.
Panting, not giving her a chance to recover, Max stood and stripped his sandy, soaked jeans from his body, taking his boxer briefs down with them. Picking up one of the condoms, he tore it open with his teeth and sheathed himself. After he finished, he was on her in a heartbeat, thrusting his powerful, naked body between her thighs. “I think you’re the sexiest woman on earth,” Max said, his voice rough and graveled. “Hearing you moan, scream my name, making you come. Fuck. There’s no better feeling in the world. Except maybe having my cock inside you.”
Barely over the effects of her climax, Mia needed this man all over again. The yearning was cell-deep and necessary, a desire that transcended mere lust. She needed to be taken by him, consumed by him, joined with him. Max was the other half of her soul, and she wanted him now. “Fuck me, Max. Please.”
“Tell me you need me, Mia. ’Cause I know I fucking need you. I have to know you want me as much as I burn for you right now,” he said, his voice tortured, before his mouth took hers, leaving her unable to speak the words that she needed to say.
Mia gave as good as she got, her tongue tangling with his as he kissed her senseless. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she could feel his powerful body shudder as he entered and retreated with his tongue again and again, as though he needed to master her, conquer her, make her his with his body. Her legs went around his waist, her heels resting against his rock hard ass, urging him to join them.
“I need you. I need you so much I can’t stand it,” Mia gasped as Max released her lips. “I love you, Max. Always have. Always will.”
Truer words had never been spoken. She’d belonged to Max from the moment they’d met. She’d been running out of a coffee shop, her mind already on the multitude of tasks she’d needed to get done that day, when she’d run into Max. Literally. She’d dumped the contents of her large, non-fat latte down the front of his suit; she’d been mortified. He’d laughed, charming her immediately. And they were married six months later. Needing him, wanting him, had never been in question. Her insecurity was whether or not she was the right woman for him, the two of them being so very glaringly different, her past holding some ugly facts that she’d never revealed to him.
“And I love you, my beautiful, sexy Mia. Don’t ever leave me alone again,” he ordered arrogantly, though his velvety voice held a touch of vulnerability.
“I won’t. I promise. Fuck me, Max. I can’t wait any longer.” One more moment without him inside her and she was going to lose it.
Max rolled, taking her with him, his powerful arms around her waist. His hands moved to her hips. “You fuck me, sweetheart. I want to see you. I want to watch you come this time.”
She didn’t hesitate. Grabbing his hard, throbbing cock, she impaled herself on him, moaning as he filled her almost to the point of pain. Almost…but not quite. Max was well endowed, and he stretched her to maximum capacity, the walls of her channel giving way and then capturing him inside her. Her hands were resting on his muscular chest, and she couldn’t resist stroking his overheated skin, running her fingers over the light dusting of hair on his chest, smoothing over powerful biceps and shoulders. God, he’s a beautiful man.
“Oh, hell yeah. Touch me. Make me believe you’re really with me again,” Max rasped, grasping her hips and pulling out of her, only to bring her down again. And again. “No. Fucking. Better. Feeling.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust, a powerful slamming of his hips as he delivered each stroke.
Leaning forward, her body beginning to melt, Mia dropped her palms to the side of Max’s head, moaning as he controlled the pace and intensity of his thrusts. She might be on top, but her husband was completely in control, and he hammered into her relentlessly, like a man possessed.
Mia could feel her impending climax, and her entire body quaked. “Max,” she gasped, unable to verbalize anything else.
Removing his hands from her hips without slowing his pace, he grasped her hands in his, their fingers entwining as he captured her mouth. His tongue speared through her lips, mimicking the actions of his cock, and she bent to him, eager to be joined in every way she could be with this incredible man. Fingers entwined, their mouths fused together, and their bodies joined completely, Mia’s heart beat as one with Max’s. At that moment, they were exactly as they were supposed to be…completely woven and braided together, unsure of where one ended and the other began. She was teetering on the edge of orgasm, ready to plunge off the cliff to ecstasy. It was exhilarating. It was terrifying.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let go,” Max urged against her lips as he pulled his mouth from hers, his cock still thrusting deeper, harder, his groin grinding and stimulating her clit with every surge of his hips.
Her climax hit her like an avalanche—powerful, wild, and completely out of control. She rode the waves as they came, moaning with every strong pulsation. “It’s too much. Too much.”
Releasing her hands, Max held her hips, plunging into her again and again, frenzied as he found his own release. “Never enough. Never enough,” he groaned, placing a hand on her ass to keep himself deeply inside her, as though he couldn’t bear to be separated from her.
Mia collapsed on Max’s chest, completely spent, and slightly disoriented, not quite sure how she had managed to live through the kind of passion she’d just experienced with her husband.
Neither one of them spoke, nor did they need to. Max’s hand stayed possessively on her ass as his other splayed over her back, stroking lightly, soothingly. She absorbed the feeling of his hot breath on the side of her neck, the brush of his abrasive whiskers against her skin, and the steady, rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips.
Finally, her breathing and heart rate calm, she murmured, “Still hate this beach?”
“No. But now every time I come out here my cock will be hard,” he grumbled, but his voice held a note of amusement.
Rubbing sensually against him, she answered, “Good. I’ll come out with you.”
“You damn well better,” he insisted, slapping her playfully on the ass.
Leaning up, she rested her forehead against his. “You’ve certainly developed quite the potty mouth, Mr. Hamilton. I never knew you could talk that naughty.”
“I’m not quite sure I can restrain it anymore,” Max told her, sounding slightly disgruntled. “You’ve always made me crazy.”
“Then don’t hold back. I love you, Max. Nothing between us is wrong. You can talk dirty to me any time. It turns me on,” she told him as she ran a palm down his whiskered cheek and jaw.
“Then I’ll never try to control it.” He took her hand from his face and brought it to his lips, kissing her palm reverently. “Don’t come out here alone, Mia. I can’t lose you again. I won’t survive it.”
His tone was deliciously bossy, but the tortured look on his face nearly killed her. Whatever she’d done, Max had suffered for it, and she hated herself for leaving, whatever the reason. She’d put him through hell, and she didn’t even understand why. “I won’t. I promise.” There was a newness, an openness between them that she didn’t want to see destroyed.
“See that you don’t,” Max said gruffly, disconnecting himself from her and disposing of the condom. He sat up, turned her position on his lap, and got to his feet with her still held tightly in his arms.
Mia fought to get Max to put her down, afraid he’d end up straining his back by carrying her up the st
airs, but he just clutched her naked body tighter, his hold on her unyielding.
“I’ll never let you go,” he told her adamantly, more of a vow than a statement.
Mia gave in with a sigh. She couldn’t argue about that. “The condoms. You didn’t grab them. We might need them,” she said a little shyly, thinking she was being a little presumptuous in thinking Max might want her again so soon.
Max’s laughter boomed through the air as he entered the house. “Sweetheart, do you think I don’t have some stashed in every nook and cranny of this house?” He gave her a lusty grin. “I did mention that it was a priority.”
Relieved, she smiled back at him, her heart soaring at the fact that being with her had been so important to him, dire enough that he put condoms everywhere.
“Still feeling pretty ambitious?” she bantered, still not quite used to this new Max.
“Depraved and deprived,” he told her, disgruntled.
“I think we can take care of that,” she said longingly as Max carried her toward the bedroom.
“Oh, I’m planning on it,” he answered in a cocky, haughty tone.
Mia sighed, speechless. She certainly wasn’t going to argue about that.
"Billionaire’s Wife Returns From The Dead With No Memory!”
Mia flipped the newspaper over on the bed, her stomach sinking to her feet as she realized the media had caught up with her. “I hate the media,” she commented vehemently, unable to keep the slight tremor from her voice.
