Gravity

Chapter 2

He rumbles from within her during every stroke. She's so close, she can't stand it. He's hard and bold and completely fills her. Her body lifts then plummets, back and forth in bliss from his mind-blowing rhythm.

Every time Max sinks back in, she's closer to drowning in that sweet, sweet ecstasy. He bows his head between her neck and shoulder and grumbles a curse against her skin. The deeper he goes, the closer she is to shattering into thousands of tiny pieces. He's breathing heavy and she can tell he's struggling to keep going for her.

He's pacing himself, slowing down to feel every inch plunge into the depths of her. Almost all the way out and he rocks deeper, harder. She clings onto him like a magnet, and gasps when he hits that place that makes her see stars, he continues with this pace only for her.

"Oh God."

Phoebe can't help but cry out, and scrape her nails on the skin of his lower back, trying to help him get to that spot once more.

Her muscles flutter around him, but only for a moment. He grits his teeth and bares down on her, he realizes he should be gentle, but he's getting lost in the act.

"Max, I..."

She looks into those amber eyes, desperation present in her own. He responds with a nod and a deep growl that travels from her ears to the end of her toes.

"I know, Pheebs. I can feel you."

He's sweaty against her, his skin flushed, muscles shaking in fatigue. But he's got to keep going, she's right there barely hanging on by a thread, if he can get her there she will be forever grateful.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you, okay?"

His lips are all over her chest, while her breathing comes out in short, uncontained moans of pleasure against every thrust. They're quick but yield just enough force. He falls in, so deep he reaches that spot over and over again. Her sighs change in pitch on every shove of his hips against hers.

They lurch into the bed, knocking it against the wall. Max is breathing harder than ever, and groaning louder than before. His face twists in agony and she knows he's hurting for her, all this is for her.

Her pleasure filled high, finally crashes in waves of her essence and she bites down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming his name.

They're both completely worn out from the love making, he tells her he loves her and she says the same. The tiny bit of ink stains their hearts. No guilt and no regrets.

The sunlight creeps through a nearby window and blinds her for a moment, she wants to take in the warmth of the sheets against her skin. Slowly she turned over and rolled onto the empty side of the bed. Her eyes shoot open in a mere second. It was in that instant she remembered the events that took place earlier this morning.

Phoebe sat up to find herself in her own bed...alone. Had last night been a dream? Were the fervent kisses...moans...and desperate gasps of pleasure a figment of her imagination?

She walked quickly to her bathroom and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She still wore the same pajamas from the night before. Her hair was a mess, but that was only natural for her at this time of day. She was about to assume nothing had ever happened last night...until she spotted a little red mark at the nape of her neck, then another beside her ear.

Phoebe was at a loss for words now realizing the utter truth. She and Max had-

"Phoebe, are you up yet?" Her mother called from beyond her door.