Maxon led me to my room with his hand on the small of my back. It was protective and endearing and something he hadn't done much before. We got to the door and I noticed an officer I had never seen before standing at attention outside. Maxon followed my line of sight and stiffened. I needed to explain and then work on regaining his trust.
Maxon opened my door for me and I walked through. I fought back the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I shut the door and led him to sit on my bed. He let me pull him across the room.
"America—"
"Wait, Maxon. Please wait." I begged. "Let me explain." He nodded. "I was with Aspen. when we were fighting or I was upset I went back to him because he was safe. For years Aspen had been my home. He was steady when we were not."
I close my eyes and took a deep breath. "That night at the Halloween Ball, I had chosen you. Aspen knew it was the end. Then that whole thing with Marlee and Carter, it broke my heart. Not only did I lose my best friend but I thought I lost you as well. You got closer to Kriss and we grew further apart. I was with Aspen then."
Maxon's hands fisted at his sides. I continued, "But after that night in the safe room, you told me how you felt and you let me stay, I ended it. Nothing we felt, Nothing we said was a lie. I love you Maxon. I've loved you for so long. I just didn't know how to tell you. I should have told you about Aspen last night. I was planning to but when you proposed I was so happy, I forgot all about him. All that mattered was you. All that matters is you. tell me I haven't lost you."
"You hurt me America. You lied to me." That you spilled over in my eyes. I kept quiet. I deserved this. "I've trusted you so many times and each time you let me down. What do I do America. Where do I go from here? I want to trust you , But how can I?"
"I don't know Maxon. All I know is I love you. How can I earn your forgiveness?"
Maxon looked back at me. " you stopped it after the night in the safe room?"
"Yes Maxon. I swear I did. The moment I knew I wanted you, that there was a chance we could be together, that maybe you wanted me too, I stopped. I know I was wrong to keep this from you. To let you propose last night without telling you. But please, Maxon, tell me how to fix this. Don't send me home. I can't live without you."
Maxon looked at me with his patient understanding and said, "this ring, America"— he held up my left hand—"means this is your home. It means forever."
I kissed him then, soft and pleading. "Say the words, Maxon. Please say you forgive me."
he returned the kiss and I felt his answer. "I forgive you, America. I love you."
the next kiss was deep and desperate and before long, I found myself straddling his lap. Maxon's gentle hands slid up my ankles. He dragged the skirts of my dress up my legs until it was completely off my thighs. Then, he wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling me closer to him. I felt the bulge in his khakis and in a bold moment tilted my hips so it brushed against my something. He hissed, it felt good for him too?
He stood, supporting me with a hand on my butt. I gasped into his mouth. He pulled away to look into my face. His other hand followed my thigh back up my dress and soon it rested on the other cheek, this time, with only my lacy panties as a barrier. Holding me securely with his decent hand, he softly kneaded the globe.
I moaned his name and rested my four head against his collarbone. He continued to squeeze ass as he lowered me down on the bed and followed me, resting in the apex of my thighs.
His other hand slid up my neck till he cupped my face with his fingers in my hair and his thumb on my chin. He held me in place while he kissed me. It was dominant and assertive in a way that Maxon had never been with me before. He ground his hips into mine once, the pressure on my ass tight.
We both moaned at the new sensation. Something inside me started to build and my vagina pulsed in a way that was exciting. I had never felt anything like this before and I wanted more. "Please," I whimpered. Though I didn't know what I was asking for.
"America," It sounded like a prayer. Maxon moved my hips with the hand still clutching my backside. The way he turned them caused my feet to ride higher up on his thighs. He then ground into me again and it was better from this position—oh so better. I involuntarily grabbed his hair and tugged. He growled into my mouth and moved his hips again.
"Maxon!" I cried out.
"Shh, my dear, shh," Maxon pressed his lips to mine to silence my cries. What was happening to me.
He rocked his hips and was now setting a steady pace. I whimpered at the feel. He was bumping against something and at the end of every fourth he would grind his penis into it.
"Oh." I breathed, barley above a whisper.
"Damn, America, have a little mercy." I looked up at him through my hazy vision, confused. "Those noises. . . " he cursed again. A word I never thought would leave his mouth. It was so hot. The throbbing was getting worse when we heard a knock on my door.
"America?" It was May's voice.