A/N: hello readers! first of all, thank yoj so much if you have reviewed or favorited or followed this story. it really means the world to me when I check my email and see all of the notifications. with that being said, I will be updating this story twice today!

I had to break up this chapter so it was 6,000 words. so, I will be posting both chapters! this chapter is smut/lemons so... sorry not sorry :) anyway enjoy this chapter!

*THIS IS RATED M FOR MATURE/GRAPHIC CONTENT. DO NOT IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE*

"Good, I wouldn't have it any other way…" my voice is full of sweet and sultry, the kind of talk that I know drives him wild inside.

He is eager, but not too eager, to feel my body against him in any way, so his lips meet mine in hunger. I allow him to push me back on the bed. His body covers mine with warmth. I run my hands down his muscular chest. My fingers skim under the hem of this shirt, feeling the waistband of his shorts and the warm skin that sits on his hips. My own hunger takes me, and I move without thinking. I pull on his shirt, trying my best to get it off of him and failing because of how we are positioned currently. He stands to take it off. While he is there, he takes off his shorts, leaving us both in just our underwear. His kisses continue and then trail down my neck. I moan as he kisses down to my breast. His lips avoid my nipples, but he continues to kiss down my chest. He sucks on the underside of my breast, careful to not leave marks on any visible part of my body. As his mouth works wonders on my breasts, his fingers trail down the side of my body. I shiver as his fingers lightly graze my hip bone. I get goosebumps as I feel his smirk resonating on the surface of my skin because of my reaction. His kisses trail down my stomach and he kisses right above the waistband of my lace undies. I feel his fingers skim under the hem of my panties. It sends a tingle down my spine; I crave more. I crave more of his touch. I crave so much more of him. Without thought, my hips buck up into him, trying to find some amount of friction. Unfortunately, I am not given what I seek. Maxon stands up and shifts away. I huff in anger at the loss of contact.

"Eager to get this going, are we?" He asks me sarcastically.

I give one solid laugh as a sign of my very clear aim of tonight. I prop myself up on my elbows to look at him. My voice mocks him in a subtle but obvious way, "And you're not, King Maxon?"

My eyes shift down to see what's going on for him, but just as quickly rejoin his eyes. I watch as his eyes flicker down to and back up to mine, effectively mirroring my actions. It doesn't take much for either of us to see the ever present bulge in his skin tight boxers. I sit up completely to meet him as his face and ears get the slightest bit pink. I lick my lips slightly and his eyes never break away from mine. I see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows what, I assume, is the very last of his pride.

He complained only slightly annoyed at my observation, "Fine, I am eager, but a wise woman once told me to have self control…" He quoted my words from earlier in the garden.

In a matter of seconds, he pulls me up off the bed to meet him. I want more than anything to just melt into his warmth and let him love on me, but he doesn't allow me to fall into him. He kissed my neck once, and it was so soft I barely felt it. Then, retracted to keep his distance away from me. He is being such a buzzkill to the mood that he and I unintentionally created together.

Before I register what I am actually doing, I push myself into him, which he accepts much more than I thought I would. His face is in the corner of my neck, just breathing me in cautiously.

"Ha ha." I rolled my eyes at him, "You're killing the mood by playing these games…"

He laughs lightly. I can feel it in the hollows of my neck and shoulder. It re-excites the fire inside my body. His fingers grip around the fabric at my hips and he nudges them down just enough for them to fall off my hips. I back away to lay on the bed comfortably, but also so he can get to where I need him the most. He licks his lips as he dives down and quickly gets to work. His fingers spread my juices around, only causing me to moan in pleasure. Without warning, a finger enters my body.

"Oh… oh…" Instinctively, I arch my back. The feeling intensifies greatly. I love it so much, I don't want it to stop.

He pumps his finger for a moment, then adds another. He continues. My breaths become shallow and the moans of pure pleasure spill out from my lips. His pace quickens. His tongue starts to swirl around my sensitive core. I grip the sheets hard. I still crave more.

"Oh… God, Maxon… Don't stop…" He doesn't. Instead, he goes much faster, "Maxon!!!"

My body tense in ecstasy as my world crashes from the orgasm. I feel the kisses making their way back up my stomach as I start to come down from the high I just experienced. I allow my body to relax, and attempt to control my breathing to the best of my ability, but I fail miserably because his lips are sucking on my nipples causing more pleasure and gratification. I moan again and again. Eventually, his lips kiss their way back to mine and I can faintly taste myself on him.

"Are you ready, Darling?"

"As ready as you are."

He picks me up, his hands resting on my ass to move me. I wrap my legs around his body. He gently sets me down in the middle of our bed. I unwrap myself from him as he tries to pull back from me. I hear his boxers hit the floor with a muted thud. The mattress shifts under his weight as he crawls to me. Then, his body is over me, covering me completely. His hands are on either side of my body. His kisses are rushed and needy, but yet he doesn't stick himself inside me. He just lets his dick rest against my thighs. He kisses my neck and jaw, down to my collar bones. I sigh as his lips leave my skin. He sits on his knees and feet to position us. Finally, he spreads my legs and fits himself to me.

"Remember that I love you, America." I nod and then he thrust all the way into my, bumping my hips rather aggressively.

"Oh… I love you, too, Maxon..." My jaw drops as I look down at him between my legs. All of him is in me, and it feels… fantastic. I nod for him to go and he does. He wasted no time pounding his hips into mine hastily. He groans as he does, but my moans of indescribable pleasure accompany him. My arms quickly make their way around his neck and I wrap my legs around him, hoping for him to go deeper, wanting him to hit every spot, and he doesn't disappoint. I am basically hanging, and his body still is supporting both of us. One of his hands leaves the side of my body, and goes down to my center through the maze of limbs. His fingers easily find the little nub that ignites every flame of my being.

"Oh… Maxon… keep going… please… don't stop…"

He doesn't stop. He doesn't even come close to stopping. I feel his thrust become more needy, more powerful, and I know he is getting close. So am I.

"Faster, harder…" I moaned out to him, "Oh… Maxon!!!"

My walls clenched around him. He hasn't stopped yet, but I know he is very close. "Oh shit… America!!"

His body stops and tenses, signalling his release. His hips do a couple little thrust, but not like what he was doing earlier. We both relax ourselves, which involves me unwrapping my legs and arms from him. He collapsed on top of me, careful not to put too much weight on me for fear that he will crush me. After a moment of us just coming down from the high we gave each other, he pulls out and scooches off of me. His body doesn't stay away from me for too long before he is wrapped around me again. Maxon cuddles into the side of my neck, leaving light feather-like kisses along the side of my neck. I giggle because it tickles, which he knows all too well. He calms down and just nuzzles into me. His arm is draped over my body protectively. Maxon's fingers lightly graze my hip and waist intimately. I play with his hair by his neck, and rub up and down his back, but I never let him go. I don't want to, never in my life do I want to let him go.

"America, my Darling, how do you manage to make me weak in the knees like that everytime?" he murmurs into my skin.

I laugh a little bit more, "Sweetheart, we've only ever done that three times."

"And all three times you have me cursing and screaming your name like a mad man."

"I'm that good, huh?" He nods against my neck, his nose rubbing against my soft skin. It tickles faintly. "You're not too bad yourself..."

"I know, Darling. You are very vocal about when you like something I do."

"Mmhmm…"

"Would you like to go for round two, Darling?"

"We have to get up early for a long flight tomorrow. We should probably sleep so that way we have energy tomorrow."

He sighs in discontentment, "I guess you're right. Do you want a shirt and your underwear?"

"I would like that, very much. Thank you."

His lips kiss my head softly. As he starts to get up, I sit up as well, pulling the blankets up to cover myself. He topples off of the bed very ungracefully. I can't help the burst of laughter that I attempt to suppress from the sound of his body hitting the floor with a thump. His glare meets me, and only retreats when my immature giggles have mostly subsided. He rummages across the room looking for the discarded clothes. I admire his body from a far, muscular build with so much definition. He's so hot, and he's all mine. I swoon over him as I watch. He pulls on his boxers and his shorts. Then, he grabs my underwear and his nightshirt from tonight. He walks over to the bed, sliding himself into the comfort of our bed while handing me the clothes. I pull on the shirt and then the underwear. My body slips under the covers to join him. I allow him to pull me close to him. I cuddle into his side, my arm and hand resting comfortably on his chest, feeling his heart beat thump softly under my fingertips. Feeling and hearing his heartbeat is something I never take for granted. Everyday with him is a blessing, and feeling his heart thump under my hand reminds me of it every single time. He wraps his body around me to protect me. I feel safe, and I know that as long as his arms around me, I am. He kisses my head lightly before nuzzling up to me as close as he can.

We don't talk much in our attempts to sleep. Every once and awhile, Maxon will murmur something mostly inaudible and definitely sleepily into my hair and then kiss my head. When I do catch what he says it normally is something sweet and romantic such as 'I love you, America' or 'You are the only reason I can sleep at night anymore.' I smile at the thought of him sleepily telling me how much he loves me. I absentmindedly caress my hand up and down his chest, which seems to soothe him, thus leading to more of his sleepy comments about his overwhelming affection for me. Shortly after, what was his last inaudible comment, I began to hear the steady breathing and soft hums of his snoring. I sigh into his chest, "Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams. I'll see you in the morning."

I snuggle closer, which I didn't think was possible, but fully is considering that it happens. I stay up a little while longer, feeling his beating heart under my fingertips and listening to his steady breaths. My breathing slowly, but surely, matches his. I drift into the same comfortable sleep as him willingly. My final thoughts for that night are all of how much I love Maxon, and how excited I am for our future together.