Free Pushing Her Boundaries by Julia Rachel Barrett

understand.”
    Maggie nodded and she waited, holding her breath. “Uhhhhhhh,” she exhaled as Mace did as he promised—pushed his way past her tight muscles. His movements were slow, lazy, gentle. Panting, she felt every single inch of him, and she could tell he’d barely gotten in. Despite the slight stinging sensation, Maggie tried to rock back against him, hoping he’d let her cheat and take more of him.
    “Knock it off,” Mace growled. “This is my dick, my show.”
    True to his word, Mace stopped her. He leaned his chest on her back, forcing her sensitive nipples against the cold tile wall. He held himself motionless inside her, while the one finger on her clit worked its magic. Maggie felt caught, quite literally, between a wall and a hard place and she almost giggled at the thought of how hard he was, but then she lost all control. Mace forced her to stand still and take it, making her come over and over again. The sensation of him in her backside during orgasm was otherworldly. The pleasure sent her spinning outside of her own body, her own head. Maggie was lost in their lovemaking.
    Lovemaking?
    At last, she heard him sigh, and his finger gave her one more tweak before it vanished. With care, he pulled his cock from her body and for a few moments, Maggie heard nothing at all. Her movements slow, she turned and found Mace running both hands up and down his swollen cock. His eyes were closed.
    Her heart lurched. He would come without her.
    She reached for him, tried to join her hands with his, but he growled at her. “Look, but don’t touch. I’m just a piece of meat to you anyway.”
    “No, Mace. I want to touch you. Let me touch you.”
    He opened his eyes and stared into hers. Maggie knew then that she’d miscalculated, badly. Her words had cut deep. She’d hurt him. I’m a real piece of work.
    “Please.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the neck, her lips gentle. Laying her head against his shoulder, she let her hand drift down his chest, over his abdomen, and finally settle between his legs. He made no move to stop her. She cupped his balls. They felt solid, contracted. He was close to coming. The almond oil covered him. Maggie rubbed her fingers through it and slid her middle finger into the cleft between his buttocks, circling his tight orifice. “Mace…?”
    “Do it. Do it now.”
    She slipped her finger inside him just as he came. His tight muscles contracted around her and he pressed against her belly, spurting hot cum over her. Maggie wrapped her other arm about his waist and held him, both of them standing still, heads bent, hearts pounding, beneath the streaming water.
    “Thank god this place has a big water heater,” Mace mumbled. “You can take your finger out of my ass now.”
    Maggie began to laugh. “Maybe I will and maybe I won’t.”
    Mace reached back and pulled her hand away. “Every doctor’s dream, to have a nurse stick her finger up his ass while he jacks off.”
    Oh no, Mace, just one nurse’s dream, to be fucked up the ass by a doctor like you .

Chapter Five

    When the sun hit his eyes, Mace woke up. He rolled over in bed, reaching for Maggie, but her side of the bed was empty and cold.
    What did you expect? She made it clear she didn’t want an encore. What the hell is wrong with that woman?
    He was still naked, tangled in a damp towel and wrapped in a quilt. When he’d fallen asleep, a couple of hours before, Maggie had been equally naked, equally damp, and wrapped in his arms.
    Fuck .
    Mace climbed out of bed and tossed the towels onto the floor. “Maggie?” he called, but there was no answer. He pulled on his jeans and headed into the main room. It was empty. He glanced into the small kitchen. Someone, he assumed it was Maggie, had made a pot of coffee. It didn’t take much searching to find a mug. He poured himself a steaming cup and sipped, leaning against a counter, thinking. She’d left a note. He found it set against a bowl of fresh