Healing Mr. Ashford

🔞Chapter Eight: Healed🔞

NATALIA GEORGETTE

This time, the soft hesitation was completely gone. The kiss was deep, possessive, and thick with the heavy truth of his words. It felt like an anchor dropping into a stormy sea, pulling me down into a reality where only the two of us existed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my fingers in his hair, completely surrendering to the realization that my heart had never truly left him.

When he finally pulled back, we were both breathless. Maximo didn't let me go, he kept one arm wrapped securely around my waist and took my hand with the other, guiding me through the quiet, winding streets back toward my hotel. The silence between us wasn't heavy anymore.

The moment the hotel room door clicked shut behind us, the entire world outside seemed to vanish. Maximo turned me around, pinning me gently against the solid wood of the closed door.

"Tali," he whispered, his voice raspy and raw against my skin. "Thank you for healing me."

He leaned down and claimed my mouth again, his kiss fierce, desperate, and intoxicating.A soft gasp escaped my throat, and he used the moment to deepen the kiss, his tongue parting my lips in a consuming rhythm that made my knees weak.

Maximo’s fingers trembled slightly against the top button of my shirt, a rare crack in his usual, unflinching confidence. He stopped for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes searching for mine in the dim, golden light of the city. He was giving me one final chance to pull away, to choose the safe, quiet heartbreak I had been running from.

"Tali..." He hesitantly pulled back. His beautiful blue eyes fluttered open to look at me.

"It's okay... Maximo," I reached up, my hands sliding over his shoulders, guiding his jacket down until it pooled uselessly on the floor.

A low, ragged breath escaped him, and with it, the last of his restraint broke. His hands became desperate but deliberate, sliding the fabric of my shirt off my shoulders. With every inch of skin he uncovered, it felt like a layer of the past week’s humiliation was being stripped away. The ghost of Ethan's betrayal, the whispers in Masbate, the heavy weight of being the woman who wasn't enough, all of it faded beneath the fierce, protective warmth of Maximo's hands.

He pulled me against him, the sudden heat of his bare chest against my skin shocking a soft gasp from my lips. He unclasped the rest of our clothes, discarding the armor we had both worn for a decade, there was nowhere left to hide. We were just Tali and Maximo, exposed and completely undone in the middle of a foreign city.

" I want to touch you," he murmured lowly into my ear." Can I, please?'

"Touch me," I spoke breathlessly, making it clear that I was giving him my consent.

Gathering me up in his arms, his warm hands sent a jolt of heat through my hips as he transferred me to the mattress. The sudden chill of the smooth fabric beneath me stood out sharply against his radiating warmth as he leaned over, settling his solid weight over mine and pinning us firmly in place.

The deep, consuming kiss on the bed shifted, turning heavy with a mutual understanding that the time for hesitation had completely passed. Maximo’s lips left mine, trailing a burning path down the line of my jaw to the sensitive dip of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.

He pressed closer, his hands tracing down my shoulders and chest with a light, intentional touch. I let out a soft sound of vulnerability, my eyes locking onto his warm, adoring gaze. His hands explored further in a steady rhythm, sending a rush of color to my cheeks as I instinctively moved my hand to cover, like I was caught in the heat of the moment.

"No," he murmured, shaking his head as he gently but firmly pulled my hands down from my chest.

"You're so beautiful," he said and kissed me again, before gripping my hips and flipping my body over. My back hit the bed, causing my breasts to bounce as he hovered above me. He lowered himself and gave me an open-mouthed kiss on one breast, massaging the other as he went. He sucked on the sensitive n****e before proceeding to switch sides, earning a satisfactory moan from me.

"Ahh..."

He kissed me down the valley between my breasts before making his way in a line down to my stomach. I bit my lower lip because I couldn't control my moans anymore. He placed a small kiss on each hip bone before looking into my eyes again, asking for permission once more. His eyes were full of desire as he looked at me pleadingly.

I gave him a quick nod before he smacked a kiss down on my p*ssy. I twitched against him, prompting him to place a hand on my thigh to steady me, spreading my legs further apart. He cupped the lace-covered area before slowly rubbing his fingers up and down. Moans again filled the quiet room.

" Ahh max.."

"Your panties are soaked, Tali," he murmured, his voice thick and heavy with desire.

"Mmm, you make me," I replied as I arched my back and bit my lip.

D*mn.

He slowly pulled my panties down my smooth legs to reveal my sweet, glistening p*ssy. He lightly stroked the silken fold before repeating the action again more firmly, causing me to moan loudly. I could feel that I was dripping wet. He moved back up my body to give me a lick before slowly sliding one finger into my core.

"s**t, Max!" I called out to him as I felt his finger move in and out. I could feel his breath, but I kept my eyes shut and felt the sensational desire towering over my body. I was completely drawn into the moment when I felt him add another one that made me gasp. He steadily pumped inside, building up the aching tension.

"Oh!"

"Mmm, that's it," he murmured huskily. He withdrew his hand to give me a wide, firm rub against my swelling core, watching my head tilt back in ecstasy.

"Maximo..." I moaned as I clutched onto him with a vice-like grip.

"Oh, how I badly wanted to hear the sweet, sweet sound of your moans again," I opened my eyes when he slipped another finger inside and picked up the speed. His lips found mine as my wet, hot tongue danced with his in a frenzy. He increased the pressure of his thumb circling my c**t, feeling me coming close.

"Maximo!" A cry of his name escaped as the intensity of the moment peaked. In that instant, every sensation seemed to amplify, leading to a profound sense of release and connection. As the overwhelming waves of the moment began to subside, a deep sense of my org*sm drenched his palm.

The heavy waves of my org*sm slowly began to recede, leaving me breathless and trembling beneath him. Maximo didn't move away; instead, he leaned down, burying his face in the crook of my neck as our breaths mingled in the quiet hotel room. His chest heaved against mine, his heartbeat a frantic, heavy rhythm that matched my own.

"Tali," he breathed against my skin, his voice tight and thick with an unspoken desire.

He shifted his weight, moving his hands down to guide my legs. I felt the smooth slide of his skin as he lifted one of my legs, draping it over his hip just like the position in the movies, opening the space between us completely. The shift in angle brought his heat directly against me, an undeniable pressure that made me gasp out loud.

He looked down at me, his eyes dark and intense under the dim Lisbon lights. The playful charm was replaced by a raw, quiet vulnerability that seemed to draw us even closer.

The sudden change in angle left no room for hesitation, stripping away the last remnants of the years we had spent apart. Maximo anchored himself above me, his elbows framing my head as he looked down, his eyes dark and heavy with an intensity that made my chest tighten.

"Look at me, Tali," he murmured, his voice a low, raspy command that vibrated against my skin. "Tell me you're ready."

"Maximo, please," I gasped out, the words slipping past my lips before I could stop them. My hands came up to grip his shoulders, my fingers digging into his back as the absolute certainty of what I wanted took over. There was no running away anymore, no hiding behind my desk in Masbate or pretending this heat didn't exist.

He didn't make me wait. With a slow, deliberate push, he closed the final distance between us, entering me fully in a smooth, consuming motion that drew a sharp, involuntary moan from the back of my throat. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect, heavy friction that filled the empty ache I had been carrying for days.

"God, Tali," he groaned against my ear, his breath hot and ragged as his upper body pressed flush against mine. He stayed still for a fraction of a second, letting both of our bodies adjust to the sudden, intense fullness of the connection, his muscles tight and trembling under my palms.

Then, he began to move. His pace was steady at first, an unhurried, rhythmic slide that targeted every sensitive nerve inside me. He pulled back almost entirely before pressing deep again, each thrust deliberate and heavy. Every touch carried the weight of his words from earlier. This was a reclamation, a quiet proof that despite the time and the distance, our bodies knew exactly how to fit together.

"You're so warm," he whispered, a breathless, broken sound as he shifted his hips, altering the friction slightly. "Tell me you feel this."

"I feel you," I whimpered, my head tossing back against the pillows as a low, desperate moan escaped me. The pleasure was building rapidly, coiling tight in the center of my stomach with every deep, relentless stroke. I wrapped my raised leg tighter around his hip, pulling him closer, urging him to move faster as the rhythm became more urgent.

He caught his breath, his hands sliding down from my shoulders to lock onto my hips, anchoring me firmly against the mattress as he picked up the speed. The effortless, teasing demeanor he always wore was completely gone, replaced by a fierce, driven focus. The sound of our mingled breaths, the quiet friction of the sheets, and the low, ragged sounds breaking the silence of the hotel room created a world where only the two of us existed.

The tension climbed higher, turning into an unbearable, exquisite pressure that threatened to break me apart. I could feel him trembling above me, his chest heaving as his movements grew faster, harder, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Maximo..." My voice broke on his name, a breathless plea as my inner walls began to tighten around him, signaling that I was right on the verge of letting go.

"Go on, Tali. I'm right here with you," he groaned, his voice deep and rough. He delivered a few final, powerful thrusts, driving deep into the center of my heat as the wave finally crashed over me.

The world narrowed down to that single, shared moment of connection, a sudden and profound release that seemed to echo through every nerve. We clung to one another as the overwhelming intensity finally peaked, a silent, mutual acknowledgment of everything that had been building between us. As the frantic pace eventually slowed, the only sound in the room was our heavy, synchronized breathing, the air still charged with the weight of the years we had lost.