“Zoe.” Framing my face between his hands, he stares into my eyes.
Everything I feel is summarized in the way he utters my name. It’s a need for something I can’t name. Locking my ankles around his ass, I lift my hips to take him deeper.
“Fuck, Zoe.” He groans. “You have to go slowly.”
Slowly is not what I want. I want to burn and go down in flames. I want him to catch me, mend me, and pretend we’re okay. A growl sounds in his chest when I wiggle out from under him. His fingers spear through my hair. For a moment, he holds me in place, but then he releases one finger at a time, setting me free. The effort it takes shows on his strained face.
“Don’t you want this?” he asks with that deep frown running between his eyebrows.
I trace the crease with a finger, dragging the tip over the bump of his nose and along the crooked line. Turning over, I give him my answer. The sharp intake of his breath is always a sweet reward. In a flash, he drags me to the edge of the bed so I’m kneeling on the floor.
I press my cheek on the mattress and look back at him. He pushes to his feet, his face an inferno of lust as he studies me. The way I’m presented with my skirt bunched up over my hips and my ass in the air is dirty. There’s something perverse about kneeling half-dressed and knowing what is coming is going to feel as good as it’s going to hurt.
Kneeling behind me, he digs his fingers into the flesh of my globes and parts me. My lower body tightens in anticipation as an ache to be touched flowers between my legs. He brings his lips closer to my sex and plants a tender kiss on the apex. The hot glide of his tongue over my folds makes me shiver. A tremor runs all the way up my spine as he trails his tongue along the crease leading to my dark entrance. I bite my tongue not to moan when he traces the tight ring of muscle before softly nipping the fleshy part of my glute.
He can easily drag an orgasm from me with his tongue. I’ll come quickly for him, but he only plays with the tip over my clit, making me squirm and clench my thighs in need. Denying me isn’t because he’s cruel. It’s because he’s kind. If I come now, I’ll be too sensitive to let him take me how I want.
He sucks a thumb into his mouth and presses the tip on my dark entrance. Rubbing the fingers of his free hand in a circular motion over my clit, he gently applies pressure until the muscles give and my body allows his entry. He gives me a moment to adjust before plunging two fingers into my pussy. I’m on the verge of exploding when he starts moving, but he keeps the pace too slow.
Perspiration beads on my forehead when the stretch in my ass increases.
“Just do it,” I plead. I don’t know for how much longer I can stand the torment.
“Shh, my little flower. I have to prepare your body.”
His patience is commendable. I know he wants this as much as I do. It’s evident in how hard he is, but Maxime is not to be rushed. The foreplay seems to last forever, until I’m begging him to just go ahead and fuck me. I’m already tired, already raw. The easy pace and probing fingers rocking my body into the mattress are relentless. He lets me feel, and feel, and feel until I’m only aware of the parts of my body he’s manipulating with his expert touch.
When every inch of my skin is slick with perspiration, he finally withdraws his fingers.
“Stay,” he says, getting to his feet.
My chest sinks into the mattress, the muscles I’ve kept drawn tight finally relaxing. With my cheek pressed to the sheet, I watch him undress. Fully naked, he walks to the bathroom and returns with lube. He came prepared. He wanted this too.
Going back to his knees, he squirts a generous amount of lube in the crease between my globes and uses the broad head of his cock to spread it around my dark hole.
An uncomfortable sting builds at the base of my spine when he pushes his cock against my dark entrance and applies steady pressure. The ring of muscles finally yields, and cold flames run through my insides as he carefully sinks deeper.
“Harder,” I say, my breathing shallow.
He goes slowly, taking his time to fill me.
Still, I beg. “Please, Maxime. Fuck me already.”
Pulling back, he sinks deeper, over and over, going a little faster and farther with each stroke. The fire builds. The flame leaps. Pain and ecstasy mix until I don’t know who I am or why I’m here. I only know the desperate need for release.