He lowers his head and when his lips touch my sensitive flesh, my entire body ignites. I hold my breath as he sucks gently on my clit while thrusting one finger inside me, moving it in and out at a frantic pace. Needing more, I buck my hips, looking to meet his thrusts.
“Stay still,” he commands.
“No can do,” I whisper. “I—”
Abruptly, Max pulls his hand away. I sigh in protest, feeling betrayed.
“Every time you don’t do as I say,” he explains, “I will stop what I’m doing.”
I pout, letting him know his words don’t make me happy, but I secretly enjoy this little game of his. Which I’m certain he knows.
Placing my hips back on the bed, I nod, licking my lips for good measure. His eyes darken instantly, and he rewards me by sliding two fingers inside me. He mimics the act of making love with his fingers, his mouth expertly suckling and nipping at my clit until I come, harder than I ever have before.
“One.”
I barely have time to register what he means before I feel one stroke of h
is tongue right under my entrance. A white-hot shudder thunders through me as I realize he’s counting orgasms. As he licks me all the way to my clit, I become so wanton and aroused, I don’t know what to do with myself. My flesh is still tender from my orgasm, and Max’s mouth gives me as much torment as it offers me pleasure. Time to return the favor. Placing my palms on his shoulders, I push him away. He cocks an eyebrow, but I just shake my head, rising to my knees. He’s in the same position. I take advantage and run my hand once over his muscle-laced torso. Then, lowering my head, I lick him once from his navel up on his chest. Max grips my hair gently, pulling me up until our eyes are almost level.
“Turn around,” he commands. His eyes have a spark of dominance that strike right in my core.
“Okay.”
No sooner is my back to him than he says, “Lie down on your stomach.”
I’m shaking with anticipation as I follow his instructions. My tender nipples hurt as I touch the bedsheet. Before I realize what’s going on, Max shoves a pillow under my center, lifting my ass up. Having the length of his erection against my ass cheek sends sparks of desire along my nerve endings. Not being able to see him or anticipate his next move makes this waiting game all the more thrilling. Then I feel his hot and humid mouth at the base of my spine, trailing up my back until he kisses my neck.
“I will be so deep inside you, Emilia,” he all but grunts into my ear. His fingers reach down, coaxing my clit, which is still oversensitive from the last orgasm. I come in one minute flat, biting into my pillow. “Two.”
My entire body is on fire as my orgasm still pulses through me, but I want him. All of him. He’s making me insatiable.
“I need you inside me, Max. Now.”
A strange sound reverberates from my left, as if Max is rummaging for something on the nightstand. The sound of ripping foil follows. Condom.
The anticipation is killing me. My flesh is still so tender, I think I will explode the second he enters me. When he slides the tip inside me, a shiver runs through my entire body.
“You’re so tight.” He slides inside me to the hilt, coaxing a whimper out of my mouth. “Oh, fuck, Emilia.”
I pulse around him already as I push myself into him, needing more. Needing everything. We give in to the throes of passion without restraint. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh resounds in the bedroom, intermingled with our moans and groans. I place my palms on the mattress to steady myself as wave after wave of pleasure sears me. Pressure builds deep inside me as every inch of my body tingles with the need for relief.
“Fuck,” Max says on a groan. “You feel too good. I’m going to come soon.”
His words are like a match, lighting my senses on fire. As he widens inside me, my insides clench tightly, and my orgasm races through me at the same time Max finds his release. He remains on top of me for long minutes, drawing deep breaths. Having his hard chest against my back and his strong arms at my sides is amazing. We’re both at peace, at least until I decide to be naughty and squeeze my inner muscles around his softening erection.
“What are you doing?” he inquires, propping himself up on an elbow.
“Giving him a small thank-you hug for all the great work.”
“I see. He hasn’t done such great work if all he deserves is a small thank-you, though.”
“Never said that.”
“I’m curious, what would be a big thank-you?”
“You’ll know it when you see it. Or feel it,” I reply playfully.
A few minutes later, he lies by my side and I nudge against him, finding my favorite spot—between his shoulder and his chest, with my nose resting in the crook of his neck. He drapes his arm around me, and I feel warm and safe and loved. I want to stay here forever.