Wow. That was incredibly sweet and hot.
“What are the options?” I work to make my voice as neutral as possible, but I don’t fool him.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I don’t get a say in it?”
“Nope.”
Right. Time to gain a little more control over the situation. Closing the distance between us, I undo the top few buttons of his shirt, planting a kiss after popping open each new one.
“What if I want you to do all of those dirty things going on in your mind?”
“Feisty.” His voice is low, and I detect a hint of a shake in it.
“You bring out a side in me I didn’t know I had,” I say honestly.
“Back at you, Emilia.”
His thumb touches my lip from one corner to the other, and then he does the same with his tongue. Sealing his lips over mine, Max grips one of my thighs, grazing it with his nails. He needs me just as badly as I need him. His hand descends to my ass, cupping my cheeks and pressing me against him. I moan as I feel how hard and ready he is for me.
“Max…,” I whisper.
“Fuck, I need you.”
I turn to putty in his hands as we remove each other’s remaining clothes at lightning speed.
“Sit on the bed,” he instructs, which I do. Watching his erection in front of me is too tempting. I wrap my hand around it and swipe my tongue once over the head. Max lets out a deep groan, gripping my hair with one hand.
“Fuck, that is sexy,” he says on a moan as I take him in my mouth as deep as I can. “You’re sexy, Emilia.”
Unhitching my lips from him, I crawl backward on the bed, keeping my eyes trained on him.
He leans over me, his hand sliding down between my thighs.
“You’re so wet and beautiful, Emilia. I could come just from watching you.”
But he’s not just watching me. His palm is wrapped around his erection, moving up and down. He presses the thumb of his other hand on my clit, circling the bundle of nerves. Watching him please us both is possibly the most erotic moment of my life. Need splinters me, making me ache for him to the point where it’s almost painful. He places my feet on his shoulders, lowering himself until his beautiful face is level with my center. Without unhitching his thumb from my clit, Max dips his tongue inside me once.
I swallow a moan, flattening my back against the bed, pushing my hips forward. When he dips his tongue again, I’m positive I’m one second away from making love to his face. His expert mouth feasts on my swollen flesh, nipping and lashing until I am ripe for him. My fingers find the soft curls of his hair and I tug at them gently, greedy for more of him.
“I want you,” I whisper. “Inside me. Please.”
He straightens up, retrieving a condom from my nightstand. Holding my gaze, he sheaths the condom over his erection. He pushes his length across my folds, touching my clit in the process. My thighs quiver, an unbearable tension forming in my center. Unable to wait any more, I push myself up, gripping the base of his erection and positioning it at my entrance.
“Taking control. I like this.” Max enters me in one swift move, pushing in so hard, he sends me into a tailspin. My inner muscles instinctively clench against him.
“Max. So deep.” I bite down on my lips, stopping the incoherent string of words.
“I’ll never tire of hearing that.”
Max runs his hands up and down my legs while moving faster and faster. I won’t last long, and neither will he.
“Touch yourself,” he commands. I lower my hand to my clit, all shame or restraint forgotten. I move my hand at a frantic pace, feeling pressure building inside me.
“This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I writhe and moan, begging for my release as my climax builds inside me. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as I increase the pace of my fingers, just as Max increases the speed of his thrusts. Every thrust brings me closer to the edge. When my orgasm finally engulfs me, I swallow my cry of pleasure, his name on my lips.