Chapter 6 - Max
I can't help the smile that tugs at my lips at her words.
"Interesting, huh? I'll take that as a compliment."
As I speak, my gaze inadvertently drifts down the length of Maria's body. Her skirt clings to her curves in a downright distracting way, and I wonder just how soft and supple that skin might feel beneath my fingertips.
Shaking off the thought, I force myself to meet her eyes again.
“What exactly about me piques your curiosity, Maria?" I add.
There's a subtle shift in the atmosphere between us. I see her throat work as she swallows, her eyes squinted ever so slightly.
In one fluid motion, we move toward each other, drawn together by a magnetic force. Our lips meet in a fierce, desperate clash, all pretense of restraint crumbling away. I groan low in my throat, my hands finding her hips and pulling her against me.
Without breaking the kiss, I guide her backward, steering her towards the storage room in the back. The second the door clicks shut behind us, I can't resist letting my hands roam, mapping the curves of her body.
Maria's fingers tangle in my hair, tugging insistently as she arches into my touch. I nip at her lower lip, swallowing her soft gasp of pleasure.
"Max..." she breathes, her voice thick with want.
Hearing my name on her lips like that ignites something primal within me, and I can no longer hold back. My hands slide down to grip the back of her thighs, hoisting her up. Maria obediently wraps her legs around my waist, clinging to me as I gently lower her down on the table I set up for tattoos.
I brace myself over her as we continue to kiss. My fingers make quick work of the buttons on her blouse, desperate to feel the silky warmth of her breasts under my palms.
Maria arches up, pressing herself closer.
"Please, Max..." she murmurs against my lips, her nails raking lightly down my back.
I groan, my self-control hanging by a thread.
"Maria, are you sure about this?"
Maria nods, her eyes glinting with desire.
"Yes, I'm sure." She pulls me back down, kissing me hungrily.
That's all the confirmation I need. My hands slide down, palms grazing the soft skin of her thighs as I tug her skirt up higher. Maria shivers at my touch, a soft sound of pleasure escaping her.
I break the kiss, trailing my lips along her jaw and down the slender column of her neck. Maria tips her head back, giving me better access. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, urging me on.
I groan, the sound muffled against her skin.
"Maria, I’ve been wanting this since I first laid eyes on you."
"Then why the hell are we wasting time talking?" she murmurs, her tone playful but laced with need.
I chuckle lowly, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze.
"Impatient, are we?"
Maria's lips curve into a coy smile.
"Maybe a little." She reaches up, tracing the line of my jaw with her fingertips. "But can you blame me?"
I shake my head, stealing another hungry kiss, "Not at all."
My hands slide up, palms skimming her sides until I reach the swell of her breasts. Maria arches into my touch, a soft whimper escaping her. I waste no time opening the buttons of her blouse, finally baring her bra's delicate lace to my hungry gaze.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I murmur, placing open-mouthed kisses along the exposed skin.
Maria's fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping lightly at my scalp.
"Don't stop," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.
I have no intention of stopping. Not when I finally have her here, writhing beneath my touch. My lips trail lower, tracing the swell of her breasts, and Maria squirms impatiently.
"Max, please..." she pleads, her hips rolling against mine.
I groan, the sound rumbling low in my chest.
"Patience, darling. I plan to take my time with you."
Maria lets out a frustrated huff, but the glint in her eyes tells me she's only teasing.
"Well, hurry up then. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can... take our time."
I chuckle, capturing her lips once more.
"As you wish, " I pull back slightly, a devious grin tugging at my lips. "On your knees, Maria."
Her eyes widen briefly, a hint of surprise flashing across her features. But then her expression shifts, morphing into one of pure lust and desire. Without breaking eye contact, she slides off the table and sinks gracefully to the floor in front of me.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her kneeling before me, lips parted in anticipation. Keeping one hand tangled in her hair, I use the other to quickly undo my pants, pushing them down just enough to free my aching arousal.
Maria's gaze drops to my lap, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. The wordless invitation is too much to resist. I groan, guiding myself towards her waiting mouth.
"That's it, sweetheart," I murmur, my voice low and rough with desire. "Show me what that pretty little mouth can do."
She doesn't need to be told twice. Maria parts her lips, taking me in slowly, inch by delicious inch. The wet heat of her mouth envelops me, and I have to bite back another groan.
"Fuck, Maria..." I rasp, my grip on her hair tightening ever so slightly. "You feel amazing."
She hums in response, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through me. Her hands come up to brace against my thighs as she begins to move, bobbing her head in a steady, tantalizing rhythm.
I watch, transfixed, as she works me over with a single-minded focus. The sight of her lips stretched around my cock, her eyelashes fluttering, is damn near enough to undo me then and there.
"Shit, you're so good at this," I groan, struggling to keep my hips from bucking forward. "Too good, in fact. I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep that up."
Maria pulls back slightly, gazing up at me with hooded eyes.
"Then don't hold back," she murmurs, her voice thick with want. "I want to taste you, Max."
That's all the encouragement I need. I growl, pulling her back towards me and setting a faster, more demanding pace. Maria can barely moan, her nails digging into my thighs as she takes me deeper.