Chapter 35
CHAPTER 35
Max
She inhaled sharply, her breasts pushing into me.
“I . . . I don’t believe you,” she said. “Impossible, especially after our last time.”
I dragged my lips against hers, and then moved them down to her neck. I kissed her there gently. Long, and slow, and then traced my tongue up to her ear. I took her earlobe in my mouth, bit it ever so softly and then whispered in her ear, “You’ll find I’ve improved somewhat since then.”
She threw her head back and moaned as I ran my tongue down her neck again. I let go of her hands and tangled my fingers in her hair. I pushed my body into hers, flattening her against the door. She gasped again. I made sure to push my cock against her so she knew how hard I was. I untangled my hands from her hair, cupped the sides of her face, and ran my thumbs over her lips, then dipped them into her mouth. She moaned again.
“Open your eyes, Ash.” She did and I locked mine with hers, showing her every last drop of lust that had been bubbling under the surface for her. Just for her. I dragged my tongue across her lips and then pulled her bottom lip into my mouth. I sucked it while I ground into her. “And, Ash, this . . .” I stuck my knee between her legs and pushed them apart. “This is me flirting with you.”
“Fuck!” she gasped, and I took the opportunity to claim her entire mouth, drove my tongue into it, lapped at hers until she was quivering and whimpering against my mouth. It was the hottest thing I had ever heard in my life.
“And don’t worry—I’m not going to fuck you in a broom closet.”
“Then how are you going to make me come?” she asked so innocently I actually thought she meant it, and I almost laughed.
“Are you saying you give me permission to try?” I took her top lip in my mouth, then grabbed her hands once more and thrust them above her head, pinning her to the door again.
She nodded at me.
“You have to do better than that, baby. You have to say the words. I never do anything with anyone unless they say the words. Say them.”
Her eyes were as wide as saucers now. “I . . . I . . .” she stuttered as I covered her mouth with mine quickly, dragging my tongue over her lips once more. “I . . . Yes.”
“Yes, what, baby?”
“Yes, I want you to.”
“Want me to what?” I asked, keeping her in place, but ready to let go the second she said no.
“Make me come,” she said, and that was all I needed, all I needed to grab her face between my hands and plunge into her mouth with an intensity that had been building for thirteen years. I kissed her like I’d never kissed anyone before. Deep, slow and sensual. My cock twitched against her and she responded exactly how I hoped she would, pushing herself into it as if she needed me inside her as much as I wanted to be inside her. But I wasn’t going to do that. I was going to do something else. I pulled away and then dropped to my knees in front of her.
“Wait, wait, what are you doing?” She grabbed me by the hair and started pulling me back up.
“Well, I’m not doing anything yet, but I was planning on pulling your panties off and licking you until you come.”
“I . . . don’t let guys do that. I don’t . . .” She looked panicked and I stood up immediately and took a small step back.
“Then I won’t do it.” I reached out and touched her face softly and slowly. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. Ever.”
She nodded. “Okay, do anything else but that,” she whispered.
Without responding, I found the buttons on her dress. Her nipples were so hard they pushed against the soft material of her dress and I rubbed my thumbs over them. Her body thumped against the door. God, she was so responsive. If this was what she was like when I was just touching her nipples, then she would explode when I touched her clit like this. Which I was planning on doing shortly, but first I wanted to focus on these. I lowered my mouth to a nipple and sucked it through the fabric of the dress. She laced her fingers in my hair again and held me in place.
“You like this?” I asked her. I knew she did. It was clearly a rhetorical question, but I wanted to hear her say the words.
“Yes!” she moaned as I sucked on her nipple, making the material of her dress wet. She dragged my head over to the other one, and I chuckled against the nipple as she pushed my mouth over her breast. She wanted this so badly. So fucking badly, and so did I. I sucked hard on this one, so hard I thought she was going to explode right there and then as she ground against me. I didn’t give a fuck about the buttons of her dress now either. She could borrow my jacket for the rest of the evening, because I needed access to her . . . NOW . I ripped her dress open, buttons flying across the floor. She gasped so loudly it was almost a scream.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be screaming soon, baby,” I said, pulling her naked nipple into my mouth. I sucked, I licked, I lapped on them until she was writhing against me, until I was sure I needed to stop before I made them red and raw with my desire. She was panting, her chest rising and falling with each flick of the tongue, each nibble of teeth. Each pinch between my fingers, slight pain, followed by soft, gentle pleasure. She reached out for my shorts and tried to pull them off. I pulled her hands off me and pinned them to the door again.
“No. This is all about you.” I managed to wrap both of her wrists in one hand, leaving one hand free to do other things to her. I trailed my fingers down her arm, over her naked chest, all the way down to her leg, until I reversed and started making them climb up her skirt. I squeezed her inner thigh as I went, kneading it between my fingers, grabbing at her flesh. And each time I did, she quivered under me.
“I’m going to touch you now. I’m going to pull your panties aside and find your clit. You okay with that?” I asked. Even though I could feel wetness coating her thighs.
She nodded. “Yes,” she said, and I smiled.
My hand crept higher and before I did anything to her, I cupped her in my hand and squeezed. Her entire pussy filled my hand—I was claiming it—and in this moment, it was mine. Even if it never would be again, it was mine now, and I was going to do things to her no one had ever done before. I squeezed a little harder and she gasped again. She was so close to coming, and I could see the shock in her wide eyes. I could see she had no clue what the hell was happening to her. So I squeezed a little more, feeling the moisture seeping. I rubbed my palm against her, focusing my attention on her clit, and her panting increased. She was going to come, and I wasn’t even touching her properly.
“Oh, my, oh . . . fuck . . .” Her panting got louder and her hands started grabbing around for something to hold on to. She found it in the shelves on either side of the room and gripped them tightly, bracing herself for what she and I both knew was about to happen.
I cupped her again and moved her back and forth on my hand, making sure to grind the palm of my hand into that place I could feel throbbing through her panties.
“I’m going to . . . I’m . . .” She was writhing against my hand, pushing herself back and forth against it, almost bucking her hips. It was so fucking hot.
“So stop speaking and come,” I said, and then gripped her tighter and pounded my palm into her as fast as this position would allow. I watched her face. Her eyes shut tight, creases forming on her forehead. Her mouth dropped open as she panted, hyperventilated and her fingers dug into the wooden shelves, making them shake before her entire body stiffened and then froze, as if she was suspended in a moment of pure pleasure. And then she let out a moan so loud, long and guttural I almost came in my pants. Her body twitched against me, and I dragged my palm up and down once more to prolong her orgasm for as long as I could, which it clearly did, her body giving a few more shudders before going limp.