Chapter 56 Maeve
MAEVE
He held my face in his hands as his tongue dove into my mouth, all his earlier hesitation gone. The heat of the last four months was at a boiling point and I pressed myself tightly to him, a river of fire opening up at my center.
He tasted like cherries and almonds. Like forbidden things and finally-fulfilled desires.
I couldn’t get enough and I held onto him for dear life, barely able to meet the ferocious demands of his tongue with my own.
He backed me up against the island and lifted me onto the counter without breaking the kiss. The cake slid back a couple feet and I stopped to make sure it wasn’t going to fall to the floor, then grabbed a fistful and shoved it in his mouth.
Some of it fell from his lips, but he ate the rest, then leaned over me to grab a handful.
He shoved it into my mouth with a grin.
“I told you my cake was good,” I said with my mouth full.
He pulled me to the edge of the island and I wrapped my legs around his hips as his tongue dove between my lips. Now we both tasted like cherries and almonds, and the combination of Bram’s raw energy and the sweet cake did wicked things to my body.
I pressed my cunt into his cock, hard as stone, and he groaned, then reached for the hem of my sweatshirt.
I did the same and for a minute we tried to get each other’s shirts off without breaking the kiss. We broke away laughing and gasping and Bram lifted my sweatshirt over my head.
He groaned when he saw that I still had on a T-shirt. “Too many clothes.”
He pulled that off too, then undid my bra and bent his head hungrily to one of my tits.
I gasped and leaned back on the counter, closing my eyes as the heat of his mouth enveloped my erect nipple. He sucked hard enough to make me cry out but only because I wanted more.
It took me a minute to remember I hadn’t gotten his shirt off and I forced myself to pull it together enough to tug it off.
He pulled back just long enough for me to get rid of it, then took my other tit in his mouth while he rubbed at my pussy through my jeans.
“Oh my god…” Dry humping Bram’s hand in the kitchen was enough to make me come, but I’d waited so long for this moment, I wasn’t about to let it end too soon.
I tried to remove his hand. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
“Good,” he said around a mouthful of my tit.
“I don’t want it to end,” I gasped as he pinched my nipple.
“It’s never going to end.” I didn’t know if he was talking about the fucking or about something else, but right then, I was pretty happy to settle for the fucking. “And I can promise you it won’t be the last time you come tonight.
He kissed his way down my stomach and tugged at the waistband of my leggings. “Lift your ass.”
I obeyed and he tugged off my leggings and underwear.
He threw them onto the floor and pushed my thighs open wide, his gaze locked on my exposed pussy.
“Fuck me, your pussy is perfect.” He ran his fingers through my folds, practically dripping with desire, and I leaned back with a moan, the granite counter cold under my forearms.
He reached past me for the cake, took a handful, and smeared it on my pussy.
I barely had time to be shocked before he lowered his head with a growl and started eating.
I moaned long and low. I had to close my eyes as the ecstasy washed over me. It didn’t leave room for anything else.
He buried his face in my cunt, his tongue dipping into my channel, cleaning the cake off my pussy. And if I’d thought his tongue felt good inside me, I was completely unprepared for his ravenous attention on my clit.
His tongue was everywhere, flicking and lapping, teasing until I reached between my legs to grab his hair, holding his head in place while he burrowed into my cunt.
I moved my hips with the movement of his tongue, my legs spread wide on the counter, my orgasm roaring to the surface at the sight of his dark head between my thighs.
I cried out when he shoved his fingers roughly inside me. It hurt just enough to make me wetter and I pushed down on his hand, wanting more.
He lifted his head. “Christ, you taste good, Maeve.”
“It’s the cake,” I gasped.
“It’s not the fucking cake,” he growled. “It’s this sweet little pussy you’ve been keeping from me.”
We both watched him finger fuck me, his fingers disappearing inside my pussy. I gasped when he added his thumb on my clit, and I moved faster, reaching for the release bubbling to the surface of my skin.
“Oh god…” I closed my eyes.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I opened my eyes and looked at him.
“That’s a good girl. You’re going to watch me make this sweet pussy come.”
My nipples were so hard they were painful and I pushed onto his fingers as he thrust them inside me, moving with the rhythm of his thumb. Then he lowered his mouth to my cunt and lapped at my clit, his fingers still invading me, and the orgasm hit me like a freight train.
It was an earthquake tearing me apart, a tidal wave washing me away. I came and came, tightening my hold on Bram’s hair while he worked my clit with his mouth and tunneled through my pussy with his fingers.
I’d barely stopped shuddering when he rose between my thighs.
He unfastened his jeans, grabbed onto my knees, and pulled me against him.
I gasped when his cock, heated and taut and big enough to make my pussy throb, came into contact with my sensitive cunt.
“Want me to get a condom?” he asked.
“I don’t want you to move,” I said.
It was reckless and I didn’t care.
He smashed his mouth onto mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing my slippery pussy against his shaft as his tongue plunged into my mouth. Our tongues tangled in a fiery dance and he reached between our bodies and guided his swollen head against my entrance.
“I can’t wait, Maeve.
“I don’t want you to wait.”
He gave one brutal thrust and he was all the way inside me, his head bumping against my cervix. He waited to let me stretch but I started moving on him anyway. He was so big it burned, but another orgasm was already coming to life inside me.
“Jesus fuck,” he gasped. “You’re so fucking wet, Maeve. So fucking tight.”
I leaned back, my legs still hooked around his hips, and watched him drive into me.
His chuckle was dark and sexy enough to send another rush of wet heat to my pussy. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you, Maeve? You like to watch me fuck you.”
I moved on him, all the answer he needed, and he picked up the pace, pounding into me in a frenzy, all the months of wanting pouring out in the vicious thrusts he served to my pussy.
He bent over to take one of my tits in his mouth and I inhaled sharply as pleasure shot down my spine, the sensation of his cock filling me and his mouth on my tit almost too much to bear.
“Bram,” I gasped. “I’m going to come.”
He lifted his head, his eyes glassy with lust. “Thank fuck because I’m ready to spill into this delicious little pussy.”
He pounded harder, our bodies slapping as he pushed himself and me toward our inevitable release. Then he slipped his hands around my waist and pulled me tightly against him as he continued thrusting.
The contact with my clit was the final straw in my pleasure overload. I didn’t recognize my own voice when I came, didn’t recognize any of the dirty things I said to him when he growled, coming inside me in a burst of heat that set me on fire from the inside out.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Maeve… fuck.”
“Don’t stop!” I rode his cock, working the rhythm to extract every bit of pleasure as I came apart in his arms.
When it was over he pulled back to shower my face with kisses. “Maeve… Maeve… Maeve…”
My name was a prayer on his lips and I lifted his head to kiss him, then showered his face with kisses too, touching my lips to the seam of his scar.
Finally, he tipped his forehead against mine.
I looked into his eyes. “That might have been better than the dog.”
“That might have been better than the cake.”
We both laughed, naked and sticky.
Happy.