Thirteen #4
My core is pulsing uncontrollably and I cry out his name, desperate and lost in him.
“Maxim!”
In a heartbeat, his fingers dig into the flesh of my sides and he climbs up over me. His tongue slips into my mouth and he kisses me hard. Then he pulls back just enough to flash me a wicked grin. “Tastes just like I remembered. Let’s see if every part of you still tastes the same.”
I know exactly what he means, and my walls clench. He gives me one more quick kiss, then slides lower down my body. Because I’m propped halfway upright, I can see everything he’s doing to me, and God, it turns me on even more.
He licks his way down to between my thighs, his mouth trailing heat across my skin.
When he reaches my lace panties, he looks up at me with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
Slowly, his fingers slip under the thin fabric, dragging it down my thighs.
He holds the damp lace to his nose, closes his eyes, and inhales deeply like he’s snorting pure cocaine.
The sheer pleasure on his face sends another wave of arousal surging through me.
He tosses the panties aside, grabs the back of both my thighs, and spreads my legs wide, exposing everything to him.
He leans in and breathes deep at my core, then gives me a mischievous look before gently biting my swollen folds.
My knees are bent so high they brush against my cheeks, my ass lifted clean off the bed.
I’m trembling under his hands, moaning as my body tightens even more.
He smirks and lowers his head again. His tongue flicks over my puckered back entrance, licking a long wet line down my entire slit, coating it with his spit.
My resistance snaps. I throw my head back and cry out in pleasure.
My hips tilt toward his mouth, begging for more without me even meaning to.
He takes his time, licking me again and again as he grabs one of my breasts and squeezes.
“Tell me, who else can make you lose your mind like this, Ava?”
Eyes closed, dazed, I shake my head slowly. No one. No one but him.
Then his hot mouth wraps around my throbbing clit. I let out a strangled moan and grab his head, pressing him closer. I want more, more and more and more. There’s no other sound in the world but the soft rainfall over the pool, my loud moans, and the obscene wet sounds of Maxim devouring me.
I feel pressure at my entrance and the next moment, two fingers push inside me. My eyes fly open and I look down, watching him work his magic with mouth and fingers. He pulls out slightly, then thrusts them back in hard. I slap my hand against the poolside lounger and scream.
“Oh God, fuck!”
The pleasure is overwhelming, so intense it’s almost painful.
I squirm beneath him, trying to twist away, but he pins me down with one hand and fucks me harder with the other.
I can’t stop arching and rocking, hips rolling under his tongue.
But he won’t let go. Like a beast with its prey, his mouth stays locked on my clit—licking, sucking, nibbling, kissing—while his fingers slam into the perfect spot again and again.
I’m screaming, crying out his name, and the sound bounces off the water and echoes back louder. I feel the pressure building, like a dam about to break.
“Maxim, oh… fuck, Maxim!”
His fingers dig deeper. His mouth sucks harder.
And then, release.
The dam bursts. A violent flood of pleasure rips through me. I scream, shaking, my hips grinding into his mouth as the orgasm overtakes me. It crashes through every cell in my body, curling my toes and clenching my fingers.
Seconds pass. As the aftershocks fade, I melt into the lounge chair—boneless, trembling, high. Like a junkie floating after a hit.
I lie there, legs spread, body limp and glistening with sweat. My head falls to the side, eyes dazed, as Maxim crawls up to me. I kiss him with all the hunger in my heart, not caring that I taste myself on his lips. Not caring that I probably look like a fucked-out whore lying under him.
Because it feels right. Like I’ve known this man forever. Like my soul was always his.
No matter how hard I tried to deny it, no matter how far I ran, my body, my heart, they only see him. They only want him. He’s the only one who holds the key to everything inside me. The only one who sets me on fire.
His deep kisses and the soft caress of his hands start the heat all over again. I run my fingers down his hard chest and slip my hands under his boxers. He groans into my mouth and leans in closer. But just as I’m about to grab his hard cock I hear a voice.
“Mama!”
We both freeze.
Our heads whip toward the door in panic. Not seeing Aurora, we both breathe a sigh of relief, until her cry comes from the baby monitor on the table.
Maxim swears under his breath and pulls away instantly. I’m too dazed from that orgasm to react. He comes back with a towel and gently lifts me, wrapping it around me like I’m precious.
He kisses my lips and leans in to whisper against my ear, “The rest will have to wait, my hot little strawberry.”