11. Maxim
11
MAXIM
I started jacking myself to take the edge off before I had the temptation of Hayley in my house, at my table. Eating my food.
Well. It did the job. Sort of.
It reduced the clamour of my cock, but only increased my hunger for her.
She touched me. The feel of her little hand was a searing white-hot pleasurable burn that I’ll never forget. So good.
I was barely restrained, and I should have held back. But it’s been a long evening, I’ve killed a lot of people, and I’m hanging on by a thread. I’m a second away from telling her that I love her and begging her to be mine.
Her back finds the tiles, and she stops. I keep on until she’s secure between me and the wall. This is the intimacy I’ve been craving for weeks now.
I press a kiss onto her inner thigh, and she gasps. “Say yes, malishka.”
“I don’t know?—”
“Just trust me and say yes.” I drag my mouth over her lips lightly. “I’m desperate to taste your delicious pussy.”
She makes a surprised noise as I gently bite the soft flesh of her inner leg.
“Maxim,” she breathes. “I’ve never…”
A grin spreads across my face, and I hide it on her soft skin. “I know, I know. I’ll look after you.”
She’s never been eaten out? My little virgin girl. That makes the vicious, possessive beast in my chest go berserk. I will be her first of everything she wants to try.
And then I can’t wait. She didn’t say no quickly enough, and I take a second long, greedy lick of her pussy, all the way up.
“Oh!” Her head falls back. “Yes!”
I agree. “You taste so good.”
Another lick of salty and sweet and then I’m holding her waist and her thigh, practically propping her up as I own her pussy with my mouth. I get my whole face in that soft pink flower.
She makes inarticulate noises of pleasure, surprise, and passion, and grabs my shoulder with one hand, and my head with the other, lacing her fingers into my hair, and digging her nails into my muscles.
Not pushing me away, no. Pulling me closer.
No need. I can’t get enough of her. Hayley’s pussy is as delectable as I dreamed. She’s soaking wet, her slickness coating my cheeks as much because she’s pouring with arousal as I’m desperate to get my face fully onto her.
The sound of the shower makes her mewls and gasps more difficult to hear, and the water running over us gets in my eyes when I look up to check her response to rapid licks rather than sucking on her clit. But it doesn’t matter. I finally have her, naked and with me. Part of my mind would love to take her and lay her on my bed to devour her at my leisure, but I know myself. There are too many steps between. The likelihood of me giving in and covering her with my body and my cock finding her entrance is high.
Claim her.
I think it was seeing her in danger. It broke every barrier. She’s mine, I’m not letting her go.
There are some formalities of seduction, declarations of love, marriage, and baby making. Not necessarily in that order. Orgasms first.
Defying gravity and refractory period, my cock is hard again.
Licking her is a joy, even as my jaw aches. Licks or sucks on her clit? The question remains as she shudders in my hands, because she seems to like both. She whimpers and chases my tongue with her hips.
No need to chase me, malishka, I live to give you pleasure. I could eat your luscious pussy all day, every day. Or three meals a day, at very least .
She’s perfectly plush on my lips, so soft and sweet. Her clit is a solid little bud, a tiny mouthful that makes me ravenous.
“Maxim!” She keens and tightens her grip on my hair. I redouble the speed and pressure of my tongue, even as that long-out-of-practice part of me screams with the effort, needing to stop. But I need to feel her come more.
She sobs and a savagely happy growl rises in my throat.
Yes. Yes. Come for me . I don’t say it aloud, not wanting to let up with the strokes over her clit that will tip her over.
The way she explodes is almost enough to make me come too. She gives a long, high cry and shakes as the pleasure strikes her.
I work her through it, feeling for the precise moment to slow, ease the intensity, and shift from her most sensitive place.
Despite my solid, leaking cock, I couldn’t be more satisfied.
I love this.
“Oh. I…” She sounds awkward and embarrassed as she comes down from the high of her orgasm.
And that won’t do. “You’re such a good girl,” I murmur. “Do that for me again.”
“But, Maxim…” she begins, but gets no further. I slide my hand from her thigh to between her legs and find her entrance with my fingertip.
There’s resistance, and I tilt my head up to look her in those pretty pale-blue eyes.
Her cheeks are pink from the heat of the shower and coming on my mouth, but I know somehow as our gazes meet that the reason she’s blushing now isn’t that.
“Tell me what you haven’t done, Malishka,” I order, my voice low and commanding. “You haven’t had a man eat your delicious little cunt before, but what else?”
“Maxim.” She squirms, and it nudges my fingertip, and yeah. Definitely small. Tight.
I return to edging my tongue towards her clit, just running around it.
“Tell me I’ll be the first in this sopping, needy hole,” I whisper against her pussy lips.
“You…” She tilts her head back and moans as I continue to lick. “Yes.”
“Mine.” I lose the word on her skin and push my finger up, feeling that stunning tension of her body.
The gasp she makes twists my heart and I pause, because fuck, my cock is so much bigger. It will hurt her, and it’s going to feel incredible for me.
But then, she’s moving. Bearing down on me, taking my finger up to the second joint, then all the way until my knuckles are flush with the soft curve of her arse, and it’s my turn to gasp, because not only is she brave and beautiful, she’s clenching around me as though despite the pain, or maybe because of it, she likes this.
I shift my tongue over to cover her clit, just keeping it there, and slowly withdraw my finger, before sliding it back in.
My reward is a whine, and I smile.
Then I do it again.
“Oh, my, what, I…” She babbles random words as I begin to fuck her with one finger, rubbing harder and more on that sensitive inner wall, and building up my mouth on her clit, until I’m ramming my hand against her and sucking for all I’m worth.
“More. Please.” It’s hardly even a word. But I hear it, and I’m not going to question when I can feel her beginning to shake again. My hand on her waist is doing a lot of holding, as she loses her ability to stand up because the ecstasy is too intense. I’m propping her up almost entirely as she disintegrates into a mindless creature, chasing her wonderfully slutty desires.
I hold her gladly.
Today has awakened all my base, animal instincts. Needing to tend to her lust and pleasure is mixed up with viciously possessive joy that she’s never done this with anyone else. She belongs to me entirely.
I move longer and slower, then I pause at her entrance. She makes a whimper of dissent, and I raise my middle finger to join my forefinger, pushing in.
Then there’s no words from either of us, just feral noises as I rub the ridges of her slick passage with two finger pads, more and more.
I’m inside her, and close in an incredibly personal way as I draw up her bliss with my hand and mouth.
I’m sucking her now. Hard. I’m not taking my lips from her clit to speak to her as she takes frantic, begging, needy panting breaths.
Mentally, I apologise.
Then I pull both fingers all the way out, and shove back three.
Hard. Deep.
Her body spasms around my fingers, she really screams this time. She comes and the bite of her nails drawing blood on my shoulder and her tugging my hair only makes it sweeter as I feel her orgasm in the clenching on my fingers and the twitch of her clit.