50. Max
FIFTY
MAX
“Okay.”
The air freezes in my lungs as she nods. Her eyes flutter open, and even with her tear-streaked face and her nose all pink, the small smile she gives me is devastatingly beautiful.
“I want to give things a try.”
Darting forward, my lips finally meet hers, feeling their salty softness beneath mine. I hold back the urge to groan against her warmth. Gently I move my mouth against hers, afraid that if I give in to my desperation, she’ll pull away.
Breathing her in, my fingers flex around her shoulders, sliding up to cup the nape of her neck as her sweet, fruity scent invades me.
She’s tentative at first, then her hands grasp at the fabric across my chest, clinging to me like she doesn’t want me to ever leave.
My pulse flutters wildly, and as she sighs softly, I swallow the sound eagerly, wanting to keep every piece of her.
Moving from her lips, I scatter kisses along her jaw, across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, then continue on her other side.
“I’ve imagined this so much, honeybee. Having your lips pressed against mine, tasting you. It’s been agonising. We’re going to have to stay like this for the next week so I can make up for lost time.”
Her laughter caresses my neck, and a shiver slides down my spine as I continue kissing along her jaw, down to her ear.
My cock hardens in my jeans at her gasp. “I’m a parched man, Rosy. Starved. Only your lips can satisfy me.”
Her laughter is throaty, but it stutters when I lick a hot trail up her neck.
“I don’t think that’s how it works, Max.”
“It definitely is.”
She pushes against my shoulders, pulling back, and terror tears through me. Has she changed her mind?
“I know it’s stupid, but I can’t just switch off the hurt. Even though nothing you did was to intentionally hurt me…it’s still there. I need you to understand that. I can’t cut off those emotions, even if I have feelings for you too.”
Nodding even before she’s finished, I slide my hand down her arm and lace my fingers through hers. “I can do that. Anything you need, I’ll do it.”
I pull our joined hands up, kissing along her knuckles. As long as she’s giving me a chance, I’ll do everything to make her realise how much I care about her.
How I’m falling for her.
My mouth opens to continue, to tell her how important she is to me, but she stretches up, and her kiss snuffs out the words before they can materialise.
I groan into her sweet mouth and cup her cheek. Her skin is so incredibly soft, and she leans into my palm. With my other hand encircling her waist, I pull her to me, grunting as she springs up and wraps her legs around my middle.
Rosy pulls back from the kiss, and through heavy breaths, she whispers, “I’m holding you to that promise, Maxi.”
My arm around her back tightens, hugging her to me, our chests pressing closely against each other as I nod. I walk forward, and her back meets the wall. It pushes her even tighter against me, and we both moan at the friction.
“Fuck, honeybee. I need to put you down. Having you against me is not helping me take things slow.”
“I never asked for slow,” she pants, legs gripping even tighter around my waist.
My eyes slam shut as my head falls back on my shoulders. “I know, but I don’t expect you to just forgive me.”
“I haven’t forgiven you, but that doesn’t mean I need to miss out when you feel so good. I haven’t stopped craving you just because you hurt me. I don’t want to keep holding back because I’m scared. I want to say fuck it and see what happens. At least just this once.”
Fuck. Me.
I dive in, taking her mouth and giving her a brutal, heated kiss. “Anything you don’t want, you tell me to stop.”
Her nod quickly turns into a thud against the wall as I kiss down her neck, licking and sucking.
Just as I get to the area that meets her shoulder, her hips jolt.
She writhes under my hands, thrusting against me as she gasps.
Smiling against her skin, I suck again, and she rewards me with another moan.
Her hips grind against me; she’s as desperate for me as I am for her.
It’s hot, heavy, and needy between us.
Unwrapping her legs, I ignore her protesting whine as she slides down me to stand. I drop to the floor in front of her with a thud, and glance up. “Remember to stop me if you need to.”
Embarrassingly my hands fumble as I tug down her trousers and underwear, but she quickly flicks off her sliders to assist. My heart thunders as I sit back, giving myself a moment to look at her.
“Fuck, I was right. You do have a pretty pussy.”
“Max!” she squeaks, a blush racing across her neck and cheeks. Her reaction helps to relax me.
This is just us. Me and Rosy. I guess it’s always been inevitable, even if I couldn’t see it.
“What? I had to tell you. It’s just so pink and pretty.”
Her hands cover her face in a rush, her words coming through the cracks in her fingers. “If you don’t stop talking, then I’m stopping this.”
She gasps suddenly, hands falling away as I flatten and slide my tongue across her seam.
I shrug her leg over my shoulder, and my tongue glides across her again.
I savour the taste of her on my lips as I bare more of her to me.
My head lowers further, and I swirl through her opening.
Her hips jolt and thrust into me. Her breath comes in heavy pants as I dip my tongue in and out, flicking against her clit every few swipes.
A scrape against my skull has my eyes rolling back, and my movement stutters as her fingers slide through my hair, gripping me.
My groan is ragged against her skin, and she responds with a sucked-in breath. “Shit, don’t stop. Please, Maxi.”
Pushing a finger inside her, I try not to lose concentration as her walls clamp around me. She’s so fucking wet for me. Her body rocks quickly on my finger, and I swipe my tongue up and down her hard little clit.
She’s fucking perfect.
And I’m so fucking hard. My dick’s throbbing in my jeans.
But this is for her, not me.
I slip another finger inside and quicken my thrusts, matching her fast, rocking motion as she rides my hand.
Once I stiffen my fingers, I crook them forward, rubbing at the textured area inside her.
Her body turns rigid, and her breath hitches in her chest. Then she shudders and moans, long and low.
I don’t stop licking even as she shatters, coming all over my fingers and face.
She tugs my head away with her grip in my hair, and I pout up at her. “I’m not finished.”
“But I am.” Her eyes roll, but she’s smiling.
“We can go again? I just want to stay down here with my new kitty.” I lean in, enjoying the sharp sting as she tugs my hair again, and take another lick along her addictive slit.
“Stop.” She giggles. “I’m done. I can’t take any more.”
“Fine.” I sigh, getting up from the floor. “But I want a hug.”
“Okay. But I still need time to adjust to…us and not feeling so hurt.” Her words are muffles against my chest.
My hands stroke up and down her back. “I know, honeybee. I’m ready to give you anything you need for us to work.”