Chapter Sixty-Four
I don't know where the confidence came from, but the minute we got in here it was like I didn't have any control over my actions.
My body needed him, it needed to taste him.
I'm disappointed that he didn't finish in my mouth, but now that he's pulled me off him, all I can think about is him fucking me.
My hands grab at my jeans, undoing the button, but before I've even finished, he stops me, taking over and loosening each button, his moves slow and deliberate.
He's torturing me, and it's killing me. I feel my body heat, and goosebumps prickle over my entire body with every gentle touch of his hands.
He smirks as his eyes flick back and forth between mine, he knows what he's doing.
"Max, please," I beg, reaching for the waist of my jeans and tucking my fingers down the sides. He shakes his head and pulls my hands away.
"Nuh uh, don’t be so impatient, baby," he tells me, as he slips his fingers inside my jeans and underwear.
My breath comes out in stutters as I anticipate his moves, his fingers slipping over the sensitive nub, then slowly sliding down the centre of my soaked pussy, gently slipping his finger between the folds.
I hiss at the sensation. He leans forward, his mouth a hair’s breadth away from mine.
"Tell me you want me, Dragonfly. Tell me you want this," he whispers.
I nod and hum my need, but he shakes his head. "Words, baby. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you tell me you want this," he says in a low whisper.
"I want you, Max. I want this. I want you to fuck me. Please," I breathe against his lips. I feel the walls of my pussy pulse with his touch. I'm so hot, I feel like I might combust. "Max, please make me come," I beg him.
He crashes his lips to mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth and over the top of mine, pushing it down onto the bottom of my mouth. He's in control right now and he's letting me know it. The scary part is, I like it.
"Oh," I breathe out in surprise as he slips two of his fingers into my pussy and slides them back out again.
His thumb rests on the nub and rolls in circles, then he slips his fingers back inside of me.
I grab his forearms, feeling his muscles tighten under my small hands as he continues to thrust in and out of me.
My legs begin to buckle the faster he goes, my stomach tingles and sweat beads across my skin.
I'm so close. I drop my head forward onto his chest, I feel it rise and fall with every breath he takes.
The walls of my pussy clench around his fingers, and just as I'm about to come, he slips them from inside of me.
"Max?" I question in frustration, my body too heavy to lift my head.
I feel him kiss the top of it, but he doesn't say anything.
His hands grab the sides of my jeans, and he slides them down my legs.
This time he drops to his knees as he lifts one foot out of the leg, and then the other.
I rest my hands on his shoulders, using him to keep me steady.
"Max, please," I beg. He looks up at me and smiles, then leans forward and wraps his mouth around my pussy, his tongue slipping between the folds.
His hands grip the back of my thighs, his fingers digging into me as he sucks my skin into his mouth, his tongue lapping up the cum already dripping from me.
I feel my legs begin to shake as my hands hold on tighter to his shoulders.
"Oh god," I cry out. "Yes, more." I feel my stomach swirl in anticipation and need.
My heart begins to race and my breathing becomes rapid.
I feel my orgasm building and I grab his head, pulling him closer to me, as close as I can.
His mouth and nose are buried in my pussy, and I'm worried he can't breathe, but he shows no signs of struggle as his tongue laps and rolls around inside of me, my walls clenching with every swipe.
My body shakes and shudders, sweat drips off me, and my breathing is erratic as my orgasm rushes through me.
I cry out, "Oh fuck," as my legs buckle, and Max grips me tighter, holding me in place as he continues to suck and drink the cum from my body.
Just when I think I'm going to pass out from the adrenaline running through me, he stops, pulling his mouth away from me and standing.
Seconds later, he crashes his mouth onto mine before I even have a chance to react.
As his tongue pushes through my lips, I'm surprised when I'm forced to swallow my own cum.
But the biggest surprise is how much I seem to like it; how much it seems to turn me on.
As he grips the back of my head, his hand pulls at my hair. "Fuck me, you're incredible," he tells me breathlessly. "God, I fucking want you so much. Can I fuck you, Nova?" he asks, his eyes full of hope and desire.
"Oh god, yes. Please," I tell him, desperate for him to be inside me.
He gives me a chaste kiss and then guides me into the running shower, his eyes never leaving mine as he walks me back until my shoulders hit the cool tile wall.
As my hands grip his sides, he curls his hand around my thigh, lifting my leg, and I hook it over his hip.
I bite my lip and tip my head back as his fingers dig into my skin.
"Max, please fuck me," I beg.
He leans down, his lips connecting with mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth, running along the top of mine before he pulls away, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip before letting it go. He shuffles closer to me, and I feel his hand gently graze my stomach as he lowers it between us.
My heart races with anticipation, and my stomach summersaults with need as he slowly guides the tip of his dick into my pussy. I suck in a breath at the contact, my fingers digging into his sides.
"Fuck, baby. Are you okay?" he asks, and I nod, unable to form words, and my body prickles with heat. "Words, baby, I need words," he pleads with me as he teases me, not pushing any further in.
"Yes, I'm okay. Please, fuck me, Max," I beg, my voice laced with desire. It's all he needs, and I cry out as he pushes all the way in. He holds still for a few seconds, giving us both time to adjust.
His breathing comes out in ragged breaths as I feel his muscles tighten. He grips my other thigh and hoists my other leg around his hips. I lock my ankles behind him, but my hands grip his shoulders, my grip tight as I worry I might fall, or he might drop me.
"Relax, baby, I've got you," he breathes out. "You ready?" he asks, and I nod, unable to speak. His fingers dig into my thighs as he slides so far out and then pushes right back in again. I wrap my arms around his neck, tipping my head back and tightening the grip my legs have around him.
He thrusts in and out, his speed increasing with each one. I bite my lip as I feel the tingle begin in my stomach. Heat prickles over my body and my toes lock as my orgasm builds. "Oh,” I breathe out, and he moves one of his hands to my clit and rubs his thumb over it.
The combined sweat and water covering our bodies makes me feel like I'm slipping, and I tighten my grip around his neck.
He leans forward, running his tongue over the pulse point on my neck before wrapping his mouth around it and sucking.
I'm locked in placed, my head tipped back, my body wrapped around his.
His breathing becomes shallower and faster as he thrusts into me so hard and fast and slams me against the wall. I can't hold it any longer, my nails dig into his back, and I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me, my body shaking and my muscles contracting.
He pulls his mouth away from my neck and his eyes lock with mine.
His hand that was rubbing my clit is now wrapped around the back of my neck as he tilts my head to get a better look at me.
"You're fucking gorgeous, Dragonfly, and you're mine," he bites out, and I watch as his eyes flicker.
Suddenly, his fingers dig into my neck as his orgasm rushes through him.