Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Max Stevens
I stand behind Antonia, my body running hot, with anticipation.
The sight of her, naked ass in the air and vulnerable, her body trembling with desire, is almost enough to make me lose control.
But I won’t. Not yet. I want to draw this out, to make her feel every inch of me, to make her beg for release.
She needs to understand the extent of what I can create for her to experience.
I reach out, my fingers tracing the curve of her breast, feeling the weight in my hand.
Her nipples harden under my touch, and I can’t help but lean in, aligning my body with hers, skin to skin, and cupping both breasts.
She’s pushing back, rooting for more friction from my cock on her clit.
Still wet from before. I nearly lose the plan entirely because it feels amazing.
Pushing her gently, I guide her to turn around on the bed until she’s lying down. I spread her legs, exposing her pussy to me. Her clit, hard and ready. I lean in, blowing a stream of cool air over her. She shudders, her hips bucking off the bed. I hold her down, my hands firm on her thighs.
I pleasure her with my tongue tracing her folds. She tastes sweet, exactly like I remembered. Her body tenses, and her breath comes in quick gasps. She’s close, but I’m not ready for her to climax yet. She groans in frustration when I pull back.
She watches me, her eyes wide with desire. “You taste so fucking good, Antonia,” I say, my voice low and husky. “I could do this all day. You taste so sweet it makes me want to let you climax just to start again.”
“Max, please, it’s the honey,” she pleads, her voice trembling. “I need to climax.” She attempts to stimulate herself with her fingers, but I restrain her hands above her head. “Not yet, baby,” I say, my voice firm. “You’re not ready yet.
She’s writhing on her back, legs spread as far as they can go as she breathlessly murmurs, “Get back down there and finish me.”
“Nuh uh uh, I’m in control here. Do you trust me to make this like nothing you’ve ever experienced?” She purses her lips, then nods enthusiastically, and I kiss her, letting go of her hands.
I continue to tease her, pushing her to the edge and then pulling back. Each time, I can see the frustration in her eyes, but also the trust. She knows I’m in control, and she’s willing to let me guide her.
After what I’m sure feels like an eternity, I decide it’s time. I lean in. “Are you ready, Antonia?”
She nods, her eyes brimming with desire and anticipation.
I smile and say, “Then come for me, baby. Come hard.” I lean in and my tongue finds her clit.
My sucking and licking cause her body to tense up.
Her muscles tighten, and I can sense her orgasm intensifying.
Then, her body convulses, and her pussy pulses.
Her inner walls spasm around my fingers, and that sweet honey squirts onto my tongue.
As she rides the waves of pleasure, I hold her close in my arms. Her heart races, and her breath comes in short gasps as I whisper in her ear, “That’s my girl. You’re so beautiful when you climax.”
She gazes up at me, her eyes brimming with trust and contentment.
I lean in, kissing her, letting her taste herself on my lips.
She moans, her arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer.
I’m feeling a strong urge to release myself.
I reach into the bedside table drawer and pull out a condom.
I tear it open and roll it onto my cock.
Antonia watches me, with lust. I climb back onto the bed, my body covering hers.
“Are you ready, baby?” I ask, my voice low.
“I’m always ready for you.” She nods, her eyes shining with feeling.
A rush of emotion takes over me as I guide my cock to her entrance, feeling her heat.
She moans, her hips moving in time with mine.
Sitting back, I watch my cock sliding in and out of her, so fucking hot.
Her body responding to mine, her hips moving in rhythm with mine.
She tightens around me and I follow her over, shuddering as I pulse inside her.
My body spent and my heart full, I collapse on top of her.
We stay wrapped around each other, panting and sweaty. As the last echoes of our climax fade, we lean our foreheads together, our hearts still racing. “Max,” she says, her voice soft. “That was... incredible.”
I smile, my heart swelling with pride. “It was. We're just getting started, baby.”
Wednesday she leaves a protein bar on the training room table before our session. Oat and dark chocolate. She’s gone before I get there. No note. She knows I’ll know. I eat it before the guys see it. Tuck the wrapper into my jacket pocket like evidence.
The boys on the ice are beginning with edge drills on the ice. I think about the other kind and grin.
That night she texts at eleven forty-seven.
Toni: The report went through. The supervisor said the Boston data was thorough.
I’m on the couch with the game film running on mute. I stare at the text for a second.
Max: Told you I kept a good log.
Three dots. They hold longer than the sentence needs.
Toni: You kept a great log.
I set the phone face down on the cushion and let the game film run.
Sitting with the dark, muted hockey, I feel the weight of something small, new, and mine.
I don’t examine it too closely because things this new don’t withstand scrutiny.
Things this new don't survive examination.
They survive protein bars left on tables and texts at eleven forty-seven that mean more than they say.
Three days.
I don’t know that yet.