Chapter 15 #2
He chuckled and kissed me, opening his mouth and tangling with my tongue so I tasted myself on him. He made me dizzy with need all over again, dizzy with longing to keep him, to have so many more nights like this.
“I’ll grant your wish,” he said into my mouth then lifted off me. “We’re just getting started.” He moved his brows up and down in a comic promise and I laughed through the excited jitters in my chest.
“You’re funny and sexy at the same time,” I said. “I can’t believe you can pull that off.”
He rose and stood next to the bed, leaving me cold, and I shuddered. “Come back—”
He reached for his pants and slipped something from the pocket.
“I need this first.” He held up a foil pack that I’d recognize anywhere and my heart stuttered, my mouth widening in a big fat grin like I was on top of the world and about to go to the moon on a euphoric ride.
Because I was pretty sure that was going to happen.
He came back to the bed, dipping the mattress with his weight and opening the foil packet as I stared at his enormous display of manhood. Trying not to let my mouth actually water, I said. “Let me put it on you.” I took the opened packet from him and he leaned back against the pillows.
Straddling him, I took the long length of him in my hands, nuzzling my still sensitive pussy against his balls, and kissed his tip.
He groaned and reached a hand out to caress my face.
Then I rolled the condom down, relishing the slick ribbed texture, wishing I could let him inside me raw and uncovered.
Not this time, but maybe later. Definitely soon.
His groan sent a satisfying thrill through me and, as I was about to rise, he lifted me by the waist and moved me over him as I guided his cock to my still swollen wet center.
As he lowered me, his cock filling me, I thought my eyes would cross with the pleasure.
At last when I landed fully down on him, my ass nuzzling his balls and my pelvis against his hips I breathed deep and slow, watching his glassy eyes as he pulled me forward.
“You feel as good as you taste, like heaven.” He kissed me and then rocked his hips and I moved.
And the world moved as the sensation of Max inside me gave way to reality and all the implications, bigger than this one act, bigger than the growing pleasure.
Maybe even bigger than the orgasm I knew was coming, but that would be hard to beat if it was anything like the last wave of orgasms he gave me with his mouth.
This was different though, somehow more complete.
Putting his hands on my hips, he took control, as I sat up and we watched each other and he told me how beautiful I was and what a turn-on it was to watch me and how just the sight of me having an orgasm would make him come.
I rode him slow at first, moving at the pace he set, but as the sensations whirled inside me I moved faster, slammed down on him harder.
When I put my fingers on my clit and he swore and moaned that I was ruining him, I couldn’t stop the frenetic pace, couldn’t stop the scream or the waves of my walls clenching around him, blinding me with an electrifying explosion inside my brain, almost like I’d blacked out from the intensity.
He held me and pumped as I fell onto his chest and he groaned my name.
“I’m coming.” He ground out the words and shot a stream inside me again and again. I clenched around him as he jerked, purposely squeezing out every last bit of his cum until he was empty and spent, holding me with shaking arms.
Blanketing him with my body I held onto him, keeping him inside me, reveling in the comfort and rightness of our joining, the connected deep and irrevocable. I’d fallen so far so fast for this man as I listened to his breathing in my ear, to his endearments and praise as he whispered to me.
“You’re utter perfection, so warm and giving and beautiful inside and out.” His words put me in a place above heaven, the next level, better and more complete. I knew there had to be such a place because that’s where I felt like I was now, lying in Max’s arms.
“Max you’re everything, more than everything,” I said and then yawned.
He chuckled, kissing me and rolling me onto my side, pulling himself out.
Feeling the cold, lonely loss instantly, I put an arm around him as he removed the condom, leaving his still half stiff cock glistening. He went to wipe it off with the sheet.
“No, don’t. Let me,” I said and I lowered my head and put my mouth on him, sucked the tip until he groaned, then licked my way down to his balls, getting every last remaining taste of his cum.
I would have stayed and sucked on him until he stiffened fully, but he pulled me up and into the crook in his shoulder at his side and stroked my exposed breast.
“It’s late. Let’s sleep. It’s a luxury I don’t have—sleeping next to a warm, beautiful woman. I’d love to savor it.”
And that’s when he had me, lock, stock, and barrel. Everything in me clung to him, reached out and connected to him, every single molecule of me attached to him then as if he were the other half of my very soul, the piece of me that had been missing.
I sighed deeply. “I adore you, Max.” I fell asleep dreaming those words, knowing I didn’t need to dream of being with him because he was really there. He kept me warm all night.
I woke slowly to find myself wrapped in his arms. He was watching me, his blue eyes calming and exciting at the same time.
My body buzzed to life as the heat of his hard-muscled body against me registered, our legs entangled, my breasts against his chest, my hips against his.
The smile was automatic and I felt like purring as I reached a hand to his face to caress his stubble-roughened chin.
“I always wanted to do that, to do this, to wake up in the morning with a man and feel happy, like I could stay all day.”
His smile was dazzling, appreciative, but it faded too fast and took on a troubled cast.
“We can’t stay,” he said. “We have about twenty minutes to get to the brunch. But I don’t think there’ll be any punishment if we’re a little late.”
I sat up. The blankets fell away and his eyes immediately went to my nipples as if he’d been homed in like a heat-seeking missile and my now tingling nipples were the target. Pleasure at the look in his eyes suffused me.
“I can’t be late. I have a special gift to give Cat.” Damn it.
Reaching a hand up, he stroked his fingers across my cheek, my chin, down my neck and all the way down to the swell of my breast until it reached my nipple. I told myself I should move, tell him to stop because I was serious. I should tell him I wanted a rain check.
Circling my nipple with his index finger, gently, tauntingly, he watched me. Then he sat up and took me in his arms, wrapping me in a breathtaking hug, pressing his hard-muscled chest against my stimulated nipples, making me bite my lip with want. But there would be later.
He murmured about how magnificent I was, how memorable the night had been. Then he let me go and swung out of bed, leaving me in the messed sheets, staring and wondering.
“Do you want to take a shower?”
My mind snapped back into place as I noticed the ball gown on the floor behind him, reality registering in my brain. I groaned.
“As much as I’d love to, I need to get back to my room, to my clothes. I can’t believe I’m going to have to put that back on now and skulk through the hallway.”
He smiled, and it was back to the sad resigned smile I’d seen on him before. I hated to disappoint him, but he lifted the gown from the floor and laid it on the bed next to me.
“I’ll help you. Just give me a minute.” He disappeared into the bathroom, taking some clothes with him on his way.
I watched and then turning back to the ball gown, swore at myself for not wearing anything else and wishing he’d offered to loan me a T-shirt and gym shorts or something to get me back to my room.
But I supposed it wouldn’t matter, because then I’d have to carry the ball gown and it would still be obvious to anyone who saw me what had gone on.
Besides, why was I so worried? We were adults and I could take care of myself.
Max emerged from the bathroom dressed and hair combed, though not shaven and I drooled at the rough stubble darkening his chin and imagined how it would feel against my thighs. He smiled as if he’d read my mind.
“Let’s do this,” he said as I stood from the bed and he held the gown for me to step into, slid it up my body and zipped it as I withstood the touch of his hands on me, forcing myself not to jump back in bed and drag him with me.
“That was easy and not so easy,” he said, standing behind me, his hands on my bare shoulders, searing me with his touch.
“What do you mean?” I said breathlessly, automatically, concentrating on the feel of his hands.
“I mean putting that dress on you was the last thing I wanted to do. It was like throwing a blanket over a masterpiece.”
That grabbed my attention and I turned around in his arms.
“You’re a masterpiece yourself. And such a romantic, beautifully selfless lover.
” He kissed me and it felt like a tenth of what I wanted—no, maybe a millionth.
It was a short kiss and he still held me as we stared at each other, with the same looks in our eyes, probably thinking the same thoughts when his phone alarm went off.
“Guess that means I should get going.” He dropped his hands from me and nodded, following me to the door. He opened it. A sadness swept through me because this felt too much like a goodbye. Something in his demeanor had me panicked that he was sending me away for the first and last time.
“This was not a one-night stand,” I said, standing on the threshold, ready and not ready to leave him after the night we’d spent.
He said nothing. The anxiety rose up and before it could take over, I turned it into disbelief.