13. Max
13
MAX
T his woman is going to be the death of me. If I’m going to die, I might as well go out having enjoyed the pleasures two people can share, right?
I take a little too long to respond, and she starts to pull away. My hand snakes around the back of her neck and I draw her near.
“Fuck me, Gia.”
Her eyes flash with a wild heat. “Are you saying that as a colloquialism?”
“No.” My gaze drifts to her lips. Her plump, pouty, delicious lips. “I’m asking.”
“I see.”
“Do you want me to beg?” I draw my thumb over her bottom lip.
“That might be nice.”
I maneuver her into my room, shutting the door so little eyes won’t catch me. I press Gia against the door and then I drop to my knees. I lift her shirt, running my lips over her stomach as I undo her jeans.
“Fuck me, Gia. I’m begging you.” I tug the jeans down her legs along with her underwear. The scent of Gia and her sex fills my nostrils. My dick, already hard, becomes painfully rigid.
I nudge her legs apart and inhale, then lean in toward her wet, glistening pussy.
“Max.” Her hand presses against my head. “What are you doing?”
“What I’ve dreamt of doing for six years.” I look up at her. “I want to taste your pussy, Gia.”
The expression on her face tells me she’s never had a man eat her out. She has two kids, so I know she’s been with Aldo, but I guess he viewed a pussy simply as a place to put his cock. Good. Gia’s pussy is mine.
I run my hand up her stomach. She should be naked. I take the ends of her blouse and jerk hard, sending the buttons flying. She lets out a gasp of surprise.
“Let me make you feel good, Gia. Let me show you how good fucking can be.” I open the front clasp of her bra, and now I’m torn between sucking her tits or her clit. I’ll do both, of course, but which first?
She bites her lower lip as she nods. Clit first, then.
I grip her hips to hold her steady. I drag my tongue through her pussy, her sweet juices coating my tongue. Her moan and the way her fingers grip my head tell me she likes it.
“You taste so fucking good,” I say as I use my fingers to spread her pussy lips open wider. Her pink clit is swollen, hard, and I take it between my lips and suck.
“Oh, God.” Her body shudders, and it makes me feel more powerful than I’ve ever felt. I’ve hunted down assholes. Intimidated. Manipulated. Killed. But in this moment, the power I feel surpasses all of that.
I lick and suck. I swirl my tongue around her clit and then thrust it inside her. Her pussy pulses. Her skin under my hands heats. Her breath grows ragged. I’m on my knees worshiping this woman. The only woman who has ever brought me to my knees.
The guilt, the knowledge that this is wrong, hovers at the edges of my mind, but I push it away. I’ll deal with the fallout later. And if I end up dead at Nic’s hands, so be it. I can no longer deny what my body wants… what my heart needs.
“Max!” Her body goes taut. Her essence gushes, and I lap it up as her body shatters around me. I work her pussy, keeping her up for as long as I can until I slowly bring her down.
I rise, wrapping my arms around her as her body goes pliant against mine. I kiss her then, mixing the taste of her pussy with her mouth. She’s so fucking delicious.
“Well?” I ask.
Her breath comes in gasps. “Well, what?”
“Will you fuck me, Gia? Have I begged enough?”
“Yes.”
I scoop her up and carry her to my bed. My goal is to make her forget all her worries. Forget her stalker. Forget Whitley.
It’s not lost on me that I want to forget all my woes as well. She’s not my goddaughter. I’m not her brother’s capo or friend. I’m not her protector. I’m a man who is thoroughly lost in a woman.
I help her remove her shirt and bra and marvel at her exquisite beauty. She’s like a goddess. I start to lie over her, but she stops me.
“You’re forgetting something.”
What? Oh. I reach over and open the side drawer to pull out a condom.
“Not that. Well, I mean you need that, but… you’re still dressed.”
Am I? I’m so focused on ravishing her, I hadn’t paid attention, much to my dick’s dismay. I stand and jerkily remove my clothes. For a moment, I’m self-conscious of my body. I eat well. I exercise, including lifting, but my forty-one-year-old body isn’t quite as sculpted as it had been in my thirties. What if my physique doesn’t do it for her?
Her gaze rakes down my body, stopping at my dick. The heat and maybe nerves I see in her eyes tell me she likes my body just fine.
“It will fit,” I say, stupidly. She knows that. My dick has been inside her before. It was first before Aldo, or anyone else she might have been with since. That second thought makes me growl. I want to kill any other man who’s had her.
“It’s been a while.” Her confession makes warmth, not pride, bloom in my chest.
“We’ll take our time.” I vow to spend as much time with her as possible, not just with her body, but in my life. Maybe her stalker will never be found, and she’ll need to be here forever.
I lie over her, kissing her fully, deeply. Eventually, my hands roam her body, my lips following. I imprint her on my fingertips, in my mind. She’s the same, yet different. Her curves are curvier. Her tits fuller. But her scent, her taste, that’s the same.
“Tell me what you like,” she says.
“I like you.” I lick her nipple and watch as it puckers more.
“I want to make you happy.”
I lift my head. “Do I seem unhappy?” I see frustration in her eyes, and I realize that while she’d been married, she hadn’t been loved. Not like this. Not where her pleasure matters. Not where she was an active participant. Of course, the idea that Aldo could do more than root is laughable. He never seemed like a guy who’d care about a woman’s pleasure. Women existed for his pleasure and procreation. As a result, in many ways, Gia is as innocent as the first time I had her.
I take her hand and bring it to my dick. “Touch me.”
Her hand wraps around me, and my eyes nearly roll back into my head. Her fingers are soft, gentle as she strokes me. “Like that?”
“Fuck… yeah…” I rock my hips, fucking her fingers a few times before pulling my hand away.
She looks up at me with concern. “Did I do it wrong?—”
“No, baby. You did it right. So right, I was about to come all over you. But that’s not what we want, right?”
She shakes her head.
“What do you want?” I ask, turning the tables as I lean over and suck her nipples again.
“You.”
“To do what?” I ask, my fingers sliding through her folds, rubbing her clit.
“Oh, God.” Her hips rise to meet my touch.
“Tell me, Gia.”
“Fuck me.”
“You want my dick?”
“Yes.” She arches into me. “Max.”
“Where?”
“Inside me. I want your dick inside me.”
I give her a hard kiss and then reach for the condom, chastising myself for not having it on already because my dick is ready to explode.
I sheath myself and then roll her under me, opening her thighs and settling my hips between them. She said it had been a while, so I know I need to take things slow. God help me, I don’t want to hurt her.
I rub my dick against her pussy. “Ready, baby?”
Her fingers grip my shoulders. Her thighs wrap around my waist. “Yes. Max, yes.”
I press in, fighting back the urge to plunge. But it’s so fucking hard. Each millimeter I sink into her is like putting my dick in a light socket. Electricity fires through me.
Finally, I’m in. Fully, completely inside her. I look down at her to make sure she’s okay. Her eyes are closed, a small smile lifting her lips. She’s happy. My heart stalls in my chest. All of a sudden, something that died six years ago awakens. I feel alive, like my soul has found its home.
But the feeling is bittersweet because nothing has changed. I can have her now, but someday, someday soon, I’ll have to let her go. And when I do, my soul will die again.