Chapter 13
Eve
Max nibbledmy earlobe then dragged his mouth along my cheek and pulled back just far enough to look me in the eye.
“You think so?”
“I definitely do.”
Placing his hands on either side of my waist, Max pulled me down until my head rested against the arm of the couch. He settled into the apex of my thighs and opened his mouth over mine. I looped my arms around his neck and met him stroke for stroke. He deepened the kiss, thrusting his hips in time with our tangling tongues, pressing his erection against my heat.
I slipped my hands into the waistband of his shorts and squeezed his ass, encouraging him to thrust harder. Max eagerly complied and I couldn’t hold back little whimpers each time he pushed against me.
He pressed my hip against the couch, stopping me from moving and slowly ended the kiss.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?”
I stared back at him with dazed eyes.
“Really?”
“My cock is ready to explode right now.” He pushed against me. “I’m thirty-three years old and after some heavy petting on the sofa, I’m ready to come in my shorts.”
I bit my bottom lip as my mouth curled into a satisfied smile. It always both surprises and pleases me when he tells me things like that. I still can’t believe he finds me that attractive, that sexy as he always says.
He sat back and just looked at me for several heartbeats. Too many.
“What?” I asked.
“I was just thinking that with your swollen lips, flush cheeks, and tousled hair, you look like a wet dream come true.”
“Max.”
His name came out as a soft sigh. I had started to cool off, but his words made me throb with want again. He lowered his head and kissed his way across my cheek to my ear.
“I thought about picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom, but another idea crossed my mind.”
“What’s that?”
“How about if I just show you?”
Shifting to stand, he took my hand and pulled me up. I watched as he whipped off his shirt then lowered his shorts. His erection peeked over the waistband of his boxer briefs and I fought the urge to reach out and touch it. But he seems to have a plan here. Who am I to interfere with that?
He removed my shirt and bra, then slipped his fingers into the elastic waistband of my shorts and pushed. They dropped down my legs and pooled at my ankles. I stepped out of them, eager to find out what he has planned.
“Turn around.”
I did as he told me and he stepped closer, pressing his erection against the curve of my back before moving back just far enough to pull my underwear down. When he stood behind me again, his naked cock bobbed against me.
“Look at the French doors.”
I lifted my gaze and looked across the room. Dusk had fallen and the fiery orange sky is absolutely gorgeous.
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
He shifted my hair to the side and pressed closer to kiss my neck. Moisture pooled between my thighs at the feel of him against me. As if he sensed that, Max moved his hand down my arm and over my hip. His fingers skimmed against my folds before he slipped his middle finger between them to circle my clit. His other hand cupped my breast and plucked my distended nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
The two sensations mingled together deep in my belly and shot to every erogenous zone in my body. I stiffened my legs and pressed my back against his chest to avoid crumbling to the floor.
“Focus on the glass instead of the view.”
His warm breath against my ear added to the sensation and I let out a low groan.
It took my sex-addled brain a second to figure out what he wanted me to do, but finally I shifted my gaze and spotted our reflection in the glass.
“Do you see us?” I nodded. “Good. Keep your eyes focused right there. I want you to watch me make you come.”
My entire body broke out in goosebumps at his words. I’ve never done anything like this in my life. But I’ll admit, it’s hot as hell.
The glass didn’t offer a clear reflection, but as Max teased and touched me, my mind filled in the blanks and I saw everything like it was in technicolor.
He slipped his finger inside me before pulling back to circle my clit, then did it again. And again. And again. As if that wasn’t enough, his other fingers alternately squeezed and twisted my nipple. Urging me to lean back against him, he slid his hand across my chest and gave my other nipple the same treatment.
“Oh God Max, I’m–” I lost my breath as he circled and pressed my clit before slipping through my folds to finger fuck me again. “I’m gonna come.”
“Are you watching?”
“Yes.”
My voice sounded as desperate as I felt.
He lowered his mouth to my ear and nibbled at the lobe before licking at the whorl. The sensory overload continued as he flicked his thumb over one nipple then the other while pressing against then pinching my clit.
It was all too much.
The tingles started in my nipples then radiated down to my pussy. Max slipped his fingers inside me and my inner walls contracted around them as the palm of his hand pressed against my mound.
He slowly slid his fingers out and nudged me toward the couch.
“Rest your knee on the arm.” My legs felt like jelly but I managed to do it. “Now move your other leg over as far as you can.”
I heard him rip open a foil packet and a second later, he wrapped his arm around my waist and urged me to bend forward just a little bit.
“Keep watching.”
It had gotten darker outside so our reflection was a little sharper. I watched as he bent his knees and dipped slightly behind me, then I felt his cock press against my entrance and slowly slip inside until he completely filled me.
“Mmm, you’re so tight. It feels so fucking good,” he said against my neck.
He moved in and out, settling into a rhythm designed to drive me crazy. My inner walls gripped him each time he retreated and welcomed him back with every forward thrust. Thankfully he kept his arm wrapped around my waist because I probably would have crumbled to the floor when he circled my clit, setting off my second orgasm in less than five minutes.
Max
I spooned Eve from behind,enjoying the feel of her against me. Her breathing was deep and even so I was surprised when she spoke.
“I’ve never done anything like that.”
“Did you like it?”
Her hair brushed against my chin as she nodded.
“I did.”
I’ve had mirror sex before, but haven’t done anything like what we just did. She doesn’t need to know that first part though.
“When I first moved in here, sometimes my reflection in the glass would scare me. Then one night, I was sitting on the couch and the idea of what we just did popped into my head. I was just waiting for the right person to do it with.”
She turned her head to look back at me.
“Was it worth the wait?”
“Oh yeah.” She turned back around and I pulled her closer. “We never did Netflix after chilling. Do you want to watch something now?”
“Sure.”
I turned and reached over to grab the remote off the nightstand behind me and clicked on the TV.
“What kind of movies do you like?”
Eve rolled over to face me as the Netflix menu filled the screen.
“I’ll watch pretty much anything besides scary movies.” She scrunched her nose. “I don’t like a lot of blood and gore either.”
I scrolled down to the comedies and one caught my eye.
“How about Just Go With It?”
“Ooh, I love Adam Sandler movies.”
After pressing play, I wrapped my arm around Eve’s shoulders and invited her to rest her head against my chest. She rested her arm against my waist and settled in.
As the movie started, I tried to remember if I’ve ever been this intimate with a woman. I mean, I’ve had sex with plenty of women, probably too many, but this relaxed closeness is rare for me.
The only thing I came up with is my girlfriend when I was eighteen. She was the first girl I had sex with, and I thought I was in love. All these years later, I still don’t know if I was or not. Either way, it didn’t matter because she was only using me, hoping my mother would represent her.
I’m not sure what it says about me that it’s been so many years since I’ve formed any sort of real bond with a woman says about me. What I do know is that this thing with Eve is all-consuming. I have so many thoughts, feelings, and emotions swirling through me, sometimes it’s hard to process everything. Since the moment I met Eve, I was hooked. And the more time we spend together, the deeper it goes.
I shifted my attention back to the movie just in time to see Jennifer Aniston strut into the restaurant after having a makeover.
“She is absolutely gorgeous,” Eve said. “She was my age when she made this movie and look at her. Flawless.”
“You’re pretty flawless yourself.”
“Why thank you sir.” Her exaggerated Southern accent made me chuckle. She kissed my chest and curled her fingers into my waist. “You’re pretty perfect too.”
I don’t know about that, but we are perfect together. In my opinion anyway. Things with Eve are just…easy. We get along well, the sex is incredible, and whenever I’m not with her, it’s like part of me is missing. I haven’t put a name to what I’m feeling yet, but I’ve watched my friends fall in love one-by-one so I know the signs.
Eve is scheduled to leave in five weeks. I need to tell her how I feel sooner rather than later. If I get lucky she’ll extend her visit with Winnie. Otherwise, I’d be open to figuring out how to make a cross-country relationship work.
But before that, there’s another conversation that needs to happen.
Pop seems to think my past is a big deal, but I’m hoping it won’t matter. We got over the whole age thing and, in my opinion, that’s a bigger issue than what I did for a living before I moved to Seaside. So I’m hopeful, even though I keep putting off having the conversation. But I know we have to have it soon.