Chapter 13 #4
Annie knew Max’s throaty words were meant to be an encouragement, a term of endearment, as Annie fucked her but she froze momentarily, unable to jump past the word no matter how badly she wanted to.
Baby. It was what Caroline had always called her.
It was also what Caroline had called the girl she cheated on her with.
She willed her brain to lock away all of those thoughts, all of those unpleasant feelings deep inside so she could fully focus on the task at hand—giving Max an orgasm she’d never forget.
“Faster,” Max begged, and Annie obliged, her grip on Max’s underwear tightening as she drove into her over and over. “Yes, right there, that spot, yes, yes, yes.”
Max writhed beneath her touch, walls tightening around Annie’s fingers as she shouted her pleasure into the mattress, legs shaking with each thrust until a hand was grabbing at her wrist.
“I can’t,” Max whispered. “No more, too sensitive.” She sighed into her laughter, rolling onto her back.
Lazily looking up at Annie in her post-orgasm glow, looking like a Roman painting of a woman—all that was missing was a bowl of grapes and a cherub.
“Lie with me.” Max extended a hand, which Annie took, curling up next to her on the bed, a leg tossed over Max as she rested her head on her chest next to nipples she had yet to taste.
“That,” she started, fingers running lazily through Annie’s hair, “was fucking amazing.”
Annie laughed. One that came from a place deep inside her as it bubbled over.
She intertwined her fingers with Max’s. “Yeah, that was pretty fucking good,” she whispered in agreement, bringing Max’s hand to her lips, taking care to kiss each knuckle before taking her middle and pointer fingers into her mouth, sucking gently.
Max groaned. “Are you trying to turn me on again? My underwear is already ruined.”
Heat raced through her, the mental image of Max’s soaked panties on the floor and Annie moving on top of her flooding her brain.
“I don’t hate the idea of that.” She took a deep breath, sure of what she wanted next. “But first, I want you to touch me again, like you did in Michigan.”
Max stilled beneath her, but Annie continued.
“I want you to show me how you would have made me come the night that I, uh—chickened out,” she finished sheepishly, heat rising in her cheeks.
“I don’t remember any chickening out,” Max said matter-of-factly, only making Annie’s heart melt even more, but Max was already grabbing at her arm, so once again, Annie was straddling her thigh.
“But I do remember you being like this—less lingerie, although I’ll happily accept the addition.
” One of Max’s hands rested on her hip, the other rubbing her leisurely over her underwear.
Annie’s eyes fluttered closed, chasing the touch with her hips, utterly frustrated every time Max sped up or slowed down when she thought she had figured out the pattern of her movements.
“And then if I’m remembering correctly,” she purred, voice a low hum as she dipped her hand into Annie’s underwear, a satisfied hiss escaping her, “then I started touching you, like this.”
Like that night in Michigan, Annie moaned and gasped as Max worked fingers over her clit, Annie’s own trust contributing to the incredible feeling as she ground hard against Max’s hand.
“Please—Max.” Her voice was embarrassingly high-pitched, eyes slammed shut as she tried to prolong the inevitable, but it proved an impossible task as her orgasm began to build, threatening to take over, hips frantically gyrating against Max beneath her. “Please, more. More,” she begged.
“And then, when I had you on the edge,” Max panted in her ear, nails digging into Annie’s hip as she moved repeatedly against her.
“Just when I had you so, so, so close,” she continued, drawing out each and every word as she flicked repeatedly over Annie’s clit.
“I’d put my fingers in you, so I could feel you come around them.
” Her tone was mischievous as she slid two fingers deep inside Annie, who could barely take the added sensation.
“Fuck,” Annie let out through parted lips as Max moved her fingers with purpose, encouraging her through wave after wave of every feeling known to womankind.
“Fuck. Oh fuck, yes, oh my god—shit, I’m coming.
Oh god, I’m coming, don’t you dare fucking stop,” she chanted, body still bent over Max’s as she thrust into the palm of her hand where it rested against her thigh.
With one final long groan of pleasure, Annie stilled as her body drifted down from its high, relaxing into Max’s comforting embrace.
“You should stay the night,” Max whispered, pressing a tender kiss to Annie’s sweaty temple. “You can borrow my toothbrush and some pajamas, but you should stay. I’d have such a hard time watching you get up and leave after that,” she said, a gentle hand rubbing arcs over her back.
Annie propped herself up on her forearms, holding her weight above Max. “Staying the night was part of how I wanted to spend my birthday, and I think you’ll find that one way or another, I always get what I want.”