Chapter 30
Max
She is so fucking beautiful.
This is the only thought strumming through my mind as I look down at Annalise standing before me at the foot of my bed. It’s only recently occurred to me for how long I’ve wanted her.
As I cup her face in my hands, bringing our bodies flush against one another, I know the wait was worth it. Looking into her gaze, seeing the emotions swirling in her eyes—emotions I’m certain she’s not even aware of—all I want to do is kiss away the doubts that darken its shine.
Some of them have to do with the lingering questions about whether she hurt my feelings earlier at the racetrack. I don’t know much about OCD, but from the moment she opened up to me about what was happening in her head, I wanted to take away the torment I witnessed in her eyes.
From what I saw tonight, it goes beyond a few extra handwashes but also helps me understand more about her.
“Annalise,” I say above a whisper.
“Hmm?”
“You’re staying with me tonight. In my bed,” I add. “There’s not a chance in hell I’m letting you get up and walk away from me to go back to your flat.”
Right now I don’t give a shit that her entire family is in town. Or that her little sister is staying with her and probably well aware that Annalise is seeing someone.
She pauses, biting her bottom lip, evidently thinking over my comment. I don’t give her time to come to whatever conclusion her mind struggles to get to. After pulling her face to mine, I work my hardest to silence every thought inside of her head besides this very moment.
I kiss her so deeply and with such urgency that it unsettles my breathing. Still, it isn’t enough. A fire erupts the moment our lips touch. Our clothes become a barrier I can no longer tolerate.
With very little fanfare, I strip Annalise of her sleeveless top, belt, and jeans, kissing my way down her shoulder, arms, chest, midsection, and thighs as I go. The little mewling sounds that escape her throat are fuel to the flame growing in the middle of my stomach.
My breath hitches the moment I observe the black lace panties beneath her jeans. I fall to my knees before her, staring at the triangle of lace covering her mound.
“You wore these for me, didn’t you?” Looking up at her, I run my finger along the inner seam of the lace.
Her entire body shivers. “No.”
She gasps when I reach around and smack her arse cheek.
“Lying will get you into trouble, princess.”
“I wore them for me,” she says, bringing her hands to my shoulders.
I nod, accepting that answer.
“And these,” I pause and tug at the panties, “are now for me.”
Another gasp from my princess as I tear away the fabric that separates me from my goal. A small growl from her makes me chuckle while I hoist one leg over my shoulder.
I use my thumb and forefinger to open up her pink lips. She’s already wet, waiting for me.
“Oh my …” Annalise breathes out, her hands tightening around my shoulders as I close my mouth around her lips.
Her taste reminds me of the time I stole a handful of brigadeiros from my grandmother’s kitchen. As the chocolate melted between my fingers, I licked the gooey sweetness away.
The slit between Annalise’s thighs is sweeter than that memory.
The moans emanating from her are more savory than any chocolate I could get my hands on. I want more. I lap her up, demanding her body to open up for me, to release on my tongue.
And she does. Coming all over my mouth.
“Shit,” she says breathlessly as I rise to my feet.
I barely have time to catch her before she throws her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into her for a kiss, tasting herself on my lips.
Somehow, we stumble toward the bed, her lithe body beneath mine. Growling, I bury my face into the crook of her neck the instant she wraps her legs around me. While I rid myself of my shirt, Annalise’s hands are busy undoing my jeans and working their way into my boxers.
My breathing ceases when she wraps a hand around my cock.
“You’re huge,” she breathes out.
I pull back to see her staring at me wide-eyed.
“This ego is well earned.” I grunt when she tightens her hold around my shaft.
“I hope you’re as good with this thing as you are with your tongue.”
“Even better, princess.” I kiss her again because her mouth is like my own personal siren call.
Annalise runs her thumb along the tip of my cock, and I want nothing more than to fill her with me all of the way to the hilt.
But I force myself to calm down. Even as I strip completely naked and roll the condom over my cock, I remind myself to go slow with her.
Aside from not wanting to hurt her, I want to take my time.
When I make contact with her entrance, Annalise raises her hips, her body ready for my intrusion. I give what we both want, breaching her with the first few inches of my shaft. The hitch of air that pushes through her lips has me tightening my hands around her thighs and willing myself to go slow.
I stop to allow her to grow accustomed to having me inside of her.
The strain it takes is worse than those final seconds before a race when my heart is pounding in my ears, sweat has already begun to gather on my forehead, and my knuckles are white with how tightly I grip the steering wheel, yet I have to wait until the light changes to press on the pedal.
This isn’t a race and I’m not aiming to complete the goal as quickly as possible. This I want to savor.
“More,” Annalise says, panting.
“I’m waiting for—”
“More,” she insists through clenched teeth.
“Say please.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
“I think you heard me, princess. Do you want my cock?” I punctuate the question with a little jerk of my hips. She moans, but when she tries to lift her hips to impale herself on me, I move my hands to her hips, stopping her.
“Say please.”
“Fuck off,” she grunts, still struggling against my hips.
“Such vile language coming from such a beautiful mouth. Didn’t your dead writers teach you better than that?”
Annalise raises up, throwing an arm around my neck, pulling me to her mouth. “Shut up and fuck me right now before I—”
I don’t let her finish what I presume was going to be a threat before I smother her with a kiss and push all of the way inside of the tightest, warmest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.
She groans into my mouth. Or perhaps it was me into hers.
Either way, our sounds fill my bedroom and likely my entire flat.
When I bury myself as deeply as I can inside of her, she takes all of me, calling my name and panting with me the entire way.
I’ve won races I should’ve lost.
Beaten competitors my detractors said I had no shot against.
I know what it’s like to be the son of the greatest in my sport.
But there is no feeling, nothing like being inside of the one woman I’ve wanted for years, longer than I even knew. This isn’t a fantasy, either.
The softness of her skin, the sweet edge in her voice when she calls my name, the painfully sweet way her pussy muscles grip my shaft when I thrust in and out of her is more real than anything I’ve experienced before.
“How the fuck do you feel so good?” I murmur against the skin of her neck.
Annalise’s response is a groan as she throws her head back against the bed. She’s so damn close and I’ll be damned if I don’t get to watch her come again.
I move my thumb to her clit, circling it, inviting her body to release around me this time, to milk me for everything I have.
She responds just like she was made for me.
With eyes squeezed tightly, mouth open, skin stained red and glistening with a sheen of sweat, Annalise comes in my arms.
I kiss down her neck and chest, gripping her ass, and thrusting inside of her, allowing myself to be used to get her off.
Soon, her gripping muscles become too much for me to hold out any longer. I blast off inside of the condom.
For the first time since I had my first sexual encounter at fifteen, I wonder what it would feel like for there to be no barrier between us.
When my orgasm finally releases me from its hold, I slowly lift my head from Annalise’s neck, breathing heavily and staring down at her, watching her. I observe her kiss-swollen lips, the marks I’ve left behind on her neck and shoulders, and the curious gleam in her eyes.
“You’re dangerous.” Her voice is hoarse, which makes my dick twitch.
“And you,” I steal a kiss, “are mine.”