20. Max
TWENTY
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All the tension we’d been pushing down over the last two months was coming to a head. Like a simmering volcano, I could feel the tremble of desire flowing through our bodies, ready to erupt. We’d had enough of dancing around the inevitable. Stella and I were combustible.
Taking a step back, I allowed myself a long look at the beautiful woman sitting in front of me.
She propped herself up on her hands angled behind her back, allowing me to look my fill.
She had removed her bra and her breasts hung heavy, begging to be touched, her dark nipples pebbled with desire.
I could see her breaths quicken as I traced my eyes over her lush curves.
Fuck, was she beautiful.
I wasn’t sure what Stella had looked like before having Charlie, but motherhood had given her a lush, soft look that I found myself completely obsessed with; her skin seemed to glow, her curves were the perfect place for my hands, and her breasts looked like the perfect large handful .
Society preached that women should look a certain way post baby.
If their bodies didn’t ‘bounce back’, they needed to eat better and hit the gym more often.
Looking down at this woman, who’d carried a whole ass human being inside her for nine months, filled me with such immense desire.
She exuded raw femininity, and I wanted to bow down and worship at her feet.
I hadn’t realized how long I’d been staring until Stella cleared her throat in trepidation.
She banded her arm across her chest again, attempting to cover herself.
I stepped in between her spread legs and eased her arm away.
I threaded my fingers through the soft strands of hair at the nape of her neck, tugging her head back until her eyes met mine.
I sensed the hitch in her breath and her eyelids flutter shut. A wild grin curled up one corner of my mouth as I witnessed her succumb to a flood of longing.
“Don’t hide from me.” I commanded as I ran my fingers deftly over a stretch mark on her hip. “Never fucking hide from me, Trouble.”
She shivered at the gentleness of my touch, accented by the rough tug of my hand in her hair, which spurred me on in my exploration.
I traced a single finger across the lushness of her belly and up to the side of one of her ample tits, watching as her nipples peaked in desire.
I circled one of her nipples slowly and lowered my head to blow a stream of warm breath across the bud.
Watching the way goose bumps rose on her skin and a gentle shiver coast through her, I smiled. I leaned my head down to graze my lips across her nipple, just enough to tease. I was going to make her work for this.
A small groan of frustration rolled through her throat as she shifted her hips forward, pressing her breasts up, urging me to take her into my mouth. I halted her movements with a hand on her hips.
“Such a greedy fucking girl,” I murmured against her skin. “Don’t rush me, Trouble.”
“Please, Max. I’m on fire,” she begged, leaning her head back to bare her throat to me as I slowly trailed my way up with wet kisses, placing soft nips along the way.
“Say it again,” I commanded deeply. “I love to hear you beg.”
She gripped the short strands of hair at the nape of my neck, pulling my head back to look me in the eyes.
With a wild, untamed look in her eyes, she licked her lips; the movement exuding a fierce, almost painful longing.
I could see the fire coursing through her eyes as she bit down on her plush bottom lip.
“Please.” she begged again, refusing to break eye contact with her statement.
My control snapped at her eagerness and I tilted her hips forward to shift her pants over them. She lifted her ass as I slid them down and kicked them to the side into our growing pile of clothes.
Spreading her legs, I ran a knuckle up the inside of her thigh, relishing in the heat emanating from her core. I teased the edge of her panties with a finger as I lowered myself to my knees.
“Trouble, you may be the one begging, but I’ll be the one on my knees.” I said reverently as I slid the soft cotton of her panties off her hips and down her legs. I shoved the discarded underwear into my pocket, a keepsake for later.
Kissing my way slowly up her legs, I draped her knees over my shoulders.
I gripped ahold of her thighs and scooted her to the very edge of the workbench, feeling her sharp intake of breath and her stomach caving as I coasted my lips across her pussy.
I used two fingers to spread her open as I flattened my tongue and ran it from bottom to top, pausing to tease the bundle of nerves at the apex.
Her hips bucked against my lips as I overwhelmed her senses by sucking and licking her most sensitive spot.
I alternated with quick flicks of my tongue and long laps along her seam as I brought her to the edge of orgasm.
I scissored my fingers inside of her, stretching her pussy in preparation for my cock.
Her grip on the back of my head was punishing, as I felt her walls contracting around my digits.
She tasted like honey on my tongue, and I groaned in ecstasy.
“You taste so fucking good, I can feel your tight little cunt squeezing me. Are you getting close, baby?” I whispered directly over her clit, letting the soft caress of my breath tickle her most sensitive spot.
“Fuck, Max.” she moaned reverently as I continued my ministrations.
I wanted her coming on my tongue so I could be flooded with the sweetness I’d been dreaming about for weeks. I felt her thighs begin to clench around my ears as she careened closer and closer to climax. Her breaths became quick and ragged as I shifted my focus to her clit.
“Yes.. YES. Just like that!” She moaned loudly, holding my head against her core. I banded my arms around her thighs as I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard.
She bowed off the counter with a loud moan.
I felt her pussy pulsating against my tongue as I drew out the remnants of her orgasm.
When her pants subsided and her breathing slowed, I lowered her legs from my shoulders and stood.
Stepping between her legs, I pulled her head back by her hair again, forcing her gaze to mine.
Her chest rose and fell with the aftershocks of pleasure, her eyes glued to mine.
I took my fingers, soaked in her release, and drew them into my mouth.
I greedily licked them clean as I committed the vision of her climaxing on my tongue to memory.
She licked her lips, hungry for more, as I slowly pulled my fingers from my mouth.
I took her lips in mine in a searing kiss, allowing her to taste herself. Catching her moan in my mouth, I tangled my tongue with hers. Breaking the kiss, I gripped the back of my shirt and in one fluid motion, removed it and tossed it aside with the bulk of her clothing.