Chapter Five
Lucy
His lips are soft against mine. Gentle for a moment before turning rushed and heated. He intoxicates every part of me, body, mind and soul. With me still in his arms, he drops us down onto the blankets, leaning his back against the foot of the couch and leaving me straddling him.
Max’s lips leave mine as he continues to trail kisses down the side of my neck. Shit, I have never been this turned on before. Not that I have had a lot of experience. My body has a mind of its own as my hips start to grind against his hardness beneath me.
“Lou,” He growls in my ear, his hands tightening the hold on my hips.
He has never called me that before. No one has, and I think I like it.
He helps to guide me back and forth across his cock.
My panties are slick with wetness, which helps the movement even more.
Desperate for his mouth back on mine, I grasp his head between my hands and pull him back to me.
His hands begin exploring my body, trailing all over my curves through the fabric.
He must have had enough of the barrier between us as he takes my vest higher, leaning back to look into my eyes.
I drop my hands to his, helping him rid me of the fabric.
I feel his gaze burn into me as he takes in the sight of me topless. I never wear a bra around the house and wasn’t going to start today.
“Lucy.” He breathes out. “You are so beautiful.”
His hands lift to my breasts, kneading them with the perfect pressure. His thumbs flicking over my pebbled nipples, sending sparks of electricity all the way to my throbbing centre. Leaning forward, his mouth clamps down on one as he uses his hand on the other.
I throw my head back, arching myself into him more.
Enjoying every minute of what he is doing to me, and he has barely even started.
He peppers me with kisses as his lips travel to my other breast, making sure to give that one just as much attention as the first. I try to relieve some of the pressure from my core by grinding down on him some more, but I just can’t hit the spot.
“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He says with a cocky smile.
“Only for you,” I reply, my chest rising and falling in rhythm to his.
“Well, I need to make sure you’re satisfied.” He states, as he lays me down on my back. Towering over me with his forearms on either side of my face, he cages me in. “I want to be inside of you.”
I want this. I want it so bad it hurts. There is just one thing I need to tell him first. He must see the flicker of worry in my gaze as his features suddenly soften.
“Luce, we don’t have to do this. I know how fast this is, I don’t want you to feel rushed.” He says with the most caring tone, melting my heart at his words.
“No, it’s not that. I want this, I want you.” I tell him in earnest. “But, I do need to tell you something. I… I have never done this before.” There, I said it. I inwardly cringe at my confession.
“You have never had sex before?” He asks with an unreadable expression that makes me want to crawl into a ball and hide.
“No,” I speak in a small voice. “I never found the right person, because it’s you I have always wanted. It has always been you.”
“Oh, Sugar, you don’t know how much I needed to hear that. I love that I will be your first.” He tells me, as his palm caresses my face. “Are you sure you want to do this now? Because once I’m inside of you, I will never get enough. But if you say the word, we stop. I promise you.”
Reaching a hand to cup his face now, pulling him closer to me so I can whisper my next words in his ear.
“It’s you I have been waiting for. I want you, now.”
“Well, your first time isn’t going to be on the living room floor.” He chuckles as he pulls me up and leads me towards my bedroom.
It takes no time at all for us to strip down to our underwear and lie on the bed together. We’re not as rushed now as we lay down, lost in each other. It’s like we have both come back down to earth.
“I can’t believe we’re here,” I say, more to myself than him.
“Neither can I. You don’t understand how long I have wanted this for.” The truth in his words is undeniable.
“Me too,” I tell him, my eyes threatening to spill happy tears.
“Now…” he starts, as he crawls on top of me. “I need to make sure you’re ready for me.” His cocky smile returns as he lowers himself further down the bed.
His fingers run along the edge of my panties before he teasingly pulls them down my legs.
Cool air hits me, and even though I'm dying to slam my legs closed, I force myself not to shy away from him. Soon enough, I’m lay fully bare.
Thank God I decided to tidy up down there in the shower earlier, not like he hasn’t seen it all already.
His palms glide up my inner thighs, pushing them further apart.
The fire burning in his eyes is one of the hottest things I have ever seen. He makes me feel sexy, wanted.
“You’re glistening.” He says in awe as he glides his thumb from my entrance all the way to my clit. I buck off the bed in response, the nub more sensitive than it has ever been before. “And responsive.” He adds.
I watch him as he lowers his head towards me, and without warning, licks me in one thick sweep from back to front. The moan that leaves my throat is almost animalistic. Where the hell did that come from? I was so loud, I almost missed the groan that came from him.
He alternates between licks and kisses as he devours me. I’m going to cum embarrassingly fast at this rate, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m writhing beneath him. My legs clamping around him as I build higher and higher. How have I waited so long to experience this?
Max’s mouth moves away, encouraging a groan of disapproval out of me. He just smirks his cocky smile in return. He slips one finger inside of me, soon followed by another.
“I want you to be ready for me, Luce. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Trust me, you could never hurt me, Max,” I reply honestly.
“Just trust me, okay?” He asks. I nod slowly in return.
With one hand, he rubs his thumb over my clit whilst still pumping two fingers into me with the other. Our gazes stay connected the whole time as he adds another finger into me.
“Fuck, Lou. You’re so fucking tight.” He groans. His jaw tightens as he holds back his restraint.
I can feel my body easing around him, accepting the extra finger. I’m completely breathless at the intrusion. Wanting and needing more.
“Max, I need you. Please.”
“Cum for me first.” He demands back. I’m not used to this domineering side of him, and I fucking love it.
His mouth comes back down on me, the sensation feeling all too much. I’m so full with his fingers inside me and his warm mouth on me, I explode. My vision blurs as I scream his name for all to hear. He doesn’t stop, just slows down the pace leisurely as I ride out my orgasm on his hand.
“Fucking beautiful.” He whispers in awe before ridding himself of his own underwear.
Holy shit.
No wonder he wanted to warm me up first. That thing is fricking huge. My wide eyes clash with his, concern crossing his features.
“Lou, you can still say no. You know that, don’t you?” He asks.
“Oh, I want to. Trust me, I do. I just don’t know how that is going to fit inside of me.” I state.
He laughs, shaking his head. “It will, trust me.” He winks.
He grabs the condom from his wallet on the floor and makes quick work of sliding it on. He settles back between my legs, rubbing the tip up and down my slit. How can I still be this turned on? This man just oozes sex appeal.
At a steady pace, he pushes forward, entering me inch by inch.
The feeling is foreign, but not painful like I expected it.
He rocks into me, my body accepting him with each movement of his hips.
I wrap my legs around his waist, needing him deeper inside of me.
I needed to feel his bare skin against mine.
A lone tear escapes the corner of my eye. But it’s not a tear of sadness or pain. It’s contentment.
I finally have the man I have always wanted.