Chapter 23 Maya #2
He’s done being polite. He pulls me into his lap, straddling his impressive length. I instinctively grind down, my insides aching to feel him inside of me.
“Woah.” He grabs my hips. “Slow down.” His hand traces up my body to the side of my face. I lean into his gentle caress.
“What do you really want, cupcake? Besides the obvious.” He is being so sincere right now, unlike the man I’m used to dealing with.
I just might melt into him. “Kiss me,” I say with a shaky breath.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He pulls my head towards his and his lips press firmly against mine.
Our tongues swirl and massage against each other, each one fighting to gain control. It’s anything but gentle. Our breaths are ragged, and his hands roam all over my body, as we devour each other for several seconds.
Now cupping my face with one hand, he gently pulls away. “You don’t know how close I came to kissing you on the dancefloor.”
My dance with the devil, how could I forget? My tongue instinctively darts out to savor the remnants of him still haunting my lips. Everyone wants to dance with the devil until they get licked by the flames, but, maybe, damnation isn’t so bad when the sin tastes so sweet.
I’ve never been kissed like this before, with so much heat and passion. He could do literally anything he wanted with me right now and I’d let him. I’ve fantasized about him, touched myself while thinking about him, but this is far better than anything I could have ever imagined.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper into his mouth, and he kisses me again.
“Maya…” he pleads but I cut him off.
“What happened to cupcake? Not sweet enough for you anymore?” I tease.
“Believe me when I say I’ve been aching to see how sweet you are.” His fingers skate over the top of my sex. “Tell me to stop, or I might take it too far,” he breathes heavily into my neck.
I don’t want him to stop, I want him to take it too far, even if I have to suffer for it later. This might be my only opportunity with him.
“Oh god, Nick, please don’t stop.” I lean closer to him, pressing my chest into his, my hips trying to find a seat that leads to either his fingers or his cock being inside of me.
With one swift motion he lifts me out of the hot tub and sits me on the ledge.
I have to catch myself from falling as he throws my legs over his shoulders and buries his face between my legs.
There are no soft kisses to the thighs, no teasing with his fingers, as he absolutely devours me with his tongue.
Oh. My. God. I lean back farther, giving him plenty of room. My head falls back and my muscles go weak. His tongue is not just an expert with words, it’s an expert in pleasure—which builds at a rapid pace. I’ve never had a man make me orgasm, if he keeps it up, he will be the first.
“Look at me,” he growls, the devil inside him coming alive and tormenting me with each stroke of his tongue.
He adds a finger. “So tight. I’m going to have to stretch this pretty little pussy out.
” He adds another finger, moving them in a ‘come here’ motion and I almost come apart. My breath quickens, I’m so close.
“So sweet, just like I knew you would be. Let go, cupcake, come for me.” His mouth sucks down hard on my clit.
His words alone were enough to tip me over the edge, but now, I’m shaking and spiraling out of control. I squirm and try to push him away, but he keeps assaulting my sensitive bud. I buck my hips in response.
“That’s my good girl, ride those aftershock waves out all over my face,” he calls from between my legs.
I grind against his face that’s still buried so deep between my legs I’m not even sure if he can breathe. When I’ve finally settled down, I let him ease me back down, the hot water stinging my sensitive skin.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” He gently pulls my face to his.
My head swirls and I feel slightly dizzy. Not from the hot tub, not from the margarita, but from the fucking god in front of me.
“That was amazing.” It was the greatest experience of my adult life if I’m being completely honest.
He kisses me softly letting me taste myself on his tongue. “See how good you taste?”
It’s such an erotic experience.
“Now I want to see how you taste.” I reach down and grab for him, but he stops me.
“Not tonight, cupcake. As much as I would like nothing more than to feel your soft lips and tongue around me, this was all about you.” He kisses the side of my neck.
I can’t help the sinking feeling I get. My body tenses and I fight to keep from holding my breath.
“Don’t do that.” This man reads me like a damn book.
“Do what?”
“Look so disappointed. I don’t, and won’t, ever regret what just happened. But on the chance you might, I am not going to let things get carried away.” He plants a soft kiss on my lips.
I pull away. “I need some distance.” I’m slightly embarrassed that he turned me down.
“Are you ok?” He looks genuinely concerned.
Yes, but I don’t want to tell him that I can’t stay here because I’m worried I’ll have to see his regret unfold, if he has any. “I am. I need space to process not to fall apart. I promise.”
“Alright, but if you start having conflicting thoughts, I want you to discuss it with me.” He pulls my hand to his mouth and gives it a tender kiss.
I stand to climb out of the hot tub, his hungry eyes scanning the length of my naked body, but he doesn’t move. “Dream about me when you go to sleep,” I tell him.
“I’m going to dream about you before I go to sleep, cupcake. You can count on that.” He gives me a wink. I have to get out of here. My brain short circuits when he looks at me like that.
The low lighting, alcohol, and steamy air, combined with my post-orgasm euphoria would make it easy to beg him to fuck me, but that’s not who I am.
I will never beg for a man’s attention or affection.