Thirty-Four
Max
She looked like a dream, like a movie star, the most beautiful girl in the world in the most stunning gown I'd ever seen, all mouthwatering cleavage and a split up the thigh that made me want to lick every fucking inch of her.
There wasn't a strong enough word in the English language to describe what seeing her after all this time did to me.
But I felt it in my soul.
If she turned me down now, I'd be crushed, absolutely demolished.
Even though I'd planned for this moment, thought about it practically every second of every day, I was struck speechless at the sight of her.
And yes, it was her sheer beauty. But it was more than that.
It was the connection between us that couldn't be denied, this heart-to-heart, soul-to-soul pull, magnetic and powerful.
"Do you feel that?" I asked, my voice coming out all gravelly.
She nodded, her eyes watery, and rushed forward, jumping up and leaping into my arms.
Shock. That was one word to describe this moment.
I easily caught her, and then her mouth descended on mine, shocking me even more, kissing me like her life depended on it, all raw passion and urgency, stunning me with her reaction.
I'd barely spoken to her, hadn't even had a chance to give my little speech that I'd spent weeks preparing and rehearsing. But none of that mattered. Because she was in my arms right now , this woman I'd spent hours dreaming about, days longing for, weeks aching with need.
Kissing her back, I was drunk on her, the sweet taste of her, the needy little sounds she made. Her arms wound around my neck, her legs clinging to either side of my hips as my hands supported her, my fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs.
This was heaven.
She rubbed her body up against me at the same time deepening our kiss, touching her tongue to mine, drawing a groan from me, a groan of pure animalistic desires. God, I wanted her. I wanted to possess her... body, heart, and soul.
Her soft breasts pushed into my hard chest, and her sweet fucking pussy began grinding against me in all the right places. Desperate need spiraled through me like a tornado, my cock stiffening at record speed.
She pulled away and jumped down, the loss of her touch something tangible. What was this woman doing to me?
But the next second, a sly smile took over her face and she grabbed my hand, heading for the balcony doors. The last thing on earth I wanted to do was sport this stiffie in a ballroom full of people, making meaningless chitchat when all I could think about was her .
"Babe. No. I can't," I said.
Looking down, she immediately understood my problem. "Just come with me."
Amazingly strong for someone so snack-sized, she did her best to pull me along, and eventually I relented, following her inside. Blocking me and my gigantic erection, she led me along the back wall, hopefully well out of view of everyone, and she rushed me out the main door into a dimly lit corridor.
We walked along it for a bit, Annalise opening a door like she knew this place.
"Where are we going?" I ventured to ask.
"Right in here if I remember correctly."
She pushed open another door to reveal a dark conference room, slammed the door shut behind us, and then shoved me against a wall. Or tried to anyway.
"I can't make it home," she said. "I need you now ."
Whoa. My dick did a little dance of joy. Were we about to— "Wait. In here? Are you sure? How did you even know about this room?"
"I had a meeting in here once. A really boring meeting." Her lips met my neck.
"Hmm? What?" I asked, not remembering what the hell we were even talking about.
"A meeting," she grumbled, nipping me then following it with a kiss.
Holy shit. This woman. Had my plan actually worked? Or was this a one-time thing and then we'd be back to square one?
I wanted to stop her, should stop her, the need to know greater than the need for her body. But then, she reached for my belt, and all rational thoughts fled my brain, my dick in charge now. If Annalise wanted me, then she could fucking have me. To hell with the consequences. I'd deal with that later.
Taking charge, I lifted her, crushing her to me, then carried her to the conference room table, which was tall, good thing because I planned on fucking her right here. Her legs went around me, the slit I'd admired in her dress a practical addition, the long skirt flowing down.
She made a stunning image, her chest heaving, her lips bruised with our kisses, her eyes looking straight into my soul with want and need.
I brushed my knuckles against her cheek, memorizing this moment to look back on forever. "You're beautiful."
Her slender throat worked as she swallowed. "I missed you."
God, those three words broke something inside me... that she would finally admit that to me. I kissed her then, passion surging through my veins like an inferno.
She fumbled with my belt, practically tearing at my pants, my cock aching to be free of any constraints, aching for her touch.
While she attempted to undress me, I did the same to her, pushing the top of her dress down to reveal the most beautiful breasts in the world, her nipples instantly hardening in the cool air, my mouth practically salivating at the sight before me.
"So fucking hot," I managed to say before leaning down to devour a pebbled peak. Alliteration. Somewhere in the back of my head, that thought broke through, and I tried to bookmark it to tell her later.
But right now, I was too busy sucking, nipping, tonguing her nipple like I was a starving man and she was my homecoming feast. One hand found her breast, while the other plunged into her hair. My mouth ravished her cleavage before I made a path up her neck, finding that sensitive spot below her ear then sucking on her delicate earlobe.
She made a whimpering sound, pushing her body against me, her hands finally finding success with my zipper. My pants suddenly fell around my ankles, and next thing I knew, my boxers joined them.
Her hand found me then, circling my hard-as-stone cock, and a rough groan escaped me. How many times had I dreamed of this moment? How many days had I woken up with morning wood, dying for her touch?
With her thumb, she rubbed the precum down my length, slowly, sensually, driving me wild with her tight grip.
"I want this ..." she whispered. "...inside me."
Oh, fuck .
"Bare," she added.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck .
"Bare?" I asked, barely able to speak.
"Bare. I'm on birth control. And it's been forever since I last had sex."
Good. I hated the thought of her with anyone else. "Same. I've never been without a condom."
Her face lit up with a smile. "I'll be your first then."
First of many, many, many times if I had anything to say about it. I wanted it all with this woman. I leaned down to kiss her, pulling her body tight to me, the center of her panties rubbing against my dick. I could feel the wetness between us, either from her or me, I had no idea. But her underwear needed to go.
I sucked her lower lip into my mouth, then bit down lightly, the move making her moan. Slanting her mouth, she gave me back everything I gave her and more, the passion building to impossible heights.
She suddenly ended the kiss, pulling back to grasp my cheeks in her hands, staring straight into my eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"I'm sorry too." I had no idea what specifically we were both apologizing for, but I'd say anything at the moment to get back to what we were doing.
"You were right."
That broke through my primitive brain. "I was right? About what?"
She turned my head one way and kissed my cheek. "One, I deserved to be fired." She repeated the motion in the opposite direction, placing those soft, pillowy lips on my other cheek. "And two, it was the push I needed to move forward."
"It was?"
"Yes, it was. Well, it will be," she amended. "I'm going to start my own publishing company."
"You are?" My dumb ass could only repeat what she'd just said apparently.
"I am. I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time about it."
With the little bit of brain power I had left, I managed to follow the conversation. Barely. "And I'm sorry I did it," I said, truly meaning it. "I... I should have discussed it with you, not just sprung it on you like that."
"But I needed that." She gave me a quick peck on the lips. "It was the only way to do it. It just took me a while to figure it all out and come to terms with it. I'm stubborn like that. One of my many faults."
"I love that, though. Just like I lo—" I stopped myself short of saying it. Thank fuck. It was way too soon. I'd literally just maybe won her back, and now was not the time.
She smiled at me, a mysterious smile, and I wondered if she could see right through me and knew what I'd been about to say.
"Fuck me, Max."
Okay, then. Wow. Straight to the point. I liked it.
I kissed the fuck out of her, my mind blown that this was really going to happen now. Moving my mouth down her body, she leaned back, giving me full access. I reached up the flowy skirt of her dress and found her underwear, yanking them off as she giggled.
"Don't you dare rip them. They're my favorite."
"You wore your favorite tonight?"
"Of course. I was kind of hoping I'd run into you."
This night kept getting better and better. I knelt down, unable to resist the sight in front of me, pulling her body toward me for greater access. She had said to fuck her, and hell yeah, I couldn't wait to do that, but I was going to take my sweet time getting there.
Leaning back on her elbows, she watched me with sexy bedroom eyes, her breathing heavy, as was mine. This moment was pure magic, the coming back together, the heightening of senses and heady anticipation of what was to come, now and later.
I lowered my head to her pussy, kissing her there, reveling in the taste of her, the memory of her not even close to capturing how amazing she felt against my mouth.
"You're so fucking perfect," I whispered in awe.
Spreading her legs wide open, I continued with soft kisses, turning to her inner thighs, then working my way back to her center. I licked her from back to front, then plunged my tongue into her opening, reveling in the way her body bucked and her thighs squeezed my head.
"Oh, sorry," she said, her legs relaxing. "I didn't mean to strangle you."
I chuckled against her. "I'd die a very happy man."
She laughed, then let her head fall back as I mimicked with my tongue what my dick would soon do, probing as deep as I could.
"Ohhh," she moaned.
I found my way to her clit, swollen and begging for attention. With slow, deliberate circles of my tongue, I kept an eye on her, trying to read her body language, the way her back was arched, her breasts thrust into the air above her bodice or corset or whatever that thing was called.
She made whimpering noises, and I turned up my game, speeding up the movements of my tongue, switching to a flicking motion. I pushed a finger inside her, curling it upwards, looking for the sweet spot.
I added my middle finger, stretching her, hoping to prepare her for the size of me, something that had been an issue in the past. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her in any way.
Stroking her again and again with my tongue, I noticed her breathing picking up even more, and I finger fucked her even harder, urging her on with my mouth, with everything I had in me.
"Max," she said on an exhale. "Max..."
Her pussy suddenly contracted around my fingers as she cried out, her release gushing against my mouth, making me almost see stars. It took everything I had not to lose it myself. I had to—absolutely had to—save it for the final act because I was desperate to be inside her.
The thought of coming inside her... Oh, God. I had to think of something else.
It was impossible though with the stunning sight splayed out before me. Not helping . The dress made everything more surreal, like a stunning backdrop for this erotic moment, framing her, framing the curves of her beautiful body.
She no longer leaned on her elbows, instead lying flat on the table, her legs twining behind my back and bringing me closer. Once her body stopped quivering, she looked me dead in the eyes.
"Please," she breathed.
I couldn't wait any longer, my cock straining for her heat. Pushing my hips forward, I made contact with her wet pussy, nudging her entrance with my tip.
"God, that feels so good," I said.
"More."
This woman. I loved her so damn much.
She wanted more, and I'd give it to her. But slowly. Inch by inch to see if she could take me.
I moved forward a bit, reveling in her slickness, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the fucking incredible sensation. It was agonizing when all I wanted to do was slam into her. But it was also pure ecstasy.
The warmth of her, how wet she was, how damn tight ... she was perfect, like she was made for me.
"Keep going," she ordered, bossy as all get-out. "I'm not going to break."
Biting back a laugh, I did as she said, plunging into her and making her gasp.
"Oh, my God, baby," I groaned, every nerve ending in my dick electrified. "Does it hurt?"
"No."
I gave one final push, finally in all the way, and I decided I never wanted to leave this spot. I'd just stand here forever. They could make a fucking statue out of me, out of us, an eternal monument to this epic moment.
As I watched her, trying to gauge her, she bit her lip and smiled at me, looking like a goddess.
"You're so pretty with my cock inside you," I said, my voice raspy.
Leaning over her, I kissed her passionately on the mouth, making a trail down her neck and the valley of her cleavage. I began to thrust, slowly and deliberately at first, standing up straight to watch my cock drive in and out of her perfect pussy.
Touching her everywhere, I couldn't get enough of her, ending up with my palms on her legs. I drew her upwards, her ankles naturally resting on my shoulders. I kissed her smooth calf, then turned my head to the other, licking, then nipping the soft flesh, before kissing her again.
Our eyes met once more, pure love and lust passing between us, an unspoken bond that required no words, and I realized I'd never in my life been so connected to someone. This was it. She was the one.
She reached for my hands, and that connection grew even stronger, miraculously, as she held onto me. There was something sweet, something almost vulnerable about it. And the words slipped out of me.
"I love you."
I didn't care anymore if it was too soon. It needed to be said.
Her smile was radiant. "I love you too."
My heart exploded, those three little words having a huge, life-changing impact, this moment something I'd carry with me forever.
She kissed the back of my hands then placed them on her breasts, covering my hands with hers. It was both emotional and fucking hot, and I plied her breasts with all the pent-up passion inside me.
Guiding one hand lower, she led me between her legs where, together, we rubbed our fingers against her clit. Hot. So damn hot. My God.
I thrust into her deeply, moving faster now, everything building, the heat in the room rising, the explosion between us imminent.
Her breasts bounced with my every thrust, and I couldn't take my eyes off her even if I wanted to. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the dimly lit space, the city's lights coming in from several windows on the far side of the room.
One of my hands lifted her hips, taking me deeper inside her, and fuck, she could handle me. All of me. And the feeling was indescribable.
I worked her clit with my other hand, finding that back and forth rhythm that she seemed to like. Hanging on by a thread, I waited for her, every cell straining, my balls aching for release. To come at the same time was the ultimate dream, and I was determined to hold out for it.
My movements, my thrusts, started to get sloppy, and I knew I was so close. Too close.
Just when I thought I might not make it, she threw her head back and closed her eyes, a sexy moan escaping her lips, her body tightening up.
"Open your eyes," I said. "Look at me while you come on my cock."
She did so, and our orgasms ripped through us at the same time, the eye contact crazy intimate as we surrendered ourselves to each other. My cock spurted cum deep inside her while I finally let go, spilling myself completely, her walls pulsing around me, intensifying the pleasure.
The sensation of being bare was unreal, more so with the woman I'd fallen for who'd totally captured my heart.
For a long moment, I lost all sense of where we were, the only tangible thing this connection between us. That was all I knew.
We both caught our breath, still maintaining that eye contact, her pussy occasionally fluttering around me, aftershocks I supposed.
She looked at me closely, a line forming between her brows, like she had something to say. "Did you mean it?" she asked.
"Mean what?"
There was a long pause as I wondered what on earth was on her mind, and then she finally spit it out. "Do you really love me?"