Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Jasmine lived in Decatur on the fourth floor of her building. As soon as she opened the door to her dark apartment, Maxwell pushed her against the wall and captured her mouth with his.
Their dancing had been nothing but foreplay, making her anticipate having sex with him, so his impatience was a turn-on.
Their kiss was wet and devouring, a passionate connection of lips, teeth, and tongues.
Consumed with the taste and smell of him, she caressed his bearded jaw and tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth.
Moaning softly into his mouth, she ground her hips in a desperate attempt to feel his hard length pressed tight against her core.
Maxwell sucked on her neck, his hands roaming her body, traveling over her hips and ass, gliding over the curve of her back until he reached the clasp behind her neck. He released it, and the top fell away, exposing her breasts—small but high and round.
“Exquisite,” he whispered.
He lowered his head and sucked on one caramel-tipped nipple, circling it with his tongue, stroking and teasing in a relentless loop.
His mouth was insistent and demanding. He tortured her with long, hard draws that made her sink her nails into his shoulders and toss her head back against the wall. It was almost too much.
She was breathless. Shaking. Dizzy with need, her fingers climbing into his soft, thick curls. She gasped as he undid her jeans and then dragged them down her thighs.
He lowered to his knees before her, and Jasmine held her breath.
Her skin tingled as he kissed a line down her stomach and pressed a kiss to the pulsing spot between her thighs.
Her mouth fell open, her body coming alive and aching for him.
Grabbing the back of his head, she thrust her hips forward and bowed her back into a taut, deep arch.
Maxwell removed all her clothes—her red halter top, her jeans, and her pink panties.
When she was completely naked, he took a moment to stand back and admire her body.
He murmured something under his breath and then he yanked his shirt over his head.
Locking eyes with her—his deep and slumberous and filled with desire—he kicked off his shoes.
He didn’t say a word, but she was mesmerized, trapped by the intensity of his stare.
Unhooking his belt, he pushed down his pants and underwear, and her eyes dropped to the prominent jut of his arousal, long and dark, nestled in tufts of dark hair at his pelvis.
He rolled a condom over his thick shaft, and she realized she had been so captivated by his gaze that she hadn’t noticed him remove the condom from his pants.
When he was sheathed in protection, he stepped closer in a menacingly sexy way.
Like a predator cornering prey. She barely had time to admire his physique.
Barely had time to notice that underneath the clothes was a man of beautiful proportions—muscular biceps, sculpted muscles in his thighs and on his hair-sprinkled torso.
Firm pecs. Everything about him screamed male and conveyed masculinity.
He lifted her against the wall, and Jasmine whimpered, clamping her arms around his neck. He looped one thigh over his arm and gripped the other. Then he pushed his hard flesh into her, a move that was sudden, forceful, and demanding.
Jasmine cried out. The sound she released was strange. Foreign to her ears. She didn’t sound like herself. Had she ever made a noise like that before? So loud she had a split second concern that her neighbors would hear.
Then he pumped his hips, and she lost the ability to think.
She was amazed at the strength he exerted to hold her in this position, his legs braced apart, slicing into her with fluid motions.
All she could do was match his rhythm, moving on autopilot as delicious sensations exploded through her body.
It was incredible. It was unbelievably good. It almost seemed unfair that she could have such unimaginable pleasure.
“Max… Max….” Her voice trembled as she chanted his name.
“Keep working those hips.” He sucked air between his teeth. “Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good.”
She bit into her bottom lip, overwhelmed by all the sensations. By the way his firm fingers gripped the softness of her thigh. By the slide of his hard body into the depths of hers. By the brush of his beard on her bare, smooth cheek.
“That’s it,” Maxwell growled. “Take this dick like a good girl. I own this pussy tonight. You know that, don’t you?”
Jasmine choked out a reply as she gripped his broad shoulders.
“Use your words,” Maxwell commanded, thrusting harder, taking her higher.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Yes, who?” His lips were at her neck. “Who’s fucking you good? Who’s making you scream?”
“M-Max.” She sobbed his name.
His breath brushed her ear. “Such a good girl.”
Her body broke apart. Tremors undulated under her skin, and she convulsed, thrusting, thrusting, striving toward relief. This time she didn’t care if the entire building heard her holler. She had no control over the way she reacted to the intensity of the orgasm that rushed through her loins.
Mere seconds later, Maxwell succumbed to ecstasy. His thrusts became more violent, more ferocious, more powerful. He dropped his head on her shoulder as he emptied into the condom, whispering a list of curses as his body quaked, quivered, and shook.
She had no idea how he managed to keep them from collapsing to the floor.
The hand on the wall holding up her thigh remained in place.
His other hand continued to support the leg wrapped around him.
She could hear his harsh breath pushing through his nose, matching the sound of her own heavy breathing.
After what seemed like an eternity, Maxwell lifted his head. He dragged his tongue along the curve of her jawline and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
Jasmine lowered her bare feet to the floor and led the way, with him close behind her, his hands on her hips.
“What’s that scent you’re wearing?” Maxwell asked, nuzzling her neck.
“It’s called cherries jubilee.” She leaned back against him and allowed his strength to provide support as they walked into her bedroom.
Jasmine turned on a lamp, and his eyes swept the interior.
“You have a lot of pillows.” He stared at the pile on the bed.
She shoved most of them to the floor. “Better?”
“Much.” He tilted his head, his dark eyes assessing. “I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I’m wearing you out tonight. You’re gonna need your rest.”
She let out an unsteady laugh, but he didn’t crack a smile. He was dead serious, and that made her blood pump hotter and faster in anticipation of the rest of the night.
The tips of her breasts still stung from the attention he had paid her nipples, yet she wanted more. She wanted everything he had to offer.
Jasmine had never known desire like this. She had never known need like this. It was all-consuming and made her heart race. It made her stomach fill with the rapid-fire flutter of butterfly wings.
Maxwell pushed her onto her stomach and teased the cleft of her bottom with the weight of his erection.
She moved restlessly on the sheet, arching her back and curling her fingers into the pillows.
Her sighs of pleasure filled the room from his thorough lovemaking.
He explored her with caresses and tantalizing tongue lashings.
The curve of her hip fell prey to the edge of his teeth, while her knees and calves bore the brunt of his kisses.
Rolling in the bed, they made love with the ease and familiarity of long-time lovers. Maxwell stroked her swollen sex until she shivered and begged, and she caressed his hard length, making him reach for her with urgency.
When their bodies joined together, she was on top, riding him with slow, sensual turns of her hips. As she neared the climax, he whispered words of encouragement. “Just like that. Almost there.”
The second orgasm came with waves of excruciating pleasure. It made her forget her own name and washed over her with an intensity that left her gasping and reeling until she collapsed onto his chest.
Maxwell flipped her onto her back and stretched her hands above her head. “You’re so damn pretty when you come.”
He drilled between her thighs, groaning in her ear until his own body exploded. Then his lips sought hers, and she kissed him deeply and demandingly, as if kissing him was what she had been put on this Earth to do.
Jasmine knew right then this night would live in her memory for a very long time to come.