Chapter 29
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
IRIS
Max is outliving any dream I ever could have had about him.
I mean, sure, in my fantasy he rocked my world, but until now, I didn’t realize it could feel like that. I swear my toes are still tingling.
I feel like I could pass out, that is how good I feel. My entire body is relaxed.
I’m not ready to sleep yet, though. There is a very hard cock behind those slacks that I am dying to see.
“Strip for me,” I demand.
He looks entranced by me. His eyes don’t leave me as he unbuttons his slacks before unzipping them and pulling them from his body. I’m disappointed to see boxer briefs underneath, but he quickly strips out of them as well, evidence that he enjoyed the dry humping from the couch as much as I did.
My mouth is salivating as I stare at it. He’s well endowed, not too much, but definitely not small. I know he is going to stretch me, and I cannot wait for the burn. I want to be filled by him.
“You can’t look at me like that, Iris, baby. You are going to make me come before I even touch you,” he groans.
“How am I looking at you?” I rasp.
“Like you want to devour me.” He reaches down, stroking his cock once.
“I do. I have imagined having you in every way there possibly is. In my pussy. Down my throat. From behind. I have had over ten years to imagine you in every scenario. You have been the star of my fantasies for a decade,” I tell him.
His breaths come faster. “Fuck, you have been in my spank bank for as long, if not longer. Do you remember that little yellow skirt you used to wear?”
I nod, wondering what ever happened to that skirt.
“I used to jack off in my office every time you would wear it. It was both a blessing and a curse when you ripped it.”
I tilt my head, looking up at him. “I ripped it?”
He nods. “Yep. I had to drive to the closest store to grab you a replacement. It wasn’t quite the right size, but it worked until you got home. I still have that skirt in the back of my closet.”
My eyes widen. “You don’t.”
He nods, leaving me to head into his closet. He comes back with a very familiar-looking skirt with a rip down the side.
“Why did you keep it?” I ask.
“Because even though I was in denial about my feelings for you, they were there. I hated myself for beating off to images of you, but I rationalized that as long as they stayed in my head, they were okay. This was something tangible that I could keep of yours until I could have you for real.”
I wave him closer. He drops the skirt and steps up to the bed.
“I’m here now. I told you I have imagined everything with you, so why don’t you show me something you imagined with me? Let me help you live out your fantasy.”
He swallows hard before he climbs on the bed. “I don’t have a condom. I haven’t slept with anyone in years.”
“I know. Neither have I. I’m on the pill. If you are comfortable going bare, so am I,” I tell him.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, leaning over me without putting his weight on me.
I spread my thighs, wrapping them around his hip until I pull him forward. I can feel his cock at the apex of my legs. He feels so hot. I want to feel that inside of me.
“I am beyond sure. Please, Max. Stop teasing me.”
“Never, but for tonight I can go easy on you,” he promises. “Hold tight, baby.”
He notches his cock at my entrance before he slowly presses inside of me. I was right that he is a stretch, but it isn’t unbearable. I’m so well lubed up by my own release that he slips inside with little resistance. Once he is fully inside, he looks down at me, his eyes glassy.
I feel my own emotions swell up inside of me. This really was inevitable. I can still remember the day I met him in that coffee shop. I thought he would think I was crazy.
Now, a decade later, he is inside of me, making me feel things I never thought were possible.
I am so in love with this man.
He must be feeling something similar because he leans down and gives me a slow, languid kiss. I melt into it, trying to convey my feelings to him the same way I feel he is trying to do with me. When he pulls back, I look up at him.
“I love you, Max,” I whisper.
“I love you too, baby. More than I thought possible. More than you will ever know,” he whispers back to me, kissing me once more.
He pulls out slowly, thrusting back inside. I keep my thighs around his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.
This is more than sex. This is all of our emotions wrapped up in one action. He is making love to me, and I love it.
He continues to slowly fuck me, my body warming with every thrust. I can feel my orgasm building. It feels different than before. My body is more keyed up. Almost as if this is going to be larger than the one I had in the living room. I didn’t think it was possible.
Yet when it hits, my eyes roll into the back of my head. My whole world goes black as I feel my body leave itself only to come back moments later. The pleasure floods my system, my head growing fuzzy as I can hear a loud cry around me.
I don’t know how long I am in this other land, but when I finally am able to blink my eyes and look up at Max, his face is in awe.
“That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”
“What?” I try to speak, but my throat is raw.
“You came undone. Your whole body reacted. Fuck, you milked my cock for all it’s worth. Your body kept squeezing me even after you passed out. I was starting to worry I hurt you, but then you opened your eyes, and fuck, they are downright blissful.” He strokes my face with his finger.
“It’s never been like that,” I rasp, attempting to clear my throat.
“Not for me either.” He kisses me. “Let’s get you cleaned up so we can rest.”
“Okay,” I say through a yawn.
He helps me stand, holding me steady when my legs are Jell-O.
After we both clean up, he helps me crawl into his bed. With my head on his chest, I fall fast asleep, this time not dreaming of a fake Max.
No, I have the real thing now.
MAX
Waking up with Iris in my arms is the best feeling in the world, besides hearing her tell me she loves me.
Last night, things got a little out of control. I meant to keep things light. I didn’t want to take things too far too fast.
I worry she might regret it. I wish we had taken our time.
Then again, she did say she had been waiting ten years. It was a long time coming for us both.
I lie still as she snores softly on my chest. My arm is fast asleep, but I don’t care. I would lie like this for eternity, dying of hunger and thirst before I disturbed her.
It takes another hour before her breathing changes. I can feel when she is finally awake. Her body tenses a moment before she relaxes against me.
“Good morning,” she whispers.
“Morning, baby.”
She kisses my chest. “I think I like you calling me baby.”
“Good, because you are mine, so I get to call you whatever I want,” I tell her.
“Mm-hmm. Does that mean you are mine and I get to do whatever I want to you?” she asks.
“Of course. Please don’t hurt me, though,” I tease.
“Never. I only want to bring you pleasure,” she whispers.
Then she does something I have imagined a million times in my head. Never did it feel as good as the real thing, though.
She kisses down my chest, licking and biting along the way. I want to stop her. To tell her it is all about her pleasure, but she asked me if she could do whatever she wanted to me, and I refuse to deny her.
I watch as she makes her way down my body until she is at my hard and ready cock. She doesn’t waste any time. She leans forward, licking the tip before she sucks it into her mouth.
“Fuck, Iris. Your mouth feels like heaven. The only thing better is that warm, wet pussy between your legs,” I groan.
She hums against me, trying to speak, but it only makes me see stars.
She is too good at this. She is going to make me come before I have a chance to even enjoy the sensation.
I don’t speak to her again. Instead, I try to stop myself from blowing my load too soon by reciting the latest budget reports. It is hard as hell with my girl hoovering my cock into her mouth, but I am able to hold off long enough for her to have her fun.
When she pulls off, looking up at me with those doe eyes, I know I am in trouble.
“One day, I will suck you dry,” she promises as she climbs up my body.
I don’t respond to her. My cock is jerking in the air, missing the feel of her mouth against me.
I don’t get to miss her for long, though. She straddles my hips as she slides her pussy down my length, engulfing me in the same heat that I just praised her for.
“Fuck,” I curse.
“Yes. I’m going to fuck you, Maxie baby.” She swivels her hips against me, grinding down on my cock.
I grunt, my cock reacting to the feeling.
“I’m going to make you come inside of me,” she moans out, repeating her action.
My hands fall to her hips, helping guide her motions.
She starts to rotate her hips faster, her motions becoming uncoordinated as she chases her own pleasure. Reaching down between us, I circle her clit with my thumb, watching as she starts to buck wildly against me.
It doesn’t take her long. She comes apart on top of me, her pussy clamping down on my cock like it’s the only thing keeping her tied to this earth.
My cock, the lovesick fool he is, gives her pussy what she seeks, spilling my release inside of her.
She collapses on top of me, both of us sweaty from the tryst. I run my hand through her hair as I try to catch my breath.
When she finally is able to breathe again, she slides off of me, wincing as she does.
I stand from the bed before turning and placing a kiss to her lips.
Then I go into my bathroom, filling the bathtub with warm water and bath salts.
Once it’s ready, I jump into the shower quickly to rinse off before I go back in the bedroom and find Iris sitting up in bed, her eyes on the bathroom door.
“Up you go,” I tell her, picking her up.
“What are you doing?” she asks, laughter in her voice.
“You are sore. I can’t have that. I plan to fuck you again soon. Probably all day actually, so we are going to go soak in a bath for a bit,” I tell her.
“What about work? Don’t we have a move to coordinate?” she asks.
“Fuck work,” I tell her, sinking into the bath with her in my arms before I settle her between my legs with her back to my front. “They’ve had all of our time for the past ten years. We can take a few of those mental health days you talked to me about.”
“I really thought you were improving the company. Not planning a whole-ass move.”
I smile against the back of her head. “I included your ideas in the package. Gym memberships, mental health days. All of it. The board agreed to a trial basis.”
She looks at me over her shoulder, love shining in her eyes. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. We want you and everyone who works for us to be happy. Can’t have someone being able to come steal anyone away.”
“Never. I never was going to leave,” she tells me.
It doesn’t matter about the job offer or the dating.
All that matters now is that she is mine. She is in my arms and doesn’t plan to leave anytime soon.
All the rest is just noise.
So I smile and tell her the truth. “I wouldn’t have let you get far. I would have followed you. I love you, Iris.”
She leans back against me. “I love you too, Max.”
Those words and this feeling are all that matters.
I am richer than I have ever been in my life, and it’s all because of her.