Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Natalie
I had no idea why my unbearable excitement one minute turned to nerves, jittery, wild, hiccup-you’re-so-nervous nerves.
Suddenly aware of the bed, and him, my delirious expectation of him settled in my gut and bounced like a wild-ass frog on crack lived there.
His eyes ravaged me and I shuddered. We stared at each other like we were waiting for something, like we were gunslingers at the OK Corral waiting for the other to make the first move.
Patience wasn’t in me, but I was frozen, incapable of making the leap now that I’d finally reached the precipice.
He knew I had nerves. I could see it in his eyes, the way concern and caring started to take over, erasing some of the predator—but not all.
Thank God. I hoped and prayed—though I was not a prayer by any means—that he wouldn’t back down, that he would banish my nerves.
There was no doubt he knew how, that he would calm me and thrill me, make me forget everything—my own name, even—everything but him. The way he could make me feel . . .
Shuddering again, this time for all the right reasons, aroused by the memory of my multiple orgasms this afternoon at his hands, I watched the recognition in his eyes, his face.
He smiled. And that made all the difference, melted whatever psychotic crisis had frozen me, and I fell back onto the bed behind me, reaching my arms out to him as he came forward.
“What you do to me,” he murmured into my mouth as he fell above me, hovering, holding himself up with one hand.
“You’re so strong,” I said, stupidly. I shouldn’t speak every thought. “Should I?”
“Should you what?” he asked, not minding that I didn’t make sense as he sprinkled kisses all over my face and I breathed deep to take in his essence, the tantalizing maleness of him, foreign and exciting and hard.
“So hard,” I said.
He laughed at me, because what else could he do? I was delirious with excitement, fevered with anticipation.
“And you’re so soft, and hot, and wet. You’re driving me crazy.” He said the words as he somehow found a way past my petticoats and his hands, those sure magical hands, found my center. He touched me, making me moan in earnest.
“Let’s get you out of this pretty dress, Red. I want to see you naked and touch every inch of you with my mouth.”
I immediately tried reaching for my zipper, but he laughed at me again and turned me over in an impressively quick move, then unzipped me down the back and stripped my dress away.
“No bra. And—”
He stopped as the dress and all its layers of material came away from me, leaving me naked.
He sucked in a breath and his hands caressed my back, moving down my rib cage and to my rear where they stopped and took their time, measuring, kneading, feathering until I moaned again and writhed, lifting my hips, wanting more of him, so much more.
“You are unbelievable.” He breathed the words, his mouth lowered to my ear. “I’m going to undress—”
I turned over to face him. No way was I going to miss that show. As I did, I came fully out of my dress, naked the way he wanted me. As he was removing his tie, he stopped mid-motion and stared.
“You’re breathtaking,”
I sat up. He moved off the bed and stood, pulling the tie from his neck and tossing it. Moving his hands quickly and deftly, he watched me watching him.
“You’re a natural redhead.” His eyes roved over me and I reveled in the attention, posing for him with one leg bent showing a peek at my pussy but keeping it mysterious, and my chest thrust forward.
He dropped his pants then pulled his shirt over his head.
Even standing there in his T-shirt and boxers he made my heart pound like a sledgehammer.
Muscles bulged everywhere and his cock strained the material of his shorts, pushing to get out, aiming at me.
And I wanted it so, so much. I might have been staring.
“We should have music, or at least a drum roll, but here goes.” Then he ripped the T-shirt over his head, flung it somewhere out of sight, and I could swear I drooled on the spot at the mass of rippling bulges.
He hadn’t gotten to the main show and I was panting with need, my center throbbing.
He paused a beat and then turned around.
I screamed, “No!” He laughed and slid out of his shorts, then spun back around and put on a show, bulging out his arm and shoulder muscles, thrusting his hips forward with his cock stiff and upright and oh so impressive.
I put my hands to my face and shook my head, dizzy with want.
“Oh, my, my you are so, so gifted, so well blessed.” I reached out for him and he came forward, climbing onto the bed, pushing me back so that he was above me.
But his cock was in reach and I put my hand on it, wrapped my fingers around it and wanted to weep and moan at how unbelievably good it felt as it twitched in my hands, the silky hard length, hot and compelling.
“Red.” He ground out his term of endearment for me. “Don’t get carried away. I have other plans for my cock tonight.”
“I have some plans myself,” I told him. My mouth was salivating at the prospect of getting the magnificent length of him inside me.
He bent his head and kissed me, long and slow and thorough as I held onto him, as he lowered himself, moving one hand down the length of my body and up again, stopping at my breast and holding it.
When he circled my nipple and then flicked it with his thumb, back and forth, I arched up automatically, clutched his shoulder and plunged my free hand into his hair.
I moaned and writhed with pleasure and need swirling together in an endless circle.
The soft nibble on my lips while he teased my nipples shot lasers of awareness through my gut straight to my pussy, straight to the ache and throb between my legs as I moved my hips, wanting and needing more.
“You’re so greedy.” He moved his lips from my mouth to my jaw, then my neck and to the sensitive hollow where it met my shoulder, I shuddered, my eyes fluttered, his hair brushed against my collarbone and my chest as he moved his mouth down to join his fingers at my nipple.
I knew what was coming, anticipated the excitement, but when it came it was like an explosion of sensation I’d never experienced.
My hand clamped tight around his cock and, in spite of his warning, I needed to move it and explore the length of him, feel his heavy tight balls.
In response, he bit down on my nipple in warning and I yelped as a sensation like an opening zipper ran down my ribcage, down to my belly and all the way to my pussy where it pooled and churned.
I felt like a volcano building to something, some catastrophic explosion of nerves.
Going from one nipple to the other, Max moved over me, gently removing my hand from him, murmuring his warning, insisting we had plenty of time for that.
Who was I to argue, besides the fact that I was the victim of his exquisite torture?
“You’re flushed and sumptuous and gloriously ready.” His whisper as he hovered above me would have made me weep with joy, but he was right. And he hadn’t even touched my needy, salivating pussy.
“How so you know I’m ready? Maybe you should—”
He half growled, half chuckled. “I know.” Then he trailed his face down my body in a smooth dizzying move. The sensual moist heat of his lips made me shiver and arch up to him. I was out of my mind, instinct and crazed urgency driving me.
Oh my God oh my God, he’s going to eat me out.
My fingers clutched at his dense shoulders, biting in and shaky as he spread my legs wide then reached under my knees and lifted them over those shoulders.
My hands moved to his hair, weaving through the thick waves that I adored, my eyes squeezing shut and his name whimpering from my lips in worship as his hot tongue penetrated my swelling wet folds and swept my sizzling pussy from top to bottom.
I cried out and I felt his smile as he licked, sucking up all the juices as they flowed while a spiral tightened inside me, winding to a knot that centered between my thighs.
My entire body worked, writhing and arching and clutching as the pulsing rose and then he found that most sensitive nub and circled with his tongue, the flicked.
“Max, please . . .” I begged for more. I could hardly breathe with the intensity heightening to that unbearable point at the cusp between pleasure and pain, the dizzying sensation of his tongue flicking hard and fast over my clit.
I opened my mouth, wanted to scream that I was coming, but my speech was lost and in the next moment, he sucked my swollen clit into his mouth and the world spun so fast it became a blur.
Everything in me seized up in time and space and feeling, suspended in the act of exploding, blinding and all encompassing.
Then I landed, bucking as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss tore through me like a tsunami.
He continued to lick, taking in the pools of pleasure coming from me.
“Max—Max—” I almost cried his name, tugged at his hair, wanting him, wanting to hold him. Lifting himself, he raised his head and gazed at me, eyes dark and glassy and appreciative.
“You look like the goddess of love and everything that is sexy and sensual in this world,” he said. Then he moved up and wrapped me in his arms and I wrapped around him, feeling his hard, throbbing cock nestled between my legs.
“Max, you are spectacular. I want you inside me so bad.” I lifted my hips against him as he stroked my hair from my face, looking down at me, brushing some sweat soaked strands from my cheek and chin.
“You’re the spectacular one, Natalie, my redheaded goddess. That’s how I’ll think of you now.”
I grinned, feeling goofy and giddy, and I clenched my legs around him tighter. “What about it, big boy? Does my goddess status get my wishes granted?”