Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Natalie
“Does this mean you’re not going to take advantage of me?” I said when he took my glass away.
“I don’t need to take advantage of you, do I?”
I laughed. “You have a point.” I nuzzled him as we sat close on the couch and I wondered when he was going to invite me to stay—or if he was going to ask me to leave.
“I was going to lean in like this.” His low words vibrated through me as he spoke close to my ear, his hot breath moving the fine hairs at my temple and lighting up every nerve in me, especially the ones between my legs.
“Then I was going to move my lips.” He spoke as he trailed his mouth down across my cheek until it hovered infintesimally close to my mouth, our breaths mingling.
“And then what?” I whispered.
“And then this,” he said pressing his mouth to mine, his tongue running along the seam of my lips as I opened and touched the tip of my tongue to his, feeling the jolt to both of us.
He put his arms around me, lifting me toward him to hold me close and kiss me deeper, thoroughly exploring and mingling our mouths and tongues.
My breathing struggled to keep up with my need as I heaved harder and deeper and moaned when a hand skimmed over my breast then rested there.
He caressed my nipple with his thumb, moving it in circles and back and forth, torturing it into a fully erect and stiff posture as if to mimic his cock on a miniature scale.
Wanting to touch him, I lowered my hand from where it had clutched the muscles of his shoulder, down across his hard chest to his waistband. He sucked in a hard breath then and lifted his mouth from mine after one last nibble on my lower lip, one last lick.
“I have an idea, he said. “Let me know what you think.” He moved back far enough to see my face, to stare into my eyes as if I was going to do anything but agree with whatever he had in mind.
“What is it?” I sounded winded.
“How about if we move to my bedroom and…” He hesitated, a half smile and a dimple showing me he knew my answer.
Maybe because I’d tightened my grip on him, squeezing his thigh with one hand and his shoulder with my other in anticipation of his invitation to stay.
He didn’t disappoint me. Thank the lord.
“You stay the night. I’ll get you a ride home in the morning. Though it’ll have to be early—“
“Yes. I accept. Your idea is brilliant.” I leaned in and sealed the deal with a kiss before he could change his mind.
Though to be honest, he didn’t sound or look remotely like he was anything but sure and confident.
And when I slipped my hand from his thigh to the bulge in his pants, I found his cock hard as stone, except it was hot and it moved.
No doubt he didn’t want me going anywhere but his bed.
To prove me right, he stood, with an arm around me lifting me with him, and instead of escorting me to his bed, he swept an arm under my knees and lifted me from the floor and carried me.
I couldn’t help laughing with crazy giddy joy, nerves tingling through me in anticipation and bubbling up in my chest. Holding onto him, I kissed him, his jaw, his chin, his neck, everywhere I could reach with my hungry mouth, starving for him.
He carried me inside his room and as we went through the door to his most private world, my heart sped up impossibly fast. Laying me on the bed, he stood and looked down at me, our eyes locked.
I wanted him so much, but not for the fleeting pleasure of sex.
My soul craved him for so much more, for the strength of him, that solid decency, the unshakable rightness about him spoke loudly to me, so that I wanted nothing more.
The connection between felt like he was the missing part to the engine of my soul, the one last piece missing that would make me run like I was super charged.
I suspected very strongly that being by his side would make the world change from normal to technicolor, from a one-man band to an orchestra.
Trying to put all that into my eyes, my smile and my words tonight, I reached up to him. “Come to me, Max. Be with me.”
Bending over me, he kissed my lips lightly as he unzipped his pants, moving his mouth to brush light kisses all over my face, he removed his pants, then stood to pull his shirt off, revealing his sculpted body.
Propping up on my elbows, I watched him as he dropped his boxers and stood before me, his cock full and upright.
Torn between reaching for it and taking off my clothes, he resolved my dilemma when he sat on the bed and reached for my dress, sliding it up with two hands as I shimmied, caressing my rib cage, then my breasts as he went.
Sitting all the way up, I raised my hands as he slipped it over my head.
Then before I had a chance to take a breath, he flicked open my bra and pulled it off my shoulders, tossing it to the floor.
“You’re incredible,” I said, too overwhelmed to be clever, as he brought me down on the bed next to him, caressing me, moving his hand from one breast to the other, playing with the nipples, circling. I reached for his cock and he hitched a breath, but he let me hold him.
“Have I mentioned how you take my breath away?” he said.
I could only smile and revel in the warmth coursing through me, hot blood running fast everywhere.
But it was the welling in my chest, that tightening of emotions that dominated me, made the throbbing in my pussy secondary.
His eyes were so reverent, everything about him so giving and attuned.
Nodding my head, I ran my fingertips up the length of him to find the silky slit at the tip of his cock, the escaping cum giving me a thrill as I spread it around, hearing him growl with pleasure.
He didn’t stop me, but he moved his hands from my breasts down to my panties, toying with the fabric, pressing his fingers over the swelling mound underneath.
“You’re so hot and wet,” his voice rumbled in my ear, made my skin shiver, made every hair follicle sprint to life, every nerve ending crackle.
He owned me. He could do anything he wanted, ask for anything he wanted, and I would give it to him.
I would do it for him. I’d never been so thoroughly given to anyone like this and it was the most alive I’d ever felt.
Like I’d been waiting, a sleeping beauty, for the prince, and Max was that prince.
Then he tugged my panties down my legs and I kicked them off and when his hand returned to touch me, boy was he ever that prince as his fingers pressed through the drenched folds of my pussy to find my clit unerringly and precisely where and how hard I needed.
I called out and he clamped his mouth onto mine, murmuring, nibbling my tongue, quieting me, sending the shock waves back inside me so that I quaked as I moaned into his mouth.
There was tenderness in the stroke of his finger, patience in the way he circled and plunged, devilry in the way he held me at the edge of ecstasy, made me squirm there for so long I felt the perspiration beading up all over my body.
When I tried squeezing his cock he took my wrist and moved it over my head, holding it there with his other hand.
Then he returned his hand’s attention to my clit, my so, so sensitive pulsing clit, drenched in my juices, as I writhed under him. Until I almost screamed his name, but I clenched my jaw as I clenched my thighs, arching up, bucking under him again and again as waves of searing fire shot through me.
He held me against him, our bodies sticking together with the sweat of my combustion as glue. He kissed me, swept the hair from my face and licked his fingers as if they were covered with the most delectable desert.
“You taste as good as you feel.”
“I want you inside me, Max.” My voice was breathy, but intense and I wanted nothing more in my life than I did him in that moment.
He stared at me considering, not dismissing me out of hand, knowing there was no danger of pregnancy, knowing he had a pristine history, but maybe wondering about mine.
“I swear to you I’m as clean as they come, always protected—“
“I wouldn’t question you, Red. I know you’re trustworthy.” He lowered his forehead against mine. “If it means that much to you. You should know I’m clean—“
“I know.” I dug my fingers into his shoulder and pressed him back down to me, reached a hand down to find him, throbbing and larger than before, hot and the sexiest, most desirable cock I’d ever known, because it was his.
Because Max Devon was the kind of man he was, true, decent, fun, real and a the kind of storybook father to his girls that I thought could only found in a Disney movie.
Guiding him with my hand, the tip of him touched my opening and we both jumped as if shocked with electricity.
Then he thrust inside me, hard and long, and moved back out slow in the most sensual glide I could ever imagine.
And he did it again and again, harder and harder as I moved my hips in perfect sync, up and down, in and out, his hips coming flush to mine as he filled me each time.
As he hit that sweet spot inside me and I couldn’t pump air into my lungs fast enough, couldn’t think, could only feel. This was Max.
His breathing in my ear was hot and heavy as he whispered words, murmured to me how hot I was, how beautiful I was, inside and out. I wanted to hold onto his words, capture them, keep them inside me forever.
“I’m close…” he ground out the words. “Come with me, Red…” He pushed a hand between us and found my clit with unerring accuracy, pressing down hard, and then covering my mouth with his as he drove into me one more time, shattering me, sending my heart and head spinning, sucking my lips into his mouth in a gasp of unending pleasure, unending waves of his stream coming inside me as my channel clamped down on his cock, sucking it in, taking everything he gave me.
We lay together like that, with him inside me, even after he rolled us to our sides, neither of us letting go. Stroking his back, I felt at home, serene and satisfied, like everything was familiar to me, like this was where I belonged. With Max holding me, so close, breathing the same air.