Chapter 27
Audrey
Max’s lips were still the same ones I’ve dreamed about since our first kiss.
Soft, smooth, and tinted with mint. Now, the soft scruff from his facial hair tickled my skin, a hint of alcohol lingered on his tongue, and the aroma of his cologne wafted through my nose.
Every bone in my body melted into putty underneath the familiar touch. I looped my arms around his neck and leaned my torso against his to keep myself upwards.
His tongue flicked at my lips, sensually parting them before sliding inside.
I moaned into his mouth as his tongue grasped mine, inviting it into a sensual tango.
As they danced together, his hands traced down my neck to my hips. His large hands clasped around them, flushing my body with his. He kissed me like a man who’s been starving all his life and I was his first meal: eagerly, yet savoring every single bite.
Sparks flickered between our bodies, rubbing against each other until they created full-blown flames. Heat rushed through my body as our kisses deepened, yearning for his touch on my bare skin.
Max’s hands slid down over my hips to my ass. His palms ran over the curves of my cheeks, squeezing and rubbing the muscles there. Gradually, they slid around to my thighs. Effortlessly, he grabbed handfuls of my legs and lifted me up off of my feet.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on for dear life.
Lips and tongues still interlocked, he blindly carried me through his apartment and into the bedroom. He lay me down on the bed, the mattress softer than a cloud, and pressed his body on top of mine.
In the new position, I could feel the bulge growing in his jeans. He pressed it against my pussy, igniting the flame of desire.
My legs tightened around his waist as the heat flooded through my lower region. I lifted my hips to rub myself against him, trying to ease the ache forming in my pussy.
Grabbing fistfuls of the hem of his shirt, I pulled it up his torso and threw it over his head. My hands roamed over his back and arms, exploring every new muscle and curve.
He broke the kiss to pepper kisses down my jaw towards my neck.
My eyes rolled the back of my head as I felt his tongue against my skin.
He licked and sucked on my neck, determined to leave some marks behind. His hand glided from my thigh to my bra, lifting the fabric of my top as he went.
He briefly pulled away from my neck to pull my top up over my head. He didn’t even take a chance to admire the lace bra I had underneath it. His mouth went straight back to my skin. This time, he peppered his kisses down my chest to my breasts.
He kissed around the top of my soft spheres, making a beeline down towards my covered nipples. Gently, he pulled the cup down, revealing my nipple, freshly hard and pointed.
My sensitive skin was cold under the newfound air, but quickly warmed as he captured it in his mouth.
A moan left my lips from the sparks each quick flick of his tongue sent through my body.
My hips bucked underneath him as some of the lightning struck between my pussy.
It ached and throbbed for some attention.
I found some relief from rubbing myself against his dick, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him inside me. Soon.
Max alternated to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Again, his hand slid down my ribs to my hips. It glided over the hem of my jeans towards the button. Tugging at it, he popped his lips off my nipple and asked, “Can I take these off?”
Nodding, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back down for another kiss.
As our lips tangled again, he undid the button of my jeans and started sliding them down my legs. He rubbed his palms over my bare thighs once they were off.
With less fabric between us, I was able to grind against him a bit more easily. This time, he moved with me. He pressed his dick between the outline of my lower lips and met each buck with his own.
The heat burning in my veins rose to another few degrees, damn near making me sweat.
Max pulled out of our kisses to pepper more along my face and neck. He made a beeline down my chest to my breasts down my stomach and finally to the hem of my panties. Pushing himself further down the bed, he kissed my pussy over the fabric, teasing me with the pressure and outline of his lips.
“Max,” I whined.
The vibration from his chuckle rumbled against my pussy. “Alright, alright,” he murmured. “I’ll give you what you want.” He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs.
Sitting upright, he grabbed one of my legs and raised it up on his shoulder. He started yet another trail of kisses down my leg, starting from my ankle and moving down my calf and thighs to my pussy.
When he reached his destination, he stopped with the delicate, sensual kisses and went full throttle. With both arms wrapped around my thighs, he lapped mercilessly at my pussy.
I gasped in surprise and arched from back from the ambush of sensations rolling through my body.
Max didn’t even pause at the sound. Ignoring me, he sucked my clit into his mouth and greedily licked the bud as if it were his last meal on Earth.
I grinded against his face, unable to control my body’s reactions.
One of my hands tangled in his short curls while the other gripped the pillow under my head.
Moans slipped from my throat every other moment.
Even his name sounded like one, each short syllable dragged out and nearly incomprehensible.
His grip on my legs tightened as they started to tremble. A tell-tale sign my body was about to combust.
I tried to wiggle myself upwards, away from him, but his hold tightened on my legs. “Uh-uh,” he said, glancing up at me. “You’ve kept this pussy away from me for long enough. I’m not stopping until I’ve gotten every single drop.”
My back arched off the bed as his mouth returned to my pussy, hitting every single nerve.
Clutching his short curls, I rode Max’s tongue through the immense wave of pleasure washing over me.
A scream escaped my lips as my orgasm possessed me.
I twitched and squirmed, but Max didn’t let up.
He lapped every bit of the juices flooding from my pussy, catching every last drop.
His mouth glistened with my essence when he finally pulled his head up. “Mmm,” he said, licking the leftovers off of his lips. “You taste even better than I remember.”
To hide the blush spreading across my face, I grabbed his neck and pulled him back into a passionate kiss. The flavor of myself on his tongue added more heat to the fire Max temporarily doused. The ache between my thighs pulsed harder, begging for more than his tongue.
My hands lowered to the waistband of his jeans. I undid the button and started pushing it down his hips. “Max,” I whispered between our wet, sloppy kisses. “I need you.”
Reluctantly, he pulled out of our kisses to dig through the drawer of his nightstand for a condom.
I pushed down his pants while he ripped the packaging open. His dick sprung out of his boxers, thick and ready, straining with the same urgency that pulsed through me. He glanced up at me as he slipped the condom on, noticing my stare on his dick.
He leaned out, crashing his lips against mine again.
As we kissed, he rubbed the tip of his dick up and down my entrance, preparing for the driving thrust.
An involuntary gasp escaped my lips as he pushed into me. It’d been a minute since I’ve been with anyone comparable to his size. Long and thick, he could tear me apart if he really wanted to. But, like the times before, he eased me into it with slow, gentle thrusts.
His lips left mine and returned down to my neck. He made more hickeys there, syncing his licks and sucks with his thrusts. His teeth dug into my skin as he pushed himself deeper. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re so tight, ma.”
His deep voice only added more heat to my pussy. With my legs around his waist, I pulled myself up and down his dick, meeting each stroke midway.
We moved in perfect rhythm for a while, enjoying the novel yet familiar feeling of being intertwined. Neither of us were in a rush to meet the finish line. We were just relishing the moment of being together again.
My nails dug into Max’s back as he went deeper, hitting me exactly where I needed him.
“You’re taking me so well,” he whispered in my ear, his deep voice fueling the pleasure between my legs. “You missed this, didn’t you?”
“Mhm,” I replied, though it came out like a moan.
Chuckling, Max picked up the pace. He pushed himself up onto his knees and held my legs wide open, leaving my pussy exposed for the taking. He started driving into me from a higher angle, plunging so deep inside me that he was almost hitting the lining of my stomach.
With him so far above me and nothing to grab, I clutched my breasts and rolled circles over my neglected nipples. “Max,” I yelled as my neck and back arched the intense sensation. Again, I could feel my legs begin to tremble as the strings holding my release started to snap.
“Go ahead, mamas,” he said, his voice low. “Remind me how pretty you look when you cum.”
His words, drenched in that husky tone, pushed me over the edge. I let out a loud yell as my orgasm conquered my body. Every nerve shook from the intense explosion happening down below. Shards of pleasure ripped into my limbs, sending quakes through every single muscle.
Max held my legs still through their trembles. His own body lightly shook as his own hot release spread through the condom separating us. He continued fucking me through both our orgasms, draining each of our bodies for every drop they could produce.
Our hips slowly came to a stop, and the room was filled with the sound of our uneven heaving.
We stared at each other for a long moment, desire lingering in our eyes.
Max silently asked the question with the tilt of his head.
I answered it by bringing him close and crashing our lips together again.
He kissed me for a few moments, wrestling my tongue down into submission, before pulling away. He flipped me over onto my stomach. Gripping my hips, he pulled me up onto my hands and knees.
I moaned as he slammed his dick back into me.
Unlike earlier, he didn’t waste time with slow strokes. He rammed in and out, damn near hitting my walls with every thrust.
I gripped the sheets as I threw my hips back to meet him halfway. My ass slapped against his hips with every move.
Max’s hand slid from my hip to the back of my neck. He pushed my head down against the mattress, making an arch in my back. He picked up even more speed, fucking me without mercy.
I cried into the mattress from the intensity of his thrusts and squirmed under his hand.
“Uh-uh, ma,” he said, his fingers tightened around my neck. “You’ve been running from this dick long enough. Now, you’re gonna take this shit.”
“Fuck, Max,” I cursed as the pleasure swarming my pussy grew again.
His other hand slid around my waist and his fingers made a beeline for my clit. They twirled in circles around the bud, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I let out a scream as euphoria poured over me. My body floated on cloud nine for a moment as Max thrust into me, taking me for everything I had.
Max groaned, his own orgasm consuming him.
My legs gave out when we were through, and I collapsed on the bed.
Max lay down on top of me. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in the crook of my neck. “Damn, I’ve missed you,” he murmured into my skin.
“Yeah,” I whispered, steadying my breaths. “I missed you too.”