Chapter Thirty-Two #2
Even though he’d already seen her fully naked multiple times by now, she still felt nervous as he took her in.
But when he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her stomach, her hip bones, her thighs, and the hair at her center, Stella didn’t feel self-conscious.
She felt desired. She felt wanted. She felt… loved.
She dismissed the thought as Max stood, kissing her as he turned her around so the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the mattress. He gently guided her down and pulled away, and Stella whimpered at the loss of his touch.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Which one do you want?”
Stella pointed at the wand. “That one.”
Max handed it to her and put the other toys back in the drawer before returning to the bed, sitting on the edge beside her. Stella moved up so she could lie on her pillows in a more upright position that felt more comfortable.
It was strange. Even when she masturbated alone, she was never fully naked.
Most of the time she went for the Winnie-the-Pooh style: a big T-shirt and no bottoms. For some reason, even if she was alone in the apartment, Stella couldn’t allow herself to fully undress like that unless it was out of necessity when she was getting showered or dressed.
Perhaps it was lingering shame from when she used to have to go to church every Sunday, or maybe she had never gotten comfortable with seeing her body fully bare.
Whatever it was, she didn’t feel that way now. With Max’s eyes still solely trained on her, Stella felt powerful and no longer needed instruction.
She reached a hand up to her breast, letting her fingers slide across one nipple and then the other, circling each until they became hard under her touch. Max said nothing, but she watched him as he watched her hand move down her body and between her legs.
Stella slipped two fingers between her folds, and her back arched when she felt the wetness already there.
She rubbed herself just a little before taking those same fingers and putting them to her mouth, tasting herself.
Max’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move, only staring as she sucked her fingers clean.
She then picked up the wand and pressed the head between her folds, turning it on as she moved it up and down, teasing herself.
Stella usually tried to stretch out the whole experience.
She typically could only orgasm once a day, so she wanted to savor it, making it last as long as she could.
But tonight, she wasn’t alone, and this was only the beginning.
An appetizer to the main course that was Max.
So she skipped past the second setting on her vibrator and went straight to the third.
The one that always sent her right over the edge.
Pressing it on her clit, Stella’s eyes shuttered closed as she cried out.
Her breathing became quick and shallow as her hips lifted to rub against the vibrator until her orgasm shot through her.
“Oh, fuck, oh my God” was all Stella could say, and then Max was there, his mouth pressed against hers and swallowing the sounds of her orgasm. He hovered over her as she kept the toy pressed right on that sweet spot and rode out her orgasm.
Max kissed her again and then kissed her neck and shoulders and breasts. He tasted every part of her as she came down from her high. She barely even noticed him slipping the toy from her hand and moving it aside.
“Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” he asked her, planting another kiss to her neck. “Watching you come like that? I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.”
Stella, needing to confirm this, reached for him, feeling the hard press of his dick in his pants.
“Take off your clothes,” she said.
Max did not argue, promptly pushing himself up and stripping down, his clothes joining hers on the floor. He quickly grabbed a condom from his pants pocket and slid it on, Stella watching all the while, somehow both incredibly satisfied and buzzing with anticipation.
When he finally climbed back over her, Stella was more than ready. And when he slid into her, they both groaned with pleasure.
There was no starting slow this time. Max gripped her thighs and Stella wrapped her legs around him as he pushed in deeper. He began moving quick and fast, pounding into her in a way that she knew would leave her bruised and sore tomorrow but she didn’t care because it felt so good.
“Fuck, Stella, I can’t—”
Max came quickly and Stella held him, her arms around his neck, pulling him to her as his breaths came hard and fast. When his breathing had finally gone back to normal, he kissed her.
“I’m sorry,” he said, their mouths barely an inch apart.
“For what?”
Stella was genuinely confused. That was maybe the best sex she’d ever had, and sure, Max was competing against himself, but still.
“I know you didn’t come, Stella.”
He said it almost like an admonishment, and Stella rolled her eyes.
“Well, obviously you know that,” Stella said. “I didn’t try to fake an orgasm just now, did I? But I’m good, Max. If you recall, I came first. As the good Lord intended.”
This made Max laugh and he kissed her again.
And again.
And again.