He was everywhere all at once and all I wanted was more.
“You’re going to come for me again, baby. I need to feel you strangle my cock,” Max said. “I think I might know just how you like it. And if I’m right, god help me.”
Max lowered me back down to the table and slowed the movements of his hips slightly. With one hand, he danced his fingers around my clit, circling and tugging roughly. With the other hand, he reached up for my throat and squeezed.
As Max slowly drilled his cock deeper and deeper, I felt the buzz building deep in my belly. With one pinch to my clit and a sharp squeeze at my neck, I felt myself go completely numb. My vision blurred at the edges as my orgasm jolted through my body, my scream cut off by the hand around my throat.
Warm liquid spread between my thighs as I gasped for breath when Max finally let go. The aftershocks of my orgasm weaved through my body as Max set his sights on his own. His large hands found their place on my thighs as he pounded into me.
“Come inside me,” I whispered from below, and I could tell by the dark look on his face and the stillness of his hips that Max also liked being told what to do. His body stilled as a deep, low groan tumbled out from between his lips. After a few moments, he leaned down and placed gentle kisses on my chest. Each one felt like a quiet thank you.
“Um, there’s a bathroom right outside the cellar if you want to . . .” I said as Max started to slide out.
He smiled at me as he said, “Okay, be right back.”
Max was back before I could fully catch my breath, my chest still splotchy and heaving. He gently wiped between my legs and thighs, creating shivers up my legs as he grazed my sensitive places. He had shoved himself back in his pants, but the top still lay open and wide, his shirt still off.
God, he was something to look at. His chest was wide and fit, with softness in just the right places. His skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and his eyes intently focused on me. Once he was finished cleaning me, he gently set my legs down and helped me sit up. He adjusted my bralette and brought the sleeves of my dress back up, straightening the fabric at my shoulders. He kept my panties in his pocket.
With every move, his eyes bore into me, seemingly memorizing every pore of my skin, every mole that marked me.
“That was . . .” he began.
“Yeah, that definitely was . . .” I could finally breathe normally, but the pounding in my chest wouldn’t go away. “We didn’t even get to sample a port,” I added.
Max threw his head back and laughed. “You’re right, we didn’t. Are you still up for it?” he asked.
I nodded.
He turned back toward the angled shelf stocked full of options as he zipped and buttoned his jeans. He ran his hand through his hair as he hunted for the perfect bottle before selecting one from the shelf.
“A nice Taylor Fladgate twenty-year-old Tawny Port should do the job. It’ll be sweeter than any of the chocolates you picked out, which will help pull the rich flavor profiles out,” he said, holding the bottle and examining the label.
“Sounds great, Boss,” I said as I slid off the table.
Max caught my wrist and spun me around as his mouth found mine. “You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?” he asked with his lips hovered over mine.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said with a smirk.
In reality, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect after tonight. Was this a one-time thing? Would we still keep up our flirting? I hadn’t realized how much I missed the kind of attention he had been giving me, so I wasn’t ready for it to go away. I grabbed some glasses from a small shelf and led us back up the narrow staircase.
After snagging the chocolates off the kitchen counter, I led us toward the back of the townhouse. My parents’ backyard was a slender slice of cobblestone heaven and the thought of fresh air on my face was exactly what I needed right about now.
The garden was overgrown in a way that invited butterflies and honeybees to the space, and twinkle lights strung from the edge of the home to the corners of the patio.
Wrought iron furniture sat in zones through the space, and stepping stones created walkways through the yard. I decided to post up at the wooden table that sat under a pergola of purple wisteria. The sweet pea smell from the flowers came through when the breeze ruffled the blooms.
“This place feels like an actual secret garden,” Max said, looking around. “I can see where you got your inspiration for the event’s theme.”
“Yeah, it’s one of my favorite parts about this house. The garden has really filled in since I’ve been gone,” I said.
“Are you glad to be back?” Max asked as he poured some port into our glasses, and I unboxed the chocolates.
I tilted my head from side to side. “Yes and no. It’s hard to explain.”
“Try me,” Max said.
I dug out the dark chocolates for us to sample as Max opened up the slim port bottle and filled our glasses with a small sample.
