“Fuck, Stella. I want you so fucking bad it hurts,” he groaned.
“What are you waiting for?” I teased, leaning back to give myself enough room to tear my shirt over my head. His pupils blew wide with lust as I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. Slowly edging the straps from my shoulders, I held the soft cups in place with an arm across my chest.
“You gonna put your money where your mouth is, or are you gonna make me do it myself?” I joked, coasting a hand down the plane of my stomach and teasing at the waistband of my jeans.
Somehow, even though I was still learning to love my postpartum body, I felt sexy and confident. Max’s gaze followed my hand as his breathing turned to soft pants. I could feel his rigid length growing hard behind the zipper of his jeans as he shifted between my legs. Max looked at mewith a reverence that superseded any doubts I had about my body.
“Well, Cowboy?” I asked again, as I’d somehow managed to short-wire his brain in the process of undressing. As if all neurons fired at once, he snapped forward, gripping my hips and yanking me to him, my ass sliding across the workbench. I let out a light yelp in surprise as he pressed our chests together, my arm trapped between us.
“You keep talking, and I’ll give you something else to do with that pretty fucking mouth of yours,” he whispered in my ear. I felt my core flush hot with desire at his words and fought the urge to grind myself against him.
“Now, look who’s tongue-tied,” he said with a wicked grin and a subtle bite of his bottom lip.
TWENTY
max
All the tensionwe’d been pushing down over the last two months was coming to a head. Like a simmering volcano, I could feel the tremble of desire flowing through our bodies, ready to erupt. We’d had enough of dancing around the inevitable. Stella and I were combustible.
Taking a step back, I allowed myself a long look at the beautiful woman sitting in front of me. She propped herself up on her hands angled behind her back, allowing me to look my fill. She had removed her bra and her breasts hung heavy, begging to be touched, her dark nipples pebbled with desire. I could see her breaths quicken as I traced my eyes over her lush curves.
Fuck, was she beautiful.
I wasn’t sure what Stella had looked like before having Charlie, but motherhood had given her a lush, soft look that I found myself completely obsessed with; her skin seemed to glow, her curves were the perfect place for my hands, and her breasts looked like the perfect large handful.
Society preached that women should look a certain way post baby. If their bodies didn’t ‘bounce back’, they needed to eat better and hit the gym more often. Looking down at this woman, who’d carried a whole ass human being inside her for nine months, filled me with such immense desire. She exuded raw femininity, and I wanted to bow down and worship at her feet.
I hadn’t realized how long I’d been staring until Stella cleared her throat in trepidation. She banded her arm across her chest again, attempting to cover herself. I stepped in between her spread legs and eased her arm away. I threaded my fingers through the soft strands of hair at the nape of her neck, tugging her head back until her eyes met mine.
I sensed the hitch in her breath and her eyelids flutter shut. A wild grin curled up one corner of my mouth as I witnessed her succumb to a flood of longing.
“Don’t hide from me.” I commanded as I ran my fingers deftly over a stretch mark on her hip. “Never fucking hide from me, Trouble.”
She shivered at the gentleness of my touch, accented by the rough tug of my hand in her hair, which spurred me on in my exploration. I traced a single finger across the lushness of her belly and up to the side of one of her ample tits, watching as her nipples peaked in desire. I circled one of her nipples slowly and lowered my head to blow a stream of warm breath across the bud.
Watching the way goose bumps rose on her skin and a gentle shiver coast through her, I smiled. I leaned my head down to graze my lips across her nipple, just enough to tease. I was going to make her work for this.
A small groan of frustration rolled through her throat as she shifted her hips forward, pressing her breasts up, urgingme to take her into my mouth. I halted her movements with a hand on her hips.
“Such a greedy fucking girl,” I murmured against her skin. “Don’t rush me, Trouble.”
“Please, Max. I’m on fire,” she begged, leaning her head back to bare her throat to me as I slowly trailed my way up with wet kisses, placing soft nips along the way.
“Say it again,” I commanded deeply. “I love to hear you beg.”
She gripped the short strands of hair at the nape of my neck, pulling my head back to look me in the eyes. With a wild, untamed look in her eyes, she licked her lips; the movement exuding a fierce, almost painful longing. I could see the fire coursing through her eyes as she bit down on her plush bottom lip.
“Please.” she begged again, refusing to break eye contact with her statement.
My control snapped at her eagerness and I tilted her hips forward to shift her pants over them. She lifted her ass as I slid them down and kicked them to the side into our growing pile of clothes.
Spreading her legs, I ran a knuckle up the inside of her thigh, relishing in the heat emanating from her core. I teased the edge of her panties with a finger as I lowered myself to my knees.
“Trouble, you may be the one begging, but I’ll be the one on my knees.” I said reverently as I slid the soft cotton of her panties off her hips and down her legs. I shoved the discarded underwear into my pocket, a keepsake for later.
Kissing my way slowly up her legs, I draped her knees over my shoulders. I gripped ahold of her thighs and scooted her to the very edge of the workbench, feeling her sharpintake of breath and her stomach caving as I coasted my lips across her pussy. I used two fingers to spread her open as I flattened my tongue and ran it from bottom to top, pausing to tease the bundle of nerves at the apex.
Her hips bucked against my lips as I overwhelmed her senses by sucking and licking her most sensitive spot. I alternated with quick flicks of my tongue and long laps along her seam as I brought her to the edge of orgasm. I scissored my fingers inside of her, stretching her pussy in preparation for my cock. Her grip on the back of my head was punishing, as I felt her walls contracting around my digits.
