She tasted like honey on my tongue, and I groaned in ecstasy.
“You taste so fucking good, I can feel your tight little cunt squeezing me. Are you getting close, baby?” I whispered directly over her clit, letting the soft caress of my breath tickle her most sensitive spot.
“Fuck, Max.” she moaned reverently as I continued my ministrations.
I wanted her coming on my tongue so I could be flooded with the sweetness I’d been dreaming about for weeks. I felt her thighs begin to clench around my ears as she careened closer and closer to climax. Her breaths became quick and ragged as I shifted my focus to her clit.
“Yes.. YES. Just like that!” She moaned loudly, holding my head against her core. I banded my arms around her thighs as I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard.
She bowed off the counter with a loud moan. I felt her pussy pulsating against my tongue as I drew out the remnants of her orgasm. When her pants subsided and her breathing slowed, I lowered her legs from my shoulders and stood.Stepping between her legs, I pulled her head back by her hair again, forcing her gaze to mine.
Her chest rose and fell with the aftershocks of pleasure, her eyes glued to mine. I took my fingers, soaked in her release, and drew them into my mouth. I greedily licked them clean as I committed the vision of her climaxing on my tongue to memory. She licked her lips, hungry for more, as I slowly pulled my fingers from my mouth.
I took her lips in mine in a searing kiss, allowing her to taste herself. Catching her moan in my mouth, I tangled my tongue with hers. Breaking the kiss, I gripped the back of my shirt and in one fluid motion, removed it and tossed it aside with the bulk of her clothing.
TWENTY-ONE
stella
My pupils blew wideas I took in Max’s appearance. To make sure I always felt at ease, he was ever so careful to remain fully clothed in the house. I hadn’t been able to even catch a glimpse of his fantastic body.
I bit my lip to hide the smirk that was playing at my mouth. He looked delicious. His muscles were sculpted by years of hard work, the type of strong that only came from manual labor. He had a rugged patch of thin brown hair that dusted the top of his chest and led down to the waistband of his jeans.
Looking down, I noticed the impressive bulge that was pushing behind his zipper.
Spotting a tattoo on his chest, I reached across the space between us and drifted a slender finger over the script below his left pec. He had what looked like a woman’s handwriting and the words ‘love always, Ma’ stamped across his heart. I eased forward and leaned down to kiss the tattoo with a softness that had his breath catching. Easing off the workbench, I sank to my knees.
Coasting my fingers down the planes of his stomach to the thin trail of hair that led to his waistband, I looked up at him from below my thick lashes. His breathing came in rapid pants. For all the bravado this man exuded, I sure had an undeniable effect on him. The thrill of knowing we were matched in our ferocity for each other sent a shiver down my spine.
“Now, it’s my turn,” I teased as I flicked open the button and pulled down the zipper. I pushed down his jeans and he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. Watching him palm a large hand over his briefs, where his rigid cock was straining to be released, I licked my lips in anticipation. He groaned in pleasure as I eased the waistband down over his ass and his cock sprang free.
I bit my bottom lip as I took in the sight before me. He was rock hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip. My eyes caught on the metal barbell that was pierced through the underside of his shaft. I flicked my gaze to his hesitantly, and a chuckle rumbled in his chest, a low, comforting sound.
“It was a dare.” Max explained, stroking a hand down the length, rubbing his index finger over the metal. “It was either pierce a nipple, or pierce my dick. I lost a bet in my early twenties while drinking with Wade. I didn’t think I’d look good with a nipple piercing.”
I gingerly stoked a finger over the piercing and lifted my eyes to his, watching the shudder of pleasure course through his body.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not anymore. The healing was a bitch, but it’s been years now. It’s extra sensitive when you—” He was cut off by a hiss escaping his lips as my mouth crested the tip of his cock andmy tongue stroked across the barbell. I smiled around his length as I licked around the head.
“Fuuuuucckkk,” he croaked, slapping a hand on the counter behind me to hold himself steady. I used one hand to stroke his length as my wet mouth coasted up and down. I hallowed my cheeks on the ascent, sucking greedily at his most sensitive areas. I could tell he wasn’t going to last long by the way he tensed with every stroke of my tongue.
I gently rolled his balls in my hand and licked a line from the base to the engorged tip before taking his entire length to the back of my throat. Max wasn’t porn star hung, but his cock was long and thick, hitting the softness of my throat with ease. I gagged lightly on his length and breathed through my nose to do it again.
His hiss of pleasure was just the confidence booster I needed as I felt his balls drawing up in anticipation of release. He gripped my hair and tugged, removing my mouth with an exaggerated pop.
“I’m not going to ask where you learned to suck a cock, but fuck if I’m not thankful to any man who came before me, because mine’s going to be the only cock you ever suck after tonight,” he claimed. The intense desire to be marked and claimed by this man had my pussy throbbing.
“I need to be inside you.” He begged, reaching for his jeans to snag what I can assume was a condom. Before he grabbed hold of them, my hand came around his cock again, stroking from root to tip. An exaggerated hiss left his lips due to how sensitive and close he was.
That got his attention.
“I’ve got an IUD,” I announced, and my heart stuttered at the thought of him being inside me bare. The last time I had let a guy inside me without protection, I’d gotten pregnantwith Charlie. But with Max, I knew that I could trust him. “I’m clean. I got a check up right after having Charlie and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Turning to face me, he regarded me with a questioning look. I’m not sure if he was shocked, or didn’t believe me, so I rambled on in a nervous stream of consciousness.
“After having Charlie, he said things weren’t the same. He said I wasn’t as tight, and it didn’t feel good anymore. He wanted me to get a check-up, claiming that I had to have been with someone else.” I said with a shrug, as if it was completely normal for your partner to belittle you post baby.
