I could feel the anger radiating off him in waves as he gripped the strands of hair at the nape of my neck to tug my head back and look him head on. Fuck, if I didn’t love the way he manhandled me into submission.
“If that man wasn’t already dead, I’d fucking kill him for making you doubt yourself. This body,” he grazed his hands down my back, cupping my ass in a tight grip. He rounded his hands around my front and firmly gripped my breasts, tweaking the nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. “This fucking stunning body carried one of the most amazing things inside of it for nine months. This body has done things beyond my wildest comprehension. It deserves to be worshiped.” Pausing to clear his throat of the emotion that was threatening to spill over, he looked me directly in the eyes as he said, “Let me worship you.”
He placed his forehead against mine and I nodded softly beneath his gaze. Lifting one of my legs to wrap around his hip, he lined up the tip of his cock with my entrance.
Slowly edging forward, my warm heat engulfed the head, and I moaned in pleasure. Not tight, my ass. After just a year of celibacy, Max needed to take breaks to allow my body tocompensate for his length. Inch by inch, he slowly fed himself inside of me.
“Breathe, baby,” he coached. “Breathe.”
Reaching between our bodies, he teased my clit as he slowly edged forward. I took in a gulping breath as I felt my body relax enough that he was able to fit his hips against mine and bottom out. We collectively released a moan and took a moment to allow my body to adjust to the glorious stretch.
I relished in the feeling of connection. Max didn’t rush or push. He sensed what I needed without me having to utter a word. His uncanny ability to anticipate my every move, to know my thoughts before I voiced them, filled me with fear. I was opening my heart up to the possibility of being broken again.
The pure ecstasy of finally having him inside me was overwhelming as our breathy pants mingled in the air around us. He coasted his hands over every inch of skin available and teased my nipples with his mouth, taking his time in exploration. He savored every piece of my body, taking great care to kiss and suck the parts I always tried to hide.
We explored each other’s bodies as he gently edged himself back and forth inside me. The overwhelming intimacy of the moment was enough to have another orgasm slowly building at the base of my spine. I used my heel to dig into his ass, urging him forward, silently asking for more.
I felt his breathing pick up as he skated a hand between my breasts to rest on my throat. He collared my slender neck in his hands and caught my eyes in a search for consent. I aggressively nodded and moaned, loving the feeling of his dominance, which spurred him on as he squeezed the slightest amount on the sides. I felt my throat constrict with a swallow beneath his palm as my mouth gaped open with desire.
I hadn’t ever explored anything outside of vanilla missionary sex. This intimacy and exploration with Max was something I couldn’t have ever imagined doing. Yet, the thrill of being completely at his mercy left me panting and begging for more.
“Oh, my girl likes a little hand necklace when I’m fucking that tight pussy, does she?”
A loud moan coasted up my throat at his crude words.
I felt the surge of heat rushing down my spine and settling in my core, teetering on the edge of release. Sensing the impending orgasm, Max released his grip on my neck to wrap my hair around his fist.
“Look at me. I wanna watch your face as you strangle my cock when I fill you up,” he commanded as he began rutting harder and harder into me. The squeaking of the work bench beneath us intensified as his thrusts became erratic.
Feeling my body clench tight around his length, I let go with a loud moan and chanted his name. The orgasm overtook my senses and all I could feel was tiny pin pricks fluttering over my skin. The intensity of release caused my vision to swim as his balls slapped against my ass with his deep thrusts.
“Fuck, yes, Stella.” He panted as hot jets of cum emptied into my core. Slowing his pace, he slowly slipped out of me, picking me up and depositing me back on the edge of the workbench. He spread my thighs and watched as his release dripped from my pussy.
“Max, what are you doing?...” My words were lost to a hiss as he scooped up our collective cum and pushed two fingers into me to force it back inside. Logically, I knew that with an IUD, it made no difference, but the thought of being filled by him had my heartbeat fluttering. He pressed a kiss tomy overly sensitive clit and then another to my lips as he tenderly brushed the hair from my forehead.
“Now that we’ve gotten dirty, let’s get you cleaned up.” He said with a smirk and handed me back my clothes, minus my panties that he’d claimed ownership of. With gentle hands, he helped me into my jeans, the denim cool against my flushed skin, then tugged my top over my head before straightening his own clothes.
Helping me down off the workbench and banding an arm around my waist as he pulled me into his chest. His brown eyes met mine as he trailed a finger softly across my jaw.
Lowering his lips to mine, he murmured against them, “You’ve got all the power, Stella. Please don’t break me.”
My nod was gentle and instantaneous, as he pressed a soft kiss to my mouth, the meaning of his words hitting like a stray bullet to the chest.
“Right back at ya, Cowboy.”
TWENTY-TWO
stella
In whatever paralleluniverse shower sex exists, it definitely isn’t the same one Max and I are living in.
We rushed back to the big house to get cleaned up before I had to go pick Charlie up at Ray’s. We stripped each other naked with the same quickness and urgency we’d felt in the barn, and stumbled blindly with our lips locked into the shower, but that’s where the magic ended.
One of us was consistently standing in the cold while the other was lathering up their body or attempting to execute something resembling sexy.
Max’s attempt to eat me out was interrupted by a stream of water hitting him in the face, causing me to burst into laughter and lose my focus.
I suggested he take me from behind, but a six foot two man trying to sink into a five foot seven woman against a shower wall involved way more acrobatic finesse than we ever dreamed of possessing.
