Maximus lets out a genuine laugh that makes my stomach flip in a way it really shouldn’t. He hooks his finger under my chin, lifting my head until I’m forced to look at his cocky smirk. I scowl, just to let him know I’m not impressed.
“I haven’t been with anyone since that night you caught me. For some reason, they all seem to have lost their appeal, much to their annoyance,” he says casually, like it’s not the biggest news I’ve heard in ages.
My heart stutters, as I dare to hope, for just a second, that maybe he stopped seeing them for me, because he knew I had an issue with him having multiple whores. I made it clear I wouldn’t share, but I never expected him to stop seeing them, especially before anything has even happened between us.
“Have you touched yourself while thinking of me?” His voice is deep and husky as he stares at me, no doubt assessing to see if I’ll answer him honestly.
I give him a small nod, and before I can even register what’s happening, Maximus grabs the string on the side of my bikini bottoms, pulling the material away from my body once it’s loose enough, exposing my lower half.
I yelp, but before I can form proper words, he grabs hold of my bare hips and lifts me like I weigh nothing, placing me on the edge of the pool. The cool tiles feel almost freezing against my warm flesh, making me shiver.
I stare down at Maximus, not quite believing what he just did, only to find that my bare pussy is in line with his head, so I quickly move my hands in an attempt to cover myself. Maximus is quicker than me, and he catches my palms easily, moving them back down to my sides. His hard glare makes it clear this is where he expects for them to stay, leaving me feeling incredibly exposed.
“What—” is all I manage to get out before he interrupts me.
“I keep telling myself that I’m not allowed to touch you, for various very valid reasons, but I can’t stop imagining what your pretty pink pussy looks like, what noises you make when you’re desperate for release, or your expression when you come hard.
“My imagination isn’t cutting it anymore. I have to know. Can you be a good girl for me and show me how you touch your cunt when you’re thinking of me?”
I gasp, struggling to catch my breath as I’m overcome by anxiety and self-consciousness. Maximus places his hands on my thighs, rubbing his thumbs over my skin in a soothing way, which helps me relax. He then gently guides my legs apart, not stopping until they’re open wide, exposing me to him.
He looks up at me with beautiful emerald eyes that are blown wide with lust as he licks his lips, like I’m the most mouthwatering thing he’s ever seen. It gives me a confidence I didn’t know I had, and I slowly move my hand between my legs.
He watches me intently as I slide one finger through my slit, both of us gasping at how wet I am. Once I’ve gathered the moisture onto my fingers, I move them up to my clit, spreading the wetness over my hard nub in slow, lazy circles that make me tingle.
My nipples start to harden beneath the fabric of my bikini top, and goosebumps erupt over my skin as I rub my fingers over my clit. As I press down harder, I have to bite my lip to keep from making any noise, but I can’t stop the soft gasps as my breathing increases.
Every so often, I break from softly rubbing my clit, and slide my fingers through my slit again, so I can gather up as much of my juices as I can before returning it to my clit. Once the hard nub is wetter, I’m able to rub faster and harder.
Maximus’ deep, gravelly voice interrupts my process, reminding me I have someone watching my every move. “You’re so fucking wet, Little Lamb. Are you always this wet, or is it just for me?”
Fuck! Nobody has ever talked to me like this, and given the way my stomach flutters and my core heats, I think I might quite like it.
“It only happens with you,” I whisper, my cheeks heating from my honesty.
Even when I’ve touched myself, I’ve never been this wet. It usually takes a lot of time and effort to get me in the mood, and sometimes it’s easier to just use lube. Whereas, when I’m around Maximus, it’s like I’m constantly excited and ready to go.
He lets out a low moan as his eyes flutter, clearly happy with my response. He lifts his gaze from my pussy to my face, his smirk growing as his expression becomes almost challenging.
“Do you wish it was my fingers touching your wet little cunt?”
I nod without thinking, before remembering he likes me to use my words. “Yes.”
“If I were touching you now, I’d have to slide a finger deep into your pussy, to see how tight you are. Will you do that for me?”
I pull my lip between my teeth, nibbling nervously as I drop my gaze, not able tolook at him as I share more vulnerable parts of me. “I-I… I’ve never…done that before,” I stutter, embarrassment flooding me.
Maximus places his hand around my neck, the gesture both weirdly dominating and reassuring, and he uses his hold to lift my head until I’m forced to look at him. Although his grip feels tight enough to be possessive, the way he slides his thumb over my pulse point, in reassuring circles, is oddly sweet.
“Don’t ever be embarrassed. I want you to be honest with me.” I can see the sincerity in his words shining in his eyes.
I nod as I give him a small smile, grateful that he’s taking the time to make me feel comfortable. Keeping my gaze fixed on him, I draw strength from the warmth of his touch as I pull in a ragged breath. As I let it out, I gently slide a finger into my wet hole.
I gasp at the initial sting, but that quickly turns into a low moan as I slide my finger in deep, feeling as my walls clamp down around me. “It’s so tight,” I tell him.
Maximus drops his head backwards and groans, startling me. When he rights himself, he’s staring at me with such fierce hunger that it makes me shiver.
“You look so fucking sexy with your finger in your pussy. Keeping fucking yourself just like that, and when you think you can, add a second finger. Can you do that for me?”
