“And what mood are you in tonight?”
I smiled up at Max, slipped my hand from his and touched that intriguing dip above his upper lip. “I’m on fire. I’m dying for you to finish what you started. And I want it all fast and as hard as you can be.”
He swallowed, his throat moving up and down, and when he spoke again, his voice was rough.
“Turn around.”
I began to step backwards, but before I could move away from him, Max caught my shoulders and maneuvered me around him until I was facing the high back of the sofa. He ran one hand down my spine, and I shivered as his fingers caressed my ass.
“Bend over. Brace your hands here.” He guided me to grip the frame of the couch. “You have an amazing ass. Tonight, when you leaned down to talk to your roommate in the car, the material of your skirt clung to your backside, and I was dying to touch it. To touch you.”
He stood close behind me, so near that I could feel his erection against my back. Excited anticipation made my pulse thrum faster as I waited for his first touch. When it came, it was his mouth again, between my legs.
“You’re wet for me, flower child.” His voice was soft. “So fucking wet. My tongue just glides over you.” He licked me first, and then his lips found the small nub of my clit and began to suck.
“Ahhhhh ...” I dropped my forehead to the padded sofa frame under me. “Oh, my God, Max.”
“Mmm.” He kept working my clit and then slid a finger inside me, curling it so that it hit at my most sensitive spot. “I want you to come now, Samantha. Come for the first time here against my mouth.”
I was so close. Panting, I ground down on Max’s face and fingers, needing to somehow be even closer.
“That’s it, babe.” The vibration of his voice heightened the sensations. “That’s it. Feel my tongue on your sweet clit. And feel my finger inside you ... God, you taste good, flower child. Like the sweetest honey. Come for me, baby, and then I’m going to stand up and fuck you from behind. I’m going to give it to you as hard as you can take it.”
Whether it was the image his words painted or the idea of what he was going to do next, the orgasm roared over me. I arched my back, eyes screwed shut, and shrieked out his name, unable to stop even as the aftershocks rolled through my body.
Before they’d ended, Max was on his feet. I heard the tear of paper and the crinkling of foil, telling me that he was suiting up. After a moment, his fingers kneaded into my hips and his dick slid between my legs, the head just nudging my opening.
“You okay?” Max murmured into my ear. “You ready for me?”
I nodded, still catching my breath. “So damn ready. I want you inside. I want you to take me so deep and hard that I can’t feel where I end and you begin.”
“That can be arranged.” With a sound that I could only describe as a snarl, Max thrust forward into me, filling me with an unfamiliar sense of stretching. I moaned, shifting restlessly, wanting him to find his own pleasure and give me some, too.
“So fucking tight, flower child. God, you’re perfect.” Max moved, finding the best rhythm for us. “Inside you is the most perfect kind of perfection I’ve ever known.” His fingers walking up my sides, lifting me up a little. “Stay like this so I can get to your boobs. I want to play with your nipples while I’m fucking you.”
He matched his actions to his words, his fingers moving in tantalizing concert to pinch the aching peaks. As he rocked into me with agonizing slowness, his breath fanned over my throat, and I could feel the solidness of his chest at my back. I’d told him that I wanted fast and frenzied, but just now, I wasn’t going to complain.
“I want to make this last, but you’re driving me fucking insane.” His voice was muffled along my ear. “And I can’t deny that the idea of hearing you scream my name while I pound into you is just too tempting.”
I was going to answer as soon as my brain remembered how to put together sounds into words, but before I could figure that out, Max straightened, letting my torso drop onto the sofa back once again as his hands took hold of my hips. He lifted my ass a little higher and picked up speed, his cock plunging into me, the angle changing so that I soared high fast, hitting my pinnacle and coming so hard that my vision went black. I heard myself calling out his name, but he still didn’t stop.
When I could breathe again, Max grunted. “Not finished yet, baby. I want you ... like this now.” He withdrew and scooped up my boneless body, dumping me onto the wide, soft cushions of his oversized sofa. “Spread your legs wide. And bend your knees. I want to look into your gorgeous eyes when I come. I want you to feel every inch of me and know who’s fucking you senseless.”
I raised my bent knees until they were alongside my ears. Max leaned over me, bracing his arms on either side of my head, kissing my neck, my cheek and my eyes before he returned to my mouth, where he teased the corner with small touches of his tongue. When he finally sealed his lips across mine, I was almost dying to feel his kiss.
“Samantha.” My eyes fluttered open to gaze up into his. “What you said before about the dance being worth the pain? I’m not sure I’m totally on board with that, but right now ... whatever this is between us ... I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world. I’d stay here ... inside your body ... forever if I could.”
Unexpected tears burned my eyes. I knew this wasn’t a declaration of commitment or a proposal, but I had a hunch that it also went beyond the bounds of normal hook-up talk. Framing his face between my hands, I lifted my mouth to kiss him, exploring the inside of his lips with my tongue and sucking gently on his bottom lip before I released him.
“This is the kind of dance that makes everything else ... more beautiful. It helps us make sense of the insanity in the world.” I reached between my legs to close my fingers around his cock, its hard length slick with my own essence mingled with his. Max groaned, his eyes falling shut.
“God, your fingers on me ... I’d ask for your mouth, too, but I don’t think I can handle that this time.” A smile ghosted across his face. “We’ll save that for round two.”
Gladness welled up in me that he was already thinking beyond this moment. I rubbed my thumb over the head of his erection and then guided it to my swollen sex.
“I need you inside me again, Max. I’m empty without you.”
My words ignited a fire in him. He thrust hard, shifting so that one hand gripped my knee, pushing it even further back. The slight strain of that muscle, combined with his endless thrusting, drove me absolutely wild, and I matched his fervor, reveling in every sensation as my body went impossibly tight when the orgasm hit. I shattered into a million shining pieces.
