“Rach?” Max’s voice was uncertain as she sat back and watched him with utter appreciation for his face and form. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
“Tonight is my night, Max,” she said with a confident grin. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t the last time you’ll make an ass of yourself, so I think when you do, you have to cede the sexual power to me. When you make me crazy like you did today, I think I’ll just take the reins, and we’ll see how you like me torturing you.”
“Torture?”
She sighed, sure of the fact that he wasn’t going to fight her. He looked slightly nervous, not like a man at the end of his patience. “Yes, Max. You tortured me yesterday. You kissed me until I begged you to fuck me. I cried for it. I think I’d like to return the favor.”
All the air seemed to leave his body. “Okay.”
“Good.” She noticed the heat in the room. It was getting hotter by the second. “Stroke yourself, Max.”
His hand cupped his erection. He started at the tip where, Rachel noted with wide eyes, he already had pre-cum dripping from the slit of his cock. He spread the opaque liquid on his palm and stroked from the head to the base. Rachel let out a long breath. His cock was gorgeous. It was big and now had a purple cast to it as his hand glided over and over. The bulbous head gave way to a long shaft with one strong vein running the full length to his tight balls. Rachel wanted to run her tongue along the straining ridge of that vein to feel it pulsing in her mouth. She wanted to cup his balls and feel them tighten, waiting to shoot off.
He continued to pump his cock in his fist, never taking his eyes off her. Rachel wanted to watch him come. This man tore away all her defenses and inhibitions. Somehow, things that would feel dirty or perverse with another man seemed very loving with Max. A forbidden image entered her mind. Rye could be standing beside Max, stroking himself for her pleasure. She would get down on her knees between them and lick those hard cocks in turn.
“Rachel, baby, if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m gonna come,” Max pleaded. He didn’t stop what he was doing. If anything, he picked up the pace.
Rachel pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Her bra, sneakers, and jeans came next. Max watched her with hooded eyes, and Rachel realized he was getting very close to blowing. When she was in nothing but a pair of white cotton undies, she sank to her knees in front of him.
“Max, I want to taste you, and then I want you to come all over my chest. Can you do that for me?” Her mouth was already leaning toward his purple, desperate dick.
“Fuck, yeah.” Max replied.
She didn’t touch him with anything except the tip of her tongue. She reached out and swiped that delicious salty drop off the slit of his cock, her tongue briefly pushing inside. It seemed to break something in Max.
“Lean back, baby,” he ordered, panting as he reached the critical stage.
Rachel leaned back, giving him a perfect target. She watched his beautiful face contort as he started to come. His cheeks flushed and his mouth opened, emitting a long, harsh groan as he covered her breasts with his cum. Rachel felt a rush of satisfaction. He was hers. In that moment, she wasn’t thinking about running or hiding or the danger that was still out there. She was in awe of the sensuality she’d discovered and the man who’d shown her how hot she could be. Unselfconsciously, she put on a show for her lover. She rubbed his seed across the soft skin of her chest making sure she coated her nipples with it.
Even though he’d just blown his cum all over her, Rachel saw that his dick was getting hard again.
“God, Rachel, you’re so sexy,” he breathed, watching her with rapt attention.
Rachel laid back. The hard wood of the floor didn’t bother her. She had other things on her mind. Her underwear was soaking wet. “Then you should get down here, Max.” She played with her nipples, making sure they were pouty and ripe. “I want you to taste yourself on me.”
He fell on her like a starving man. His lips found her nipples, and he quickly sucked the cum off them. He pulled one into his mouth and bit down gently, just to the point of pain. Rachel thought she would come then and there. It was like his mouth had found a path from her nipples to her womb. Her legs moved restlessly beneath him. He lavished attention on her breasts, sucking and biting. While he laved one with his tongue, he pinched the other between his fingers, never letting up on the stimulation.
“Max,” she said, unable to take another second, “fuck me.”
Max looked up from her chest and smiled. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. “Yes, ma’am.”
Rachel pushed her hips up to slide her undies off, but Max had a quicker solution. He reached down and ripped them off her hips. He tossed them aside. He searched out his pants and pulled a condom out of his pocket. He slid it over his cock in one smooth move. Then, to her surprise, he laid back on the floor, offering himself up to her. His cock twitched, already hot and thick again.
“Max?” Now it was her turn to sound unsure.
“I’m here for your pleasure, baby,” Max said. “Take me any way you want me. If you want, I’ll take over and fuck you senseless, but I thought you might like to be in control.”
Rachel straddled his lean hips. She let her hands explore his chest while she settled against him. “You’re just about perfect, Maxwell Harper.”
He laughed ruefully. “You didn’t think that when you were giving me hell, Rach.” He reached up to cup her face, and his eyes got very serious. “I love you, Rachel Swift. I’ll always give you what you need.”
Her heart seized as she realized she loved him, too. God, she was in love. She couldn’t say it, though. It was too new and too fragile. All she could do was lean over and kiss him with everything she had. After a moment, she drew herself back up and guided his rock hard cock to her soaking slit and let gravity do its work.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.” He moaned as she lowered herself onto him.
“I love how big you are, Max,” she replied, knowing he liked to talk during sex. When he’d made love to her the first time, he kept telling her how hot she was and how much she pleased him. She loved that. “I love how you fill me up.” She bit her lip as he did just that. He flexed his hips up and hit that spot deep inside she didn’t even realize existed before Max showed it to her.
Max’s hands were gripping her hips, guiding her as she rode him. His eyes were on her. She was rapidly discovering Max wasn’t a man to close his eyes and enjoy. He wanted to watch.
“And I love the way your tits bounce, baby. It gets me so fucking hot watching you ride me.”
Rachel ground her clit on his pelvic bone just as his cock glided over her G-spot. “Oh, God,” she moaned as heat and friction exploded from her pussy, coating her entire body with fiery pleasure. She gave herself over to Max’s guiding hands as she enjoyed the orgasm blooming across her senses. Max groaned and slammed his hips up one last time. He held her waist tightly as he came.
Rachel fell forward, her head hitting Max’s chest. His arms wound protectively around her as their bodies slowly came down from the high of making love. Rachel loved this part, too. She loved the peace she felt as he hugged her to him. There was only one small thing missing, but Rachel refused to think about Rye Harper.
Max chuckled as his hands rubbed across her back soothingly. He was warm, and he made her feel warm, too. “And to think I made you a nice dinner, and all you wanted was sex. I feel so used.”