“What if I don’t?” he asked, his eyebrows quirking up.
I touched my clit, closing my eyes and releasing a moan. The sensation stopped as soon as it started. Max’s hand pressed against mine and effectively halted any movement.
I lifted my eyes to his, the greens blazing. I loved this side of him, the side that took control. The Max that didn’t let me make decisions, didn’t let me dig too far inside my head.
“Well, if you don’t, then I guess I’ll just make myself come,” I taunted, watching his eyes darken.
“Don’t get too big for your britches.”
I tried to move my fingers beneath his hand, raising an eyebrow in challenge. He lifted my hand and dropped it unceremoniously on the bed next to me; I tried not to smile in response.
“I have one, but don’t touch yourself. Hear me?” He looked at me sternly, all Alpha male, until I raised my hands over my head. Satisfied, he grabbed my panties and pulled them slowly down my legs, tossing them on the floor. He walked to his nightstand and didn’t say a word as he rolled the protection down his length.
He climbed back on the bed, hovering over me. I ran my hands down his back, his muscles flexing against my touch, turning me on even more.
“I want to be right here when I go inside you,” he whispered, his face inches from mine. “I want to see the pleasure on your face and hear the little noises you make. I love watching you respond to me.” He pressed his lips softly to mine. “I love making you feel good.”
I could feel him at my opening. Just as I registered it, he pushed his way inside, parting me in one heavy move. The feeling of being empty to being completely full in one second was overwhelming. I moaned as I relished the feeling of being stretched and then the sensation of him pulling back out and then pressing into me again.
“Max,” I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head.
He thrust into me again, wrapping one hand through my hair and placing his other arm under my neck, holding me still. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we found a delicious rhythm. He lowered his face the remaining distance and kissed me, his mouth soft and delicate, a fierce opposition to the hard and bold movement below. His cock built me up physically, bringing me closer to an orgasm with every thrust. His tongue parted my lips and worshipped me, licking and sucking and causing all of my senses to misfire.
I tightened my legs, feeling the rise and then the explosion. I broke the kiss and yelled, my orgasm hitting me hard. I shook from the force, too overwhelmed by bliss to care that Max was watching my reaction. He continued to stroke in and out, milking my climax for all it was worth.
I opened my eyes, my lids heavy, to see him smiling.
“Was that as good as it looked?” he asked, a smirk planted across his gorgeous face.
I let my eyes adjust back to the light, my body tingling with the aftershocks. “I don’t know what it looked like, but it felt amazing.”
“I could watch it over and over again,” he whispered. “That one, sweetheart, was for me. This one is for you.”
My belly clenched as he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach in an instant. He grabbed my legs and jerked my feet to the floor, slamming into me before I knew what was happening. He grabbed a mess of my hair, pushing my head down into the bed.
“Damn it,” he groaned, smashing his body into mine.
I felt my own wetness slide down my legs as he built me up again. I dug my hands into the blankets, knowing that the orgasm coming would be one I needed to hold on for. I always came better this way. It was less personal, less attached. It was fucking at its simplest and what this relationship with Max was supposed to be.
Carnal. Raw. Hedonistic.
He drove into me, attuned, as always, to my body. I braced myself as I hit the peak and toppled over the edge. “Max!” I yelled, pressing myself back against his cock.
He grabbed ahold of my hips to keep me in place. He buried himself inside me and held me down as he released himself, a growl escaping the back of his throat.
I barely registered the sound, but the vibrations of his voice pulled at my core like they always did. It was the low, sexy timbre that caught my attention the first time. But it sure as hell isn’t what kept it.
I lay lifelessly against the sheets as he pulled out. The bed shifted as Max got up. I heard him rummaging around the room, the door opening and Titus running down the hallway. Before I knew it, Max picked me up, cradling me in his arms, and climbed across the bed. He lay me against the pillows and stretched out beside me, pulling the blanket across our bodies.
I squeezed my eyes closed, fully spent. He pulled me against his side, tucking me up against him like he did every night, and kissed the top of my head. As I dozed off, I heard him whisper, “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
KARI