He grabbed my arm and guided me over him. I bent down and kissed him tenderly while his thumbs found the hem of my lace panties. He slipped them over my hips and I wiggled my way out of them. Without thinking another thought, I let him guide me over his erection, one knee on each side of him, and felt every blessed inch work its way into my body.
I pressed my hands on his shoulders and let myself get accustomed to his size. Max brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes and smiled. Something was different this time, some unspoken thing that made it seem almost like the first time, but in a less animalistic way. Maybe it was the air. Maybe it was the fact that we were in the middle of a backyard. Maybe it was the moonlight. Whatever it was, it was welcome.
I began working myself up and down, swiveling my hips at the bottom for the friction that I loved. I closed my eyes as we found our rhythm, his large, calloused hands finding my breasts. He squeezed them, the tenderness in such contrast to the hardness of his skin making my senses go into over drive. I picked up the pace, bouncing up and down. He worked his hips, meeting me stroke for orgasmic stroke.
I tossed my head back towards the sky, the cool air making my nipples go hard. Max rolled one between his fingers, his other hand finding my clit. It was too much.
“Max . . .” I warned, sucking in a breath, preparing myself for the sensory burst that was coming.
He grabbed my hips and dug his fingers into my skin, his eyes squeezing shut. I felt the building of my orgasm coming fast and hard. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of my body, the roughness of his fingertips, and the coolness of the air all added up quickly.
“Kari, if you don’t stop, it’s gonna be over for me,” he said through clenched teeth.
“It’s okay,” I said through staggered breaths, letting myself fall over the edge. “Max!” I sat down hard, rolling my hips, his size preventing much movement, but every flicker sent yet another spike to my climax, another hit to my high.
He squeezed his hands into my hips, his cock painting the walls of my body with its own orgasm. He groaned roughly, his voice as jagged as my own breath. As my body began to calm, the colors fading and my muscles calming, I laid forward onto his chest.
He stroked my back and I nuzzled into him, his touch coupled with the temperature sending chills down my back. “We better get you inside,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.
“I don’t wanna move,” I said, my voice devoid of energy.
“I know, babe. But we can’t lay out here all night.”
I listened to the wind whirl around the trees, the crickets singing their happy tune, and regardless of what Max said, I could’ve stayed out there all night.
I could’ve stayed out there forever.
MAX
Kari came out of the bedroom wrapped up in a big green robe. The color of it made her eyes look like gemstones, all sparkly and clear. The trip to Payson had done exactly what I wanted it to—it made her relax. It cut through the shit that drove her crazy, it took away all the triggers that made her think for whatever reason that things would go south between us.
It showed her that she and I were right together.
While she took a long bubble bath to warm back up, I jumped in the shower in Cane’s bedroom. I dressed quickly in a pair of black athletic pants and a white t-shirt. Not what I had planned, but I was panicking a little.
How am I gonna convince her when she says no? How am I gonna make her see that this is gonna happen?
I had grabbed the two boxes out of my suitcase and tucked them behind the boxes of Fruity Pebbles Cane had in the pantry. I lit a couple of candles and sat them on the edge of the fireplace, along with some wine in my new 180 red plastic cups. I was standing at the fireplace, trying to convince myself not to blow my plan to smithereens. I tried to talk myself out of grabbing her and just getting to the point.
She deserves more than that. Calm the fuck down. This will work out.
Dear God, please let this work out.
She took in the scene around her as she walked towards me, a grin on her face. Her hair was wet and brushed back off her face and she didn’t have a spec of makeup on.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I said, holding her face in my hands. I stroked her cheeks with my thumbs, the smoothness of her skin gliding beneath mine.
“Have you looked in the mirror lately?” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me sweetly on the lips. “I love it here. If I was Jada, I’d have Cane just move here.” She turned and sat on the sofa. I picked up a cup and handed it to her. “In a red cup. Why am I not surprised?” she giggled.
“Cane doesn’t have any wine glasses up here. I wish it were in a real glass-”
“No, you don’t,” she laughed.
I shrugged and took a sip, the pink liquid tasting overly sweet. “How do you feel?”
She leaned her head against the cushion, a look of contentment on her face. “I feel great. Relaxed.” She raised her head and smiled at me. “Happy.”