He lowers his full weight onto me, and when I grab his ass with both hands and squeeze, he growls against my mouth and pushes his hand between us, using strong pianist’s fingers to make me arch even more. The rush of sensation is so fast and powerful, the room spins around me. Low grunts and long moans fill the air as we work our way around each other’s bodies, exploring all of the places we’ve been dreaming about.
As he grinds against me, his muscles ripple beneath my hands, and I can feel the shape of him beneath his underwear sliding hard against me. He’s a big guy, and his weight makes me struggle for breath, but I love the feeling. He circles his pelvis. and I wrap my legs around his hips to urge him closer. He’s so hard that every pass of him over my clit makes me gasp and plead for more.
“Eden.” There’s a world of need in his voice as he pulls off my T-shirt and starts on my bra. “Put your hands on me. Now.”
I reach between us and slide my hand into his underwear. He stops dead the moment I palm him and curl my fingers around his erection. “Like this?”
He holds himself off the bed, and as I stroke him and revel in the feel of him, the expression on his face screams of pleasure so extreme, it’s almost painful to experience. “Exactly like that.” He squeezes his eyes shut and hisses out a breath. “This is you first warning that I’m going to need to be inside of you soon, or I’m going to lose my mind.”
“That works for me.”
He makes a dark noise before yanking off my panties. And then when I’m totally naked and exposed to him more than I’ve ever been to any man, he kneels above me and looks down in such wonder, it makes my heart ache.
“You are ... God, Eden. I don’t have the words. And I’ve been fantasizing about doing this for way too long.”
Without giving me any time to respond, he pushes my knees open and sinks his head down between my legs. Then there’s no way I can stay lucid, because his mouth is on me, and all I can do is throw my head back and groan as he gives me pleasure like I’ve never known.
Some men treat going down on a woman like it’s a chore. They’ll do it if they have to, but it’s not the first choice in their sexual toolkit. However, the way Max is moving his mouth across me? It’s like he’s starving to death, and I’m the first decent meal he’s had in years. Every time I don’t think he can make more pleasure jolt through to my spine, he does.
I reach behind me and curl my fingers around the cast iron headboard as I stare up at the ceiling. And when it’s all too much for even that, I squeeze my eyes shut as he closes his hands over my hips and pulls me more firmly onto his face.
Oh, sweet holy Hercules.
I can’t. I can’t deal with anymore. I think I start pleading with him, but whatever I’m saying is a blur.
My rambling seems to spur him on, and when he groans against me, the first tendrils of my orgasm curl and twist low and deep. I squeeze my eyes shut as the pulses come faster, gaining power as they go.
“Jesus ... Max.”
I’m flying so close to the edge, it would be easy to fall apart on his mouth, but I don’t want that. This is the first time I’ve ever slept with someone I love, and I want him to be a part of me when he makes me come for the first time.
“Max ...” When the pleading tone in my voice doesn’t stop him, I reach down and slide my fingers into his hair before pulling his head up until he looks at me. “I need you inside. Please.”
He climbs back up the bed, and I push him onto his back, so I can pull off his underwear. After I tug them down and throw them onto the floor, I see him for the first time, and dear God ... he’s beautiful. I touch the silken skin, tracing the long, thick shape of him. He makes tight noises in his throat but doesn’t stop me.
This isn’t something I do. I barely look at the men I sleep with, because they’re a means to an end. I don’t really care what they look like or whether they’re hung like a horse or not. But with Max, everything matters, because every part of him turns me on. Yes, his cock is beautiful, but so is his heart and mind. Who he is matters to me more than what he looks like, and that’s why he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever known. His incredible body is just a bonus.
I want to taste every sweet inch of him. I want to discover which parts will make him groan and which will make him swear when I suck on them. I want to taste his pecs and abs, and sink my teeth into tight bands of muscles around his arms.
But right now, I’m savoring the hard shape of him inside my mouth, the taste of him on the back of my tongue, the sweet, tortured sounds he makes as I take him as deep as I can, time and again.
“Fuck ... Eden.” I add my hand, twisting in tandem with my mouth. He fists his fingers in my hair, forcing me to slow down. “Wait. Please ... just ... Dammit. Get up here.”
With a low growl, he pulls me up until I’m straddling him, and he kisses me deeply before reaching into the nightstand for a condom. I take it from him, and he caresses my thighs as I make quick work of rolling it on.
When I’m done, I kiss him and reach down to align us.
He takes hold of my hips as I press against him, waiting for me to be ready. Letting me take the lead despite how much I can feel him wanting to take control.
“This is new for me,” he says, reaching up to cup my breasts. “Every single thing I’ve done with you over the past few days has been new. I’ve never felt this way before.”
“Me, neither.”
I hover above him for a few seconds as I realize there’s no going back from this. Once we’ve taken this final step, I’ll be ruined for all other men. He knows it, too, and he gazes up at me with raw adoration.
“I won’t hurt you, Eden. I promise. I want this more than you can possibly know.”
Even if I had second thoughts, that would haven banished them. I watch his face when I slowly sink down, taking inch by delicious inch. The pressure of him filling me is so exquisite, it makes my mouth drop open. His jaw drops too, but his eyes stay locked onto mine. And then, as I settle onto his hips and fully surround him, a look of immense awe blooms on his face. I have no idea what my expression is, because I can’t make sense of what I’m feeling; relief, arousal, gratitude, wonder–all of it twists inside of me as I pull up and then sink down again.
Dear God. Yes.
This is a feeling I never knew existed. The pleasure is amplified and powered by something deeper. Something that infuses my soul as well as my body.
Max pushes his head back into the pillow and holds onto my hips while I ride him, and I’ve never seen a more glorious man in all my life. I pick up speed, following the rhythm of my pounding blood, and as Max winds tighter and tighter, his face changes. All of a sudden, he’s looking at me with raw hunger, and lightning fast, he flips me onto my back and takes over.
“You feel goddamn incredible,” he says, thrusting deep and hard, exactly how I need it right now. “Christ, Eden ... how can you feel this good?”