He liked to make them fall. If they weren’t a challenge, they didn’t interest him.
He liked towin.
Dree started to use her toes to pry her shoes off her feet, but Maxence told her, “The corset first. Leave the shoes on.”
Dree reached around her back, her elbows akimbo and biting her lower, red lip. “I can’t get this off.”
Maxence lowered his voice and said, “Come here. Turn around.”
She did, and Maxence took a long look at her curves from her shoulders to her waist and then outward over her hips, frankly female and gorgeous.
The bow at the top of the back of the corset had become knotted, and Maxence carefully picked it apart and then drew the silken ribbons through each of the wire grommets until the corset loosened.Oh, God, yes.
The silk loosened, and it fell away from her creamy skin.
She grabbed it with her hands and held it to her chest.
Maxence told her, “Let it fall.”
She did, but she let it fall slowly.
Maxence appreciated it even more.
She stood in front of him, her glorious breasts free, still wearing little satin ribbons that held her stockings up and those sexy high heels.
He couldn’t help himself any longer. He reached with his hands for her hips and drew Dree toward him, his lips meeting the soft skin of her chest and then angling to kiss her neck.
Her soft moan encouraged him, and Maxence turned her to lie down on the bed and clambered over her, kissing her mouth and running his hands over her curves.
Within minutes, she was panting and nipping his neck when he gave her room to lift her head. Every time she took a breath her body heaved toward his, and he reached down to take her breasts in his mouth and suckle them.
Her hands were threading through his hair and fluttering over the skin on his back. He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head so he could kiss her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth and licking her until she was gasping and trying to twist her arms away from him.
He released her hands for just a moment to tongue farther down her body and run his mouth between her legs. He pushed her knees aside, French-kissing her deeply and sucking on her clit.
Her gasps became sharper, but he didn’t want to let her release too soon. He wanted to be inside her when she came.
He backed off, keeping her legs apart so that she couldn’t find relief from his torment. She was reaching for him, begging for him, but he captured her hands and pinned them above her head again.
“You like to hold me down, don’t you?” Dree groaned.
Oh, she had no idea.
He kissed her and made her wait some more, tweaking her nipples with the fingers of his other hand, while she writhed on the bed and her hands twisted in his, trying to get free.
When he thought he had her absolutely at the peak of frenzy, he slowly pressed himself inside of her, making her wait even for his full length.
The heat and slickness of her body as he pushed in was almost too much for him.
He gritted his teeth and slowed further.
Her body bucked underneath him, but Maxence pulled away, holding her back.
Slower.
Maybe minutes later, maybe hours, he was trembling from restraining himself. He continued to move slowly, torturing her by inches, not giving her the satisfaction she wanted until she was on the brink of madness.
Closer.
