I cleared my throat as blood migrated to my crotch. “Tell Blade to go to his place so that I can take you to bed.”
She did, and the dog huffed but went over to a huge, plush dog bed set up under my big screen TV in the living room. I scooped Ida Jane into my arms, and she laughed as she squealed.
“I’ve gotten to hold you twice in ten minutes,” I said. “Your tits feel good against my chest.”
She rolled her eyes but looped her arms around my neck…making sure her rack pressed tighter against my pectorals.
“It’s about time for our wedding to be the real deal, Maxim.”
Chapter16
Ida Jane
Before Maxim, I’d always found intimacy intimidating and a little awkward.
His lips devoured mine as he kicked the bedroom door shut, and I couldn’t think, just feel. His tongue sank deep into my mouth as he lowered me to the bed. My clothes were gone before I realized he’d removed them, all while his hands romanced my body with such intensity that I couldn’t remember my name, let alone that I was self-conscious about the curve of my abdomen and the stretch marks on the sides of my boobs.
His clothes magically melted away and then Maxim was next to me on the bed. His skin was hot, like molten steel wrapped in smooth velvet. His chest had little hair, and his pectoral muscles were thick. I ran my fingertips down the ridges of his abdomen, marveling at the texture.
“You’ll stay here with me in this…our room, in our bed?” he asked.
I lifted my lids to meet his sultry gaze. “Yes, Maxim, I will.”
“And you’ll attend my games?” he asked.
I nodded. “As often as I can.”
His grin was breathtaking. “This truly is the best wedding night ever.”
He kissed me again and again, seeming to drug me with pleasure. One of his large hands slid from my chest to cup my booty. He gave it a firm squeeze before he trailed his fingertips along the back of my thigh and gripped my knee. He brought my leg over his thigh and scooted close so that his erection nestled between my wet folds, his mushroom head nudging my clit with each rock of his hips.
Oh, that felt good.Reallygood. I whimpered into his mouth as he suckled on my tongue before nipping at my lower lip. I shivered, aware that this man was playing my body, bringing me higher as pleasure sparkled under my skin and a deep ache built between my thighs. He slid that hand back up my leg to fondle my butt, something I never would have imagined finding sexy before. His hand slid upward, over my ribs and back to my breast.
Already, I knew Maxim was a boob man. He brought his other hand up so that his thumbs caressed my nipples, and his palms weighed my breasts. With a gentle nudge, he had me on my back, his larger body enveloping me. I loved how thick he was, and that he was so taken with my body. I kissed him with all those emotions, trying to let him know what this meant to me. My breath broke, and I tore my lips from his, gasping, as his cock snagged at my entrance.
“Please, Maxim.”
“Please what?” His voice was raspier than usual. More guttural. I loved that, too.
“I want you inside me.”
He dragged one of his hands down my side to tease my hip bone. He rested his palm on my wet folds, making my body quake with need. “My fingers?”
“No.”
“Then what do you want from me, Ida Jane Dolov? Tell me.”
He kissed my jaw line, my throat, nibbled at my ear. His palm slid upward, away from my sex. I whimpered.
“I…”
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” Maxim breathed into my ear. “I want to make this good for you.”
My cheeks burned. He wanted me to say it. Words I’d never said—words I never thought I’d say. They weren’t the words a good girl from West Texas ever uttered.
No, now I was amarriedwoman—married to a man who wanted to hear me beg for his dick. I sucked in a breath and stared into his eyes.
“I want you to shove your enormous cock inside me and make me come.”
