“Fuck, Ida Jane.” Maxim’s eyes widened. “That’shot.” He panted as his hips jerked forward, that big dick bumping into my lower lips and making us both moan. “Keep talking.”
“Only…only…oohh…if you do more ofthat.” He slid his erection into my sex. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his trim waist. Maxim had a hell of a booty, thanks to hours of skating. I planned to spend some time getting to know it well and soon.
Right now, though, I hoped he had stamina thanks to all those workouts because I was primed for one of those two-orgasm experiences I’d heard other women whisper about.
“Talk dirty to me, krasivaya,” Maxim growled. Warmth built in my chest even as desire gripped my core. “I love the words spilling from your sweet mouth. Tell me what you want.”
He slid inside me another small increment, and I trembled, arching off the bed. He nipped at my neck and continued to tease my entrance with shallow thrusts. I writhed, desperate for more of him, for more friction. I was losing my mind. My need to come overwhelmed my modesty and good sense. I’d never been so turned on—it was as if the hotter my body revved, the more it took over my mouth.
Maxim thrust a little harder, a little deeper,almostrelieving the building tension. His eyes narrowed as an intense expression enveloped his face. He stared at me, consumed by me as I was by his thick muscles and girthy cock.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Dick me harder…oh, yes, yes, yes!” He slammed his hips against my pelvis, finally giving me the fucking I craved. “More, Maxim. Harder.”
Pleas poured from my lips as he shifted so that he was on his knees and could power into me. I took and quaked and was desperate for more. Sweat bloomed across my skin and his, and I gripped his biceps with my hands, nails digging in as I held on, giving as good as I got.
Waves of pleasure that built with each hard thrust crashed over me, stealing my breath. He continued his pounding, even as I rose higher, toward another peak of ecstasy.
“You know just how to use your…ooooh!”
I screamed, my voice hoarse as I begged him for more, harder. His cock thickened, making each rock of his hips rub against my inner nerves. With a hissed curse followed by a deep groan, he slammed into me, his lower abdominals pressing against my clit. He jerked as he came, his hands releasing my thighs to stutter up next to my shoulders. He ground his cock deeper, and I tumbled over that perilous precipice into a clutch of pleasure.
After a few moments, he rolled, his large hands at my waist, keeping us connected.
“You, Ida Jane, have an assertive streak.”
I buried my head against his chest as my cheeks flamed.
He lifted a hand and clasped my chin, forcing me to look at him. He brushed his nose along the side of mine.
“I don’t know what came over me. I lost myself.”
“I loved it. Adored hearing you beg me for more.” He grinned, bright and shinier than a new penny. “My woman’s a dirty talker when I dick her hard enough.”
At my wide eyes, he chuckled and kissed me.
“Bet you can’t make me do that again,” I whispered against his lips.
“Oh, Ida Jane, you gotta know I’m accepting that challenge.” With a whoop he rolled us to our sides, his hands running from my hips to my ribs, to claim a breast in each hand. “So pretty. They fit just right.” He massaged my flesh, and I clutched him, throwing my leg over his hip and rubbing against his growing erection.
And Maxim proved that my dirty talk was not a one-time thing.
* * *
Maxim
I spentthe rest of Saturday and most of Sunday with Ida Jane in bed naked, and it was better than any fantasy I could have conjured. After an intense session with her straddling my lap, facing away so that I had access to her supple back and sweet ass, she collapsed next to me, her body shivering with the after-effects of her orgasm and overworked muscles.
I smirked at her relaxed expression. Post-coital looked good on her. Very good.
A faint whine came from the other side of the door.
“Oh my gosh, Blade!” Ida Jane rolled off the bed in a tumble of limbs and stumbled to her feet, still unsteady. My smirk grew into a full-blown smile of satisfaction as I rose, scratching my hip. “I’ll let him out and get him fed. Why don’t you head into the bathroom and start the tub?”
She changed directions carefully, which let me know she was sore and exhausted. I whipped on a pair of gym shorts and opened the door. Blade sat politely in the hall, his bulk blocking most of the space, tongue lolling. His brown eyebrows rose before he turned and headed back toward the living room, his tail swishing behind him.
“You got it, buddy. Pee break.”
