The performance begins with curiosity. Naivety. It's sweet and quirky. The girl matures throughout the sequence, learning fast. It then quickly picks up as she falls in love. It's at this stage, while in a dizzying spell of euphoria, I complete Aurora's twenty-five fouettés, my eyes always finding Max between each spin.
My Max
I'malone backstage on the floor in my white leotard, unwrapping the silk of my pointe shoes and sliding them off, when I hear Max's deep voice. "That's the first time I've seen what you do."
I peer up at him as he approaches in tan chinos and a navy shirt that’s snug around his thick shoulders, chest, and biceps. His sleeves are rolled above his elbows. His collar is open.
My lips part at the sight of him. "You scrub up, don't you?"
"I didn’t realise I ever scrubbed down," he says, stopping in front of me.
I quickly pull my shoes off and stand up. "You were definitely scrubbed down when I left you this morning."
"Speaking of which, I didn’t like waking up without you there."
I peer up at him through false lashes and shimmering eye shadow. "I had to practise."
He shoves his hands into his pockets, studying my face. "Don’t do that again."
I fiddle with the hem of my leotard skirt. "Max, I have things I need to do."
"Don’t do that again." He grins at me and then circles my body, raking in my outfit. "Next time, wake me." He brushes his fingers along the silk of my skirting. "Look at you."
I follow him with my eyes, but don't turn, letting him move behind me and around again. "Stop it."
He chuckles. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any cuter."
I bite my lip to stop from beaming at him. "Stop it."
"I'd fuck you right here if I thought I could keep you quiet."
I cover my mouth, but part my fingers enough to talk through them. "Am I noisy?"
His face lights up. "Oh, fuck yeah."
Both palms meet my face. "Oh my God."
He peels away my fingers and then bands one arm around my waist. The other grips the nape of my neck. "Oh myMax.God has nothing to do with this."
I laugh loudly and he presses his lips to mine. His grip on me tightens as his mouth moves hungrily around my face and neck. He scoops me up so I can straddle his hips with my legs. My arms feed up through his hair.
He walks me into a wall, caging me inside his arms. Instantly, I'm moaning. He stills. Then with a slow smile, he covers my mouth with his big hand, smothering my sounds of pleasure. His fingers rip through my stockings, slide under my leotard and push up inside me. My body tightens with desire, fingers digging into his shoulders and legs tensing around his hips.
My eyes squeeze shut as he presses me harder into thewall, moving his fingers in deeper. Groans come from my throat, so he tightens his hand around my mouth. He kisses my nose and eyes and forehead as he starts to really penetrate me. His hips move with the rhythm of his fingers as if it's his penis inside me. My thighs begin to shake. I open my eyes and look into his. They are only inches from mine, dark and determined.
He moves his mouth to my ear. "This is the sweetest pussy I've ever touched."
I tremble. He licks my ear and neck as his fingers curl inside me and my internal muscles rub against them.
"Fuck," he bites out. "You make me ache."
My breasts are hot from the friction against his chest and my insides are aching from his touch. He slides his fingers in and out, up to my clit, and back inside me again. His tongue and mouth are all over my neck and ear. My senses are drenched in Max Butcher.
I buck against him, my breaths hard and fast.
"Good girl," he rasps. "You know what you want now. Take it." Pressure builds through my spine. I blink at him. A tear beads in the corner of my eye as the sensation builds through me and with a final jerk of my hips, I explode over his fingers.
He continues to move them inside me until I'm sated and weak.
