"Please." I wriggle around in front of him, knowing quite well my bum is brushing against his groin. My heart is beating so fast, I can't relax, and I think I may have drank way too much.
"No," he mumbles. "Another time... sleeping."
"Please? I can't sleep."
"That's because you drank half a bottle of port."
"Please."
"Fuck. Fine." He exhales against my shoulder, the heat of his breath cascading down my back. "I was in the alleyway next to Gyspy's?—"
"What? We first spoke at my birthday?"
"Yeah.But I noticed you before your birthday. Don't interrupt. You were picking up Flick or something, and you must have come straight from ballet because you were in this pink leotard. You were leaning against your car with your ankles crossed and wearing these clunky red sneakers that were way too big for your feet."
"Momma said my shoes would take me anywhere. Momma said they're my magic shoes." I begin to laugh deep from my belly. His silence makes my cheeks burn though, so I stop. "Seriously?Forrest Gump?" I giggle nervously. I imaginehim wrestling with a smile now. "Don't stop. You know I'm weird. Tell me the rest. What did you think of me?"
He clears his throat. "I just wanted to stick my tongue in you that night. I thought that if pink had a taste, that's what you’d taste like. Why wear anything? Those leotards are like spray paint."
I grin into the pillow. "You remember what I was wearing?”
"When a hot girl is half-naked on the street, I usually remember that.”
I giggle. "Whatever.You like me."
He pulls me in tighter and rests his chin on my head. "Yes, Cassidy. Let me sleep now."
Lazy love
I'm wrappedin Max's warm body with his erection pressing against my lower back. His fingers move between my thighs and push inside me. I'm somewhere between awake and asleep. He fingers me slowly. Leisurely. My breathing gets heavier and his tongue licks my earlobe. My body opens for him.
"I won't see you much today," he says, his breath feathering down my neck.
"I know."
I hum as foil crinkles and he shuffles around behind me. He reaches between my thighs and positions his penis between my lips. His erection slowly slides into me. He groans low and long as he grinds deeper, pushing farther. The pressure between my thighs is consuming, yet tender. His fingers are unhurried as they touch me everywhere.
"Beautiful," he murmurs. "Every fucking inch of you. Petite. Perfectly curved. Perfect tits. Fuck me, I just want to eat every part of you..."
"I thinkyou'rebeautiful," I moan, quivering within hisarms and hands. His hips roll against my backside, his penetration gradual and deep. Moans vibrate in my throat as I fist my pillow. His girth forces me to part my thighs and I hook my leg behind his knee, allowing for full-length thrusts. I'm so full of him.
"It should have been like this for your first time."
I breathe. "I like my first time."
"I was rough."
"You weren't."
Fingers move into my mouth and I suck on them in a slow, lavish motion.
We make love lazily all morning.
Afterwards, we wash each other in the shower. I wrap myself in a robe and help Max into his tailed charcoal suit, black shirt, and black tie. My chest feels so full as I reach around his waist to thread his belt and buckle it up. He watches as I dress him with a smile on my face.
He sits down to pull his shoes on. There's a tight line between his brows as he laces them, an internal weight upon his shoulders.
I sit on the edge of the bed. "What is it?"
