“Nora,” he looks at me with pupils dilated, his voice tight with need. “I want to fuck you.”
His hand moves, his fingers skimming the edge of my bra, teasing the lace. “But I need to hear you say it, Nora. What do you want?”
I swallow hard, my body thrumming with need. “I want you. All of you.”
16
MAX
A Virgin No More
Idon’t hesitate. Her breath hitches when my palm closes over her breast, thumb circling the peak through lace. The sound shoots straight to my core—raw, electric. She arches into my touch and a quiet moan drifts up; I nearly cave at the sweetness of it.
I coax her to roll beneath me, and when our eyes lock the room tilts. Gone is the calm, methodical massage therapist; what’s staring back at her is the part of me that’s hungry, primal—borderline feral with need. She lifts a hand, fingers brushing my cheek, and any last restraint snaps.
I claim her mouth—deep, searching, tasting. My fingers find the bra clasp; a practiced flick and it falls away with a soft snap. I drag my lips down her throat, savoring her pulse under skin that’s impossibly warm. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur against her collarbone, voice thick with want.
My hands keep traveling, skimming the waistband of her skirt. I pause, give her the space to change her mind. “May I?”
She nods, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, and I slide my hand higher, my fingers brushing the edge of her panties. She’s wet, so wet, and I groan, my cock twitching in anticipation. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down slowly, and she lifts her hips to help me, her eyes still closed as if she’s afraid to watch.
“Open your eyes, Nora,” I command, my voice firm but gentle. “Look at me.”
She obeys, her gaze meeting mine, and I see the desire there, mixed with a hint of fear. I give her a soft smile, brushing her hair back from her face. “Trust me,” I say. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
She swallows, her throat working as she nods, and I slide down the bed, kneeling between her legs. Her skirt is bunched around her waist, her panties discarded on the floor, and I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her. Her thighs are parted, her pussy glistening in the dim light, and I can’t wait any longer.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I murmur, my hands resting on her knees. “So perfect.”
She blushes, her eyes dropping to the floor, and I lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh. Her skin is warm, her muscles trembling, and I take my time, kissing and nipping my way up, savoring the taste of her. She’s sweet, intoxicating, and I can feel her tension building, her breath hitching as I get closer to her core.
“Max,” she whispers, her hands clutching the sheets. “I—”
“Shh,” I cut her off, my lips brushing against her clit. “Just feel it, Nora. Let go.”
She gasps, her head falling back as I flick my tongue over her, slow and deliberate. Her pussy is hot, wet, and I groan, my hands gripping her thighs as I delve deeper, lapping at her with long, slow strokes.She’s tight, so tight, and I can feel her walls clenching around my tongue, her juices flooding my mouth.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I mutter, my voice muffled against her. “So sweet, so fucking sweet.”
She moans, her hips bucking against my mouth, and I grin, my hands holding her steady as I suck her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. She’s responsive, so responsive, and I can feel her building, her body tensing as she teeters on the edge.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my fingers digging into her thighs. “Let it go, baby. Come for me.”
She cries out, her back arching as she shudders, her pussy pulsing around my tongue. I drink her in, savoring the taste of her release, the way she trembles and gasps as she rides out her orgasm. Her hands tangle in my hair, her nails scraping my scalp, and I hum, the vibration sending shivers through her.
“Max,” she pants, her voice breathless. “Oh God, Max.”
I pull back, kissing my way up her body, and she collapses onto the bed, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. I hover over her, my hands bracing on either side of her head, and she looks up at me, her eyes glazed with desire.
“How was that?” I ask, my voice rough with need.
She smiles, her fingers tracing the lines of my jaw. “Amazing,” she whispers. “But still not enough.”
I chuckle, a low, dirty sound, and slide my hand between her thighs. She’s wet, so wet, and I groan, my thumb pressing against her clit. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”
She whimpers, her hips bucking into my touch. “Yes… please…”
I smirk, my fingers teasing her entrance. “You’re so wet, Nora. So fucking wet for me.”
