She nodded, still breathless. He moved his hand back down, through her soft curls, just above her clit. He made slow, easy circles as the last remnants of laughter shifted to something hotter.
“Here’s what you say to me.Have you imagined my lips around your cock?And fuck, yes, I have.”
His fingers circled her clit as he spoke, and she moved her hips against his touch.
“Yes, Max.” Never had he heard hotter words than the ones coming from Natasha’s lips right now.
“Next choice, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You want me standing up? Sitting down? Lying down?”
“You’re sitting down on a chair. A kitchen chair,” she said, her voice coming between soft pants. “And I’m on my knees.”
“Oh, yeah,” he bit out. He took a deep breath, getting his cock under control. “I take your hand, and we walk into your kitchen. I tell you I want to sit down because I’m so fucking worked up, so I pull out a chair.”
“Mmm...” Natasha hummed with pleasure, and Max thrust his hips against her, gritting his teeth against the urge to do it again and again. But not yet.
“You kneel in front of me. And I sayYou want to take it out? You want to suck me off?And you say yes.”
His voice was getting lower, rougher, and the need to satisfy them both was taking over. “You unzip my pants and pull down my boxers, and I sit in the chair and spread my legs. You look at my cock the way you look at everything, studying it, sizing it up, taking it in. And my hands are fisted by now because your mouth is so close to my dick that I can feel your breaths, and it’s driving me fucking mad. But I wait.”
She let out a moan. His fingers dipped down into the delicious wetness he was dying to taste.
“Now you have one last choice in this story. What do I say next?”
Oh, the sounds she was making, her raspy breaths and her little pants and moans. Goddamn, this was pushing his own limits.
“I could order you to suck my cock,” he whispered in her ear. “I could tell you I like it hard and deep. I could take your hair in my hand and tell you I’ve been thinking about fucking your mouth all night. Giving you a mouthful.”
She whimpered. Yeah, she liked that. But there was another option, one that he suspected might ring even truer. Her body was tense, taut. Like she was as enthralled with this story as he was. Time for option number two.
“Or I could look down at you, push the hair off your face,” he said, running his tongue over her neck, tasting her, “and say,You own me.”
“Yes.” The word was out of her mouth before she could think through what this choice revealed. Before she could weigh the risks of revealing this choice to Max. Because that was exactly what she wanted from that scene: to be the only one in the world he wanted at that moment.
But even that thought faded because Max was moving now. His hands flexed against her waist as he slipped out from behind her, moving with the urgency she had gotten a glimpse of back in her kitchen in Sydney.
“I’m so hard for you right now, sweetheart,” he growled. “I want the real thing. I want you to sit on my face. I want to taste your pussy while you suck me off. You ready for that?”
Her body was answering in sparks and jolts.
“Hell, yes,” she said with a giddy laugh.
Max lay on the bed, legs spread, knees bent, feet firmly planted on the bed.
“Climb on, sweetheart,” he coaxed. His hands circled her thighs as she straddled his face. “This is going to feel so good.”
She lowered herself onto her elbows, one on each side of his hips. Her heart pounded harder as she brushed a hand over the trail of hair that led to the thicker mass. His cock bobbed urgently, in case she needed a reminder of where she should be focusing.
Max had started his own exploring, as well, his fingers playing between her folds as if he were studying her just as carefully as she was studying him.
She licked his tip experimentally, and his hips bucked, giving her more than just a taste. His whole head went into her mouth, farther. She wrapped her lips around him and he pulled out with a harsh groan.
“Can I come in your mouth?” His voice was thick with lust. “I just want to know before we get too far.”
She shuddered with pleasure as the idea took form in her mind, sharp and visceral. “Yes.”
“Good. Put your hand around my cock so I don’t choke you, because I’m going to want to move. And you can squeeze as hard as you’d like.”
She shifted her weight onto one elbow and brought her other hand to his cock, running her palm over his wet head and moving it to the base. His hands tightened around her thighs, pulling her down onto his face.
