I watch him as he lowers his head towards me, and without warning, licks me in one thick sweep from back to front. The moan that leaves my throat is almost animalistic. Where the hell did that come from? I was so loud, I almost missed the groan that came from him.
He alternates between licks and kisses as he devours me. I’m going to cum embarrassingly fast at this rate, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m writhing beneath him. My legs clamping around him as I build higher and higher. How have I waited so long to experience this?
Max’s mouth moves away, encouraging a groan of disapproval out of me. He just smirks his cocky smile in return. He slips one finger inside of me, soon followed by another.
“I want you to be ready for me, Luce. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Trust me, you could never hurt me, Max,” I reply honestly.
“Just trust me, okay?” He asks. I nod slowly in return.
With one hand, he rubs his thumb over my clit whilst still pumping two fingers into me with the other. Our gazes stay connected the whole time as he adds another finger into me.
“Fuck, Lou. You’re so fucking tight.” He groans. His jaw tightens as he holds back his restraint.
I can feel my body easing around him, accepting the extra finger. I’m completely breathless at the intrusion. Wanting and needing more.
“Max, I need you. Please.”
“Cum for me first.” He demands back. I’m not used to this domineering side of him, and I fucking love it.
His mouth comes back down on me, the sensation feeling all too much. I’m so full with his fingers inside me and his warm mouth on me, I explode. My vision blurs as I scream his name for all to hear. He doesn’t stop, just slows down the pace leisurely as I ride out my orgasm on his hand.
“Fucking beautiful.” He whispers in awe before ridding himself of his own underwear.
Holy shit.
No wonder he wanted to warm me up first. That thing is fricking huge. My wide eyes clash with his, concern crossing his features.
“Lou, you can still say no. You know that, don’t you?” He asks.
“Oh, I want to. Trust me, I do. I just don’t know how that is going to fit inside of me.” I state.
He laughs, shaking his head. “It will, trust me.” He winks.
He grabs the condom from his wallet on the floor and makes quick work of sliding it on. He settles back between my legs, rubbing the tip up and down my slit. How can I still be this turned on? This man just oozes sex appeal.
At a steady pace, he pushes forward, entering me inch by inch. The feeling is foreign, but not painful like I expected it. Herocks into me, my body accepting him with each movement of his hips. I wrap my legs around his waist, needing him deeper inside of me. I needed to feel his bare skin against mine.
A lone tear escapes the corner of my eye. But it’s not a tear of sadness or pain. It’s contentment.
I finally have the man I have always wanted.
