“I’m just saying, why don’t we see what happens. If you’re comfortable with that?”
I smile, knowing that for once the choice is really up to me. If I said not today and asked to walk around some more, she wouldn’t hesitate to keep going. It wasn’t all she was after from me anymore.
It’s clear how hard she’s working to keep me around. Gone are the midnight booty call texts and showing up drunk to my place. Instead, they are replaced with flowers, stopping by to bring me food at work when I am too busy to eat, and calling to hear about my day. She hasn’t so much as grazed a boob, except for that time on the subway, and realistically, so did the guy next to me.
“I’d like to come up.” I nod.
Max walks me to her apartment, and I kick off my shoes going in. Frisky jumps up the second I come in.
“Hi buddy, long time no see. I know, I know. It’s good to see you too.” She laughs as he tries jumping up to lick her face. He is so excited to see her, there’s no denying that.
“Alright bud, let go of her. She’s not going anywhere and I have a feeling she’ll be around a lot more.” Max smiles as she grabs the bag of bones from the cabinet, handing me one.
“Sit, Frisky,” I command, and she does, so I give her the bone. She grabs it, running over to her favorite spot under the coffee table. “Some things don’t change I see,” I mumble to myself.
“But some things do,” Max says softly as she takes my hand and pulls me toward her.
My hips bump into hers lightly, and she places a hand on my waist. I smile, looking at her; she rocks quietly back and forth, so I rest my head on her chest. Feeling her heartbeat on my cheek, I relax, listening to the sound it makes. A light tempo as sheruns her hand across my hip and grabs my ass. I giggle, and she squeezes the right cheek as she tilts my chin to look at her. Dark eyes filled with desire send a shiver down my spine. God, how I’ve missed looking at her like this.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” she whispers before kissing the side of my neck. Her hand she was using to hold mine lets go as she places it on the bottom of my neck. Her hand wraps around my throat carefully as her wet lips press into the slope of my throat.
“Mmm,” I hum as she licks my neck and bites down gently. She places soft kisses down the side, and I close my eyes. She’s never been this soft with me before, but I like it. It’s like seeing a brand-new side of her.
“I’ve missed you,” she says quietly nibbling on the bottom of my ear.
I pull her face toward mine, savoring her lips. Max hums against my lips and I relax, her tongue swirling with mine. My chest presses against hers, and I use my hands to steady her hips. There’s familiarity as much as this is new. I knew Max’s body, I knew how to make her cum, and what she liked to do to get turned on. But I didn’t know how Max liked to be intimate. Sex had always been fast and hard, lust and pleasure. Now she’s taking her time with me, like she doesn’t want to stop touching me, but she also wants to know my body.
I let my hands linger on her hips before trailing up her chest, squeezing her small breasts lightly.
“Why don’t we go to your room?” I suggest. Max nods, taking my hand again and leading me to her bedroom.
Max brings me to the bed and I sit on the edge, waiting as Max closes the door and takes the photo strip out of her back pocket. She removes the stuff from her front pockets and places them on her desk. Then, taking a moment, removes all her rings. God, when women take off their rings? I don’t know what makesit so fucking sexy, but I knew I had a thing for hands. It was impossible to deny at this point. She slides each gold ring down her painted black fingers and I groan internally. She catches me looking and smirks.
“You’re killing me, you know,” I joke.
“Hey, I’m just taking my time with you.” She walks over, gripping my chin and holds eye contact with me. Neither of us are saying anything, but the words are unspoken. Never has she looked so intently at me or my body. She really is taking her time with me.
“I missed being able to kiss you like this,” she says and I’m shocked she’s admitting these things to me. Happy, but still shocked. It’s part of how I know she’s changed.
“I missed it too.”
Max kisses me fiercely, her hand sliding down my neck, past my throat, and to my breasts. She groans into my mouth as she grabs them both with her hands. She’s always had a thing for them. Max slides down the strap of my dress on one side so she can set one of them free. She drops to her knees, and now I’m the one to moan. God, there’s nothing I loved more than Max on her knees. It wasn’t even about the power or control, it was about Max looking at me like a Goddess.
On her knees, she’s eye level with my breasts, so she slips the dress down to my stomach, setting both of my breasts free and exposing my lace bra. I hadn’t been expecting this, I just love wearing lace. Lingerie, too. There is something sexy about being the only one to know I’m wearing it. My nipples are pink and hard already, feeling Max’s delicate touch on them. She has a way of lighting up my body with the softest touch.
“God, I’ve missed these.” She reaches behind me, unhooking my bra with one hand and pulling it off. She drops it to the floor next to her and stares at my chest. It should make me a little self-conscious, but she’s looking at me with such a loving gaze that it makes me feel safe.
Max’s lips wrap around one nipple, her wet tongue soaking the bud. Her other hand grabbing my other breast and teasing the other nipple. My head falls back, moaning as she sucks on my nipple, her mouth pulling just rough enough to make me wet.
I run my fingers through her hair, keeping her head close to me. She flicks her tongue over the bud, twirling it in small circles before switching to the other breast. I look down and Max has her eyes closed, completely blissed out as she sucks on my nipple.
I push my thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the burning tension between my legs. I loved taking things slow, but my body isn’t used to it. Plus, it has been way too long since I’ve had someone else touching me.
Max must feel me wiggling because she places a hand on my upper thigh and pulls back to look at me. “Someone seems like they don’t want to wait,” she teases.
“It’s been a long time,” I admit.
“I know, baby, but don’t you know I’ll be taking care of you?” She bats her eyelashes, and I groan. She knows exactly what she’s doing here.
