Page 68 of Lust and Honor

He brushes aside my limp hands and cups my breast, making me gasp as I close my eyes. My heart is pounding like a war drum in my chest. His breath is hot on my damp skin again. “I want to taste these round, perky tits again.”

His fingers trail down with the back of his knuckles, sliding over the wet fabric until he reaches my soaked panties. As he strokes me through my panties, he mutters, “I want to bury myself deep inside this pussy.”

A helpless moan escapes me, I want him so badly it hurts. I hook a leg around his thigh, my fingers clawing into his shoulder. When I feel his hard length pressed against me, I let out a sharp breath, looking straight into his hungry eyes.

He takes that sound as a yes and crashes his mouth onto mine. Tilting his head, he uses his tongue to part my lips, gripping the back of my head to keep me still as he kissing me deeper. His kiss is full of dominance, and I surrender to it. I kiss him back, melting into his body.

Desire takes over completely, I can’t even feel my legs anymore. It’s like my bones are gone.

He grabs my ass, making me moan into his mouth, then kisses down my cheek to my neck. His lips bite and suck, little stings that make me shudder. I dig my nails into his back and rest my head on his shoulder.

One big hand cups my soaked heat, and the next second, his arm wraps around my waist and lifts me off the ground. My legs lock around his waist, my arms around his neck. His eyes—wild, primal, hot—lock on mine as he carries me to the lounge bed.

Our chests are heaving, starved for air between kisses. He lays me down like I’m breakable, then the next moment, he rips my dress apart like a predator tearing into prey.

He doesn’t care about the loud gasp I let out. He takes one breast in his mouth, sucking hard, while massaging the other roughly.. My legs fall open on their own. I grip his wet black hair and moan. My nipples are hard like diamonds, and he gives them equal attention, soaking them in his hot spit.

My core is pulsing uncontrollably and I cry out his name, desperate and lost in him.

“Maxim!”

In a heartbeat, his fingers dig into the flesh of my sides and he climbs up over me. His tongue slips into my mouth and he kisses me hard. Then he pulls back just enough to flash me a wicked grin. “Tastes just like I remembered. Let’s see if every part of you still tastes the same.”

I know exactly what he means, and my walls clench. He gives me one more quick kiss, then slides lower down my body. Because I’m propped halfway upright, I can see everything he’s doing to me, and God, it turns me on even more.

He licks his way down to between my thighs, his mouth trailing heat across my skin. When he reaches my lace panties, he looks up at me with a devilish gleam in his eyes. Slowly, his fingers slip under the thin fabric, dragging it down my thighs. He holds the damp lace to his nose, closes his eyes, and inhales deeply like he’s snorting pure cocaine. The sheer pleasure on his face sends another wave of arousal surging through me.

He tosses the panties aside, grabs the back of both my thighs, and spreads my legs wide, exposing everything to him. He leans in and breathes deep at my core, then gives me a mischievous look before gently biting my swollen folds. My knees are bent so high they brush against my cheeks, my ass lifted clean off the bed. I’m trembling under his hands, moaning as my body tightens even more.

He smirks and lowers his head again. His tongue flicks over my puckered back entrance, licking a long wet line down my entire slit, coating it with his spit. My resistance snaps. I throw my head back and cry out in pleasure. My hips tilt toward his mouth, begging for more without me even meaning to. He takes his time, licking me again and again as he grabs one of my breasts and squeezes.

“Tell me, who else can make you lose your mind like this, Ava?”

Eyes closed, dazed, I shake my head slowly. No one. No one but him.

Then his hot mouth wraps around my throbbing clit. I let out a strangled moan and grab his head, pressing him closer. I want more, more and more and more. There’s no other sound in the world but the soft rainfall over the pool, my loud moans, and the obscene wet sounds of Maxim devouring me.

I feel pressure at my entrance and the next moment, two fingers push inside me. My eyes fly open and I look down, watching him work his magic with mouth and fingers. He pulls out slightly, then thrusts them back in hard. I slap my hand against the poolside lounger and scream.

“Oh God, fuck!”

The pleasure is overwhelming, so intense it’s almost painful. I squirm beneath him, trying to twist away, but he pins me down with one hand and fucks me harder with the other. I can’t stop arching and rocking, hips rolling under his tongue. But he won’t let go. Like a beast with its prey, his mouth stays locked on my clit—licking, sucking, nibbling, kissing—while his fingers slam into the perfect spot again and again.

I’m screaming, crying out his name, and the sound bounces off the water and echoes back louder. I feel the pressure building, like a dam about to break.

“Maxim, oh… fuck, Maxim!”

His fingers dig deeper. His mouth sucks harder.

And then, release.

The dam bursts. A violent flood of pleasure rips through me. I scream, shaking, my hips grinding into his mouth as the orgasm overtakes me. It crashes through every cell in my body, curling my toes and clenching my fingers.

Seconds pass. As the aftershocks fade, I melt into the lounge chair—boneless, trembling, high. Like a junkie floating after a hit.

I lie there, legs spread, body limp and glistening with sweat. My head falls to the side, eyes dazed, as Maxim crawls up to me. I kiss him with all the hunger in my heart, not caring that I taste myself on his lips. Not caring that I probably look like a fucked-out whore lying under him.

Because it feels right. Like I’ve known this man forever. Like my soul was always his.