Page 8 of Monster's Mayhem

It was already getting better. As his hands moved to my back and my ass respectively, lifting me as he pulled me against him, I was able to get a better handle as I slid my tongue out to taste and tangle with his. While I knew it was highly unlikely all the molecules in my body had decided to wake up and give him their attention, it felt a lot like that. Sensations were so overwhelming I could hardly track where he was or what he was doing as that mouth seemed to want to taste me everywhere.

I was vaguely aware of the sounds of dishes crashing to the floor as my ass replaced them on the counter. I tried to tune in to where my hands were. If I couldn’t do more than moan and surrender to the touch of his fingers on my skin, maybe I could at least see what my own hands were capable of doing to him.

It was an effort, but worth it when my thumbnail ran across the peaked nipple on his deep-blue chest. So beautiful, so solid beneath my palms as I laid back, letting my fingers slip from his chest, up and over his shoulder, down his arms until my hands were brought together and settled over my head, held easily by one of his.

“I can barely control myself, Max.”

Him? He wasn’t the one just becoming aware that all my clothes were gone. I didn’t even process when they had come off. I definitely began to focus my attention when his mouth covered my navel and his tongue slipped into it for a lick. All of the floating, and zipping, little tingles running wild and free over and under my flesh reacted as though he had summoned them with that lick. Like a rushing army the tingles followed their general lower.

As his tongue swept over the swollen bud of my clit, I could not fight off the siege. The room began to spin, muscles I didn’t even know I had began to tense. It was oddly like the moment the wave in the ocean pulled me out, stole my breath, tried to collapse my lungs and end my life. Only, this was not death. It was...transcendence. Rebirth. My breath caught and then released in a guttural sound I thought he was making until I realized it was from my own throat. These waves also toppled me, but in a whole new way. The pulsing sensations skittered from my toes to my nose and back. Everything centered on my pussy and the monster determined to bring me back to the ledge and throw me over into those waves again.

Wet. I was soaked. I could never get slick before which had been a serious issue for past attempts. Nothing told a partner there was a lack of interest like a dry pussy and mine was the desert until I met him and suddenly, there was a flood.

My hips bucked to work with him and that earned a thick, blue finger plunged into me. Again, the convulsions brought me to the point I was seeing spots, stars, planets I was sure no one knew existed unless they also had orgasms so hard it threw them spinning through both the known then unknown part of the universe.

“This might hurt at first.”

Settling back into my body, I didn’t register those words until I felt the pressure, the stretch not even three or however many fingers he had in there could have prepared me for.

“Maxine.” His whispered words fell in a breath against my lips. Another surge of hips and the invasion shifted, hitting the boundary and pressing against the wall as though it could give another fraction of an inch and let him deeper. “So fucking perfect.”

I lifted my head as I opened my eyes and looked at him, standing there between my thighs, holding them open, wide. I realized I could move my hands and shifted them to his tight abdomen. His head had been tipped back, his entire body tensed as though he was somehow holding himself back, yet we were connected in the most intimate of ways.

“Thurst.”

He blinked, expression settling, he pulled back slowly and said, “You did it.”

My brow quirked. I could feel it. “Did what?”

“You let me in. You took all of me. You have all of me inside you, Maxine. You feel it?” He slid in slow and easy. I nodded. “I’ve never been this far before.”

But he had done it before and why would I think otherwise? He was gorgeous and known for being a mischief maker. Only, this was my mischief and I was the one managing it. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was not as true as I had hoped it would be when I said, “You feel so good inside me.”

“Yeah?” He moved a little in and out. A little more as we kept nodding at each other until it was true. Until it was a matter of fucking fact. “Oh fuck, Max. You’re going to cum, aren’t you?”

I nodded. This was not a drifting connection of an orgasm he was giving me while I just relaxed and enjoyed it. Maybe that is why it felt different, centered, deeper because he was looking me in the eye as I moved my hands to grip his forearms and hold on as he kept pace, position, and then said something I couldn’t hear over the sound of my scream of release, but it sure looked like one of those words was love.

A few breathless moments later, Thurst finally extracted himself from my body. The sigh and lazy smile on his gorgeous lips had me mirroring the expression. He rubbed my thighs with his large hands and said, “I want you again already.”

One thing all those universe-spinning orgasms had failed to do? “Ouch.” The aches now that all the pleasure had passed were creeping up on me and everywhere. This counter was marble and my tailbone was reminding me of that as I propped up on the counter and reached up to pull whatever was in my hair away. It was the cinnamon roll. “Oh no.”

I looked at the counter smeared with coffee, tea, and flattened pastry. I frowned. “This is a mess.”

My lover was oblivious if his hooded, blue lids, soft smile, and finger trailing across my knee were any indication. “A beautiful mess.”

“No. I mean. This is a mess.” I winced as the blush from the compliment crept up my neck. I continued to slide my ass off the counter. Oh damn. I felt the bite as what I suspected was either a smashed cup or plate just sliced into my foot. I let out a sound that had him less ‘lust haze’ and more alert in an instant. He looked down as I let all of my attention fall to the injured foot and said, “Oooouchhh!”

“Shit.”

I was up and in his arms a second later. Back on the counter coated in coffee, tea, and me, he focused his attention on my foot.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I asked and he shook his head no. He stepped onto the crushed cup as though it were just another part of the floor. He shook his head as he removed the sliver of porcelain from my flesh. I was stunned the next moment when he wrapped his mouth around the side of my foot and I felt something, his tongue, something… else covering the cut.

He inspected his handiwork and said, “Waterproof seal. Also, it should be healing. Unless my saliva doesn’t work here in fantasyland.”

I blinked at him and he winked at me. He held up his hand and shook his head at me when I was about to scoot off the counter again. He said through the first laugh since being here, “Let me clean this up first. Okay?”

“Okay.” I looked at the counter and the mess still smooshed on its surface and asked as he cleaned the floor, “How many?”

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