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“Are we doing this with clothes on?” he asks as I stand there, taking in everything.
“Oh, um, no. I guess not,” I say.
His playful smile turns into something hungry. He slowly makes his way toward me, stalking me as though I were his prey. I tremble, but not out of fear. I realize suddenly just how much I want this. He reaches for the buttons of my dress. He takes his time undoing them, one by one. It slips off my shoulders, down my hips, and pools on the floor at my feet, leaving me in my black panties and bra. I’m glad to have at least worn a matching set, and a nice one at that.
He takes in all my curves and trails his finger lightly along the skin on my stomach. I shiver, covered in goosebumps.
Taking me by the hand, he pulls me into a kiss. First kisses can often be awkward. There’s a practice-makes-perfect nuance that comes with time. You have to learn each other’s technique, find your rhythm. At least that’s how it has been for me with past experiences. Not with Max. Our kiss is as fluid as if it had been choreographed, as if we’ve had years of practice. Damn, he’s good at it. His lips are soft, but demanding. With his teeth, he nibbles and bites my bottom lip, then soothes it with the tip of his warm, wet tongue. My breathing comes faster. Both of his hands are on me now. One is tangled in my hair, holding me in place while the other explores, moving further down my belly. He toys around the edge of my belly button and slowly makes his way down to the waistband of my panties. His fingers slip beneath the elastic.
Holy shit, this is happening. Of course, that was the plan all along, but I just assumed something would get in the way: he’d change his mind, or wouldn’t be into it, or maybe some kind of divine intervention—something.
But no. This is not a drill. It’s really fucking happening and my body is thanking the hell out of Kia right about now. He hasn’t even touched me in any real sexual way yet and already my panties are soaked through. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this and he may have just woken a sleeping giant that has been lying dormant inside of me.
I grab the hem of his shirt and lift it over his head, marveling at this gorgeous man with a body that looks as though it’s been forged out of steel. His skin is sun-kissed and smooth, abs ridged with hard muscle. I want to lick every inch of him.
He kisses me again. Soon it becomes untamable. Our bodies come together, heated and angry. Like I said, hate sex is the best.
He lays me on the couch and strips off my panties and bra. His tongue rolls lazy circles around my hard nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, then moves to the other, giving it a proper amount of attention. This seems to get him really worked up. He kisses each part of my body, pausing in this frenzy to take in the whole picture. Liking what he sees, he lets out a growl of approval and moves his head between my legs. My last boyfriend hated going down on me so he never did it. I’m not used to someone’s face being in that area and I feel a little panicked. Max, on the other hand, seems to be starving for it. He pushes my knees to my chest then spreads them apart so that I’m fully exposed to him. There’s nothing of me that he can’t see. Normally I’m far too self-conscious for this kind of thing during a first encounter, but I want it so bad right now that I’m open to anything—literally.
“You’re so wet,” he says as he strokes my outer lips with his fingers.
I close my eyes, revel in the feel of it, how his touch kind of tickles and covers me in goosebumps. Every part of me begs to be entered, but I also like the way he teases me.
He goes from softly touching the skin to massaging it. He’s driving me crazy and I can feel myself getting even wetter to the point where I’m dripping. It’s almost painful how much I want him right now. The places where he was massaging, he starts to nibble on with the tips of his teeth, then sucks the skin into his mouth. He sucks on it for a while then pulls away with a pop. Feels like all the blood in my body has settled into that one part and I’m living for it. That’s when his tongue finally touches my clit for the first time and nearly sends me out of my mind. I try not to be loud; I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he’s having on me. He was such a dick when we met, so cocky and unbearable. He wasn’t supposed to be this good. People with attitude problems are usually trying to overcompensate for something. Apparently, not Max. Maybe he’s so good with his mouth because he has to compensate for something else being too small. I guess we’ll see.
