When my thumb brushes against that tight little bud, she tilts her hips and rubs herself against my cock. Holy fuck that feels good. I growl again. She breaks the kiss and I think this is when she’s going to shove me away and balk at touching me. Instead she surprises the shit out of me when she grabs the hem of her T-shirt and rips it over her head. She’s braless, which I wasn’t prepared for, and now I’m staring at the most perfect pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. Rounded in just the right way with small, pert nipples. Rosy pink nipples that beg for my mouth. I lean in and flick my tongue against one, while my thumb scrapes against the other.
She arches into my mouth. “Yes,” she hisses.
I suckle her hard, nearly pulling her entire breast into my mouth, and she rubs her pussy against my erection again.
Vaguely I feel her fingers at the buttons on my shirt, tugging my undershirt from the waistband of my pants, and then her hands are pressed to my bare chest. They map every line and muscle as I continue to lave her perfect tits.
Then her fingers are at my belt and my eyes fly open. I search her face, but she’s looking downward at what she’s doing.
It takes everything in me to say her name. It doesn’t seem to faze her, so I grip her wrists until she looks at me.
She seems to know what I’m asking because she leans in and kisses me. “I want you to fuck me, Max.”
I close my eyes and exhale slowly. God, that word on her lips. I haven’t ever heard her cuss. To hear her do it now somehow makes her request even hotter.
Her lips kiss from my jaw to my ear, where she sucks on the lobe.
“Fuck me, Max,” she whispers. Her crafty hand has unfastened my belt and pants and she’s reaching into the front of my boxers and wrapping her fingers around my hard length before I can even process fully what’s happening.
Abruptly she stands and shimmies out of her yoga pants and panties. Plain white cotton, I note as she kicks both behind her. Her pussy is practically eye level and so pink and beautiful that I want to lick every inch of it. I lean forward and she stops me with a hand to my head.
“Later. Right now I just want you inside me.”
Fuck, we’re really doing this. I shift upwards to pull down my jeans and boxers to free my cock. It slaps against my stomach and Holly’s eyes are like a goddamn laser beam on it. She licks her lips and a drop of precum beads at the tip.
She crawls back onto my lap and I realize something. “Holly, I don’t have any condoms. I don’t . . .” I don’t carry them because, well, hell, it’s not like this has ever happened to me before. But I can’t say that out loud.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.” She searches my face. “Are you?”
It takes a second for her question to break through the sex fog clouding my mind. She wants to know if I’m clean? As in clean of STDs? I haven’t been with a woman in nearly a decade.
I just nod. “I am.” I almost say more, that I’ve only ever been with one woman. That I always wore a condom with her and have been tested since then. But before I can say any of that, she slides her pussy against my cock and I’m pretty sure I black out for a minute. It’s wet and warm and I want inside. Now.
As if reading my mind, she notches herself on me, then slowly sinks down. We moan in unison as she takes my entire length. She’s perfection. Like she was made specifically for my body.
“Oh God, you feel good,” she moans. Then she begins to ride me. I grip her hips and just watch her as she chases her pleasure, using my body to do it.
An overwhelming feeling of pride shoots through me. I’m honored that she’d want to use me for this. Which is damned nonsense. This is why I don’t sleep with people. Stupid damn hormones make your brain mushy.
Those perfect tits of hers are bouncing right in my face, so I lean forward and capture one, sucking the tight nub. I slide my tongue across it as I suck. Holly continues to ride my dick and grind herself against me. Her movements are getting jerky and her moans louder.
“Oh, oh, I’m gonna come,” she says. “Max . . .” She moans as her body shudders over me.
I wait for her to finish riding out her pleasure before I shift our position. I lay her against the floor and brace myself above her. I pull almost completely out before plunging back in. Her eyes widen.
“Do that again,” she says.
So I do. Again and again. She’s so tight and so wet and she’s squeezing my dick and I just want to come, but I want her to come again first. So I mentally go through the periodic table. In alphabetical order.
By the time I hit gallium, she’s coming again with such force that I come with her. The climax starts at my spine and then explodes outward, ricocheting through my entire body so much so that I’m pretty sure I go blind for a nanosecond.
I have enough presence of mind to not collapse on top of her. Instead I fall next to her and wait for the shit storm of awkward to hit. Until then I’m going to bask in the most incredible sex of my life.
Chapter 22
Holly
In the fantasy, romance-novel version of my life, after we had sex, Max would have gently swept me into his arms, bride-style, and carried me off to my bedroom. Possibly to ravish me several more times. Because holy shit, that was amazing sex.
