“Moaning sure, but no one actually screams during sex.”
“You think so?” I grabbed her thigh, forcibly pushing her legs apart and then dropped back down onto her, dragging my now very hard cock across her. Her eyes widened as I rubbed against her, hard. But then she smiled again.
“I’m not going to scream, Max.”
“Wanna bet?
“Sure.” She was teasing me now and, my God, it was turning me on so much.
“Okay, if I make you scream, then I get to do anything to you, and I meananything.” I leaned down and slowly licked her lips. “Except these are not what I intend on licking.” I stopped and looked down at her. Her eyes were wide and she was staring at my mouth as if considering it.
Consider it. Say yes.
“Maybe if you make me come seventeen times I might let you do that.”
“Only seventeen?” I sat up on my haunches again, flipped her over onto her stomach so quickly she let out a small surprised scream. I smiled as I pushed her legs apart and rested myself between them, my cock on her ass now.
“You screamed,” I said, flattening myself against her, bringing my mouth to her ear. I stuck my hand underneath her and went straight to her pussy. I ran my fingers over her clit and her entire body shuddered against mine.
“You’re already so close to coming. Seventeen will be easy,” I whispered in her ear as she moaned and writhed under me. I rubbed my cock on her ass and stroked her clit. I sat up on my knees and then took her by the hips and pulled her onto her knees, her back resting against my chest now. I reached round and slid one hand between her folds, and the other one to her breast. She moaned as I worked her in both places. She was so receptive; it was hard to believe someone this receptive would have not been able to come with anyone else. I’m not going to lie—the thought fucking thrilled me. She began to buck against my hand. Her hands reached round and she was trying to grab hold of something—my shoulders, my hair, anything—as she came so hard that her body shook. I waited for her to come down, waited for her breathing to return to normal before I lowered my mouth to her ear once more . . .
“One down.”
CHAPTER 45
Ash
“Two down,” he whispered in my ear when he made me come again. He had skills; there was no denying the fact that Max knew his way around a woman’s body. I was on my knees, back pressed into his chest while he played with my nipples with one hand and stoked my clit with the other, except now he was doing it all very, very slowly and softly. He’d timed all the movements. One slow stroke went with one slow pull of my nipple, went with a thrust into my back and a long, slow kiss on my neck. It felt as if he was touching me everywhere, all at once. The pleasure was so big, so vast, and it just kept building and building.
“Three,” he whispered. “And I haven’t even started yet.”
Holy shit! I was going to have seventeen orgasms tonight. Because they just did not want to stop. It was as if they’d been building up inside me for thirteen years and now they were just exploding out of me. He turned me round to face him, and then he pulled me onto his lap. I gasped as his cock came into contact with me, but didn’t penetrate. He gripped my ass and then slowly and rhythmically, started dragging me over his length. It rubbed right over all the best, most sensitive parts, and when he started sucking on my nipples while doing it, I felt it building again. I tried to make him go faster now, tried to buck against him, but he gripped me tighter and held me in place while he worked the slow, steady rhythm.
“No rushing. We have all night,” he said, nipple between his teeth now.
I had to let go. I had no control over the speed or rhythm—that was all up to him; he was doing exactly what he wanted with me. I succumbed to it, and tried not to scream at him to go faster. Instead, I closed my eyes, took a deep, calming breath and let him continue without fighting his pace. He kissed my neck as he pulled and then pushed me up and down his length. I could hear how wet I was—he didn’t need to tell me that—but when he did, it was so fucking hot. And then when I thought I’d managed to relax, he started going faster. My eyes flickered open and I looked down, watching myself sliding up and down him. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, but soon he was doing it too fast to see what was happening anymore, not that I cared. I put my head down on his shoulder, dug my fingernails into his back and came once more. I bit his shoulder and clung to him for dear life. When it was over, I fell onto my back, gasping.
“Need a break?” He stood up and walked over to the bar fridge.
I nodded, unable to talk, and closed my eyes. My entire body jerked when I felt the ice-cold bottle of water on my nipple. I winced in pain and in pleasure as he ran the bottle over my nipples and then up and down my stomach. He stopped, opened the bottle and passed it to me. I sat up and took a sip.
“Wouldn’t want you dehydrating,” he said, and then lowered his lips to my neck and started kissing it.
“Wouldn’t want that,” I whispered, tilting my head back to give him more access. He took a sip of water, and then, with his mouth full, covered my nipple. My entire body jerked again. I didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain, or both at the same time, and how was it possible to feel both at the same time anyway? Well, I hadn’t thought it possible to ever come like this, but here I was. He swallowed and then started kissing me again. The kisses felt so at odds with the way he was touching the rest of me. Sometimes the kisses felt almost soft, sensual and filled with more than just lust. But then when he did things like flip me over, pull me onto his lap and stick his fingers inside me like in the broom closet, I knew that it really was only lust. The kiss slowed and deepened, though. He gripped the back of my head and held me in place as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. His fingers traced my spine slowly, up and down, until I had goosebumps in places I didn’t know were possible.
“So, Ash,” he said, still kissing me.
“Yes.”
“I think you’re ready now.”
I nodded at him stupidly as he got up and walked over to his bag. He bent down—God, what a view—and pulled out a condom. I wasn’t going to wonder why he had condoms in his bag. Because when he turned round and held it up like a prize, I was so glad he did have it. Until I wasn’t.
“Wait, is that a tingly, warming condom?”
He looked down at it and read, “Fire and Ice. Says it delivers a delicious warming and tingling sensation.” He smiled at me. “Not my usual choice, but not a lot to choose from at a small spaza shop on the banks of the Chobe River.”
“You bought that while we were on the houseboat? Presumptuous!”
