Maxim devours me like a starving man who has finally been given permission to feast.
His mouth crashes down on mine again, hungry and demanding, tongue stroking deep as if he’s trying to claim every inch of me.
I moan into the kiss, my hands fisting in his shirt, careful of his injury, as he presses me harder against the counter.
His hands are everywhere, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, palming my breasts through the thin fabric of the dress.
He breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth down my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin until I’m gasping.
“You’ve been taunting me all night in this fucking dress,” he growls against my throat. “Parading that perfect body around, knowing I can’t bend you over and fuck you in front of all those bastards.”
I whimper, heat flooding between my legs. He yanks one strap of the dress down, exposing my breast, and immediately latches onto my nipple, sucking hard before grazing it with his teeth.
One thing I've come to observe, Maxim is obsessed with my breasts.
Pleasure shoots straight to my core. I arch into his mouth, one hand buried in his hair, holding him there as he lavishes attention on my breasts, switching from one to the other, sucking and licking until I’m panting and trembling.
He drops to his knees in front of me, eyes dark with lust as he looks up. His hands slide up my thighs, pushing the dress higher and higher, until it bunches around my waist.
“No panties,” he groans, voice rough.
“The dress doesn't allow for any.”
“You’ve been walking around all night with this pretty pussy bare under that dress? Fuck, Calina… you’re going to be the death of me.”
He grabs my thighs, spreads them wide, and drags me to the very edge of the counter. The first stroke of his tongue against my soaked folds rips a broken moan from my throat. My head falls back against the mirror with a soft thud.
He eats me like he’s been dying for it, long, slow licks from my entrance to my clit, then circling the swollen bud with the flat of his tongue.
The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on me fill the restroom.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined,” he growls against my pussy, the vibration making me shudder. “I’ve been thinking about burying my tongue in this tight little cunt all day. Dreaming about how sweet you’d be when you come on my face.”
He pushes two thick fingers inside me without warning. I cry out, clenching around him. He pumps them slowly at first, curling them just right while his tongue flicks relentlessly over my clit.
“Oh God… Maxim—” I moan, hips bucking against his mouth. The pleasure is building fast, overwhelming. My thighs start to shake around his head.
He doesn’t stop. He sucks my clit into his mouth, fingers thrusting deeper, faster, until my entire body is vibrating.
The orgasm crashes over me so hard I see stars. I come with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure rip through me.
He keeps licking, sucking, fingering me through the orgasm and straight into another, pushing me higher until I’m shaking uncontrollably, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the intensity.
“Please—” I beg, voice broken. “Maxim, please… I can’t?—”
He finally pulls back, lips shiny with my arousal, eyes burning as he looks up at me. His voice is rough, and filthy.
“You’ll take everything I give you tonight, Calina.”
I’m whimpering, barely coherent, my body hypersensitive and trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasms he’s already pulled from me. Every nerve feels raw, alive, burning.
“Please…” The word slips out broken and needy as he kisses my oversensitive pussy again. I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore.
He pulls back just enough to look up at me, lips shiny with my arousal, eyes dark with lust. “What are you begging for, Calina? Tell me.”
I can barely think. “You… I want you. Please, Maxim… fuck me.”
He groans, the sound vibrating against my thigh. “It’s your first time, baby. Are you sure?”
