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Something cold touches my bare ass and I yelp, he has me on the counter and moved his hands to my hips. We stay like this until we both have to pull away. He doesn’t let me go far, holding his forehead against mine as we catch our breaths.
“Max?”
“Give me a second, babe.”
“I don’t wan
t to. I want you to take me back to bed, now.”
His eyes shoot to mine and he grounds his hips into me. “No, not like this. When I finally have you, it won’t be rushed. It won’t be a morning quickie. I want to take my time exploring and adoring every inch of your beautiful body. I also want to make something clear. When I do that, when I run my tongue and lips over every bit of your flesh, when I sink my dick as deep as it will go, and when you scream my name in ecstasy, you’ll be mine.
“Can you handle that, Bella? Can you handle knowing I’ll claim you as my own and you’ll unquestionably be mine?”
As animalistic as he sounds, it turns me on. The authority in his voice is rough. I’ve never been bossed around in any way in a relationship, but the way he does it is smooth and matter of fact. Even though he asked if I can handle being his, it’s a rhetorical question. The tone in his voice leaves no room for arguments.
“Yes, I can handle it. But what about right now? What about you?”
“Told you, I’m the king of blue balls around you. I’ll be okay in a few hours.”
I want to make him feel good. Sitting on my counter I’m almost his height and my core presses right against the bulging zipper. I scoot as close as possible and place my hand on the button of his jeans. He starts to protest until my finger goes to his lips.
“Let me do this.”
I unbutton and unzip him slowly. Sliding the jeans down until they fall to a puddle at his ankles. There’s no fabric between my fingertips and his bare skin and I realize he’s commando this morning.
“Seems like we both don’t like underwear, Mr. McCoy.”
Slowly running my nails back around to his hips, I find the tip of his dick and rub the slit. My hand grips the length and both of us hiss. He’s hard, hot, and smooth in my palm. He’s much bigger than any other man I have ever been with. But instead of intimidating me, it turns me on. I stroke gently, pumping up and down. His breathing turns into panting and his eyes snap open, piercing into mine.
Without warning, he moves us both, holding me against him. Kicking off his jeans, he carries us to the couch and lays me down softly, propping on my side.
“You want this, baby, you want to make me come? You’re coming with me.”
His hand instantly slides under my nightie and finds my opening. I stretch my legs so he has access and he plunges two fingers in. My hand finds him again and I pump faster. The build-up in my stomach is turning and I don’t have long.
One hand strokes him, coating the pre-cum from his head down his shaft. The other lightly caresses his balls. He throws his head back and increases the speed of his fingers inside me. Within a few minutes, he tenses up and groans.
“You need to come now. I can’t hold on.” His thumb circles my clit and I let go. Moaning his name and trying to finish him as well.
“Stella,” he grunts and covers my hand with his own. Liquid shoots into our palms. He throws his head back and our chests beat against each other.
“Is this how you prove to me you’re not a morning person?” he asks, looking down.
“It’s you. You make me go crazy. And just from one kiss!”
“I’ll have to remember that. Now don’t move, I’ll get us cleaned up.” When he leans up, he grimaces.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, babe. I haven’t had a hand job from anyone but myself in about fourteen years.”
“Is that bad?”
“No, but with you, it only took the edge off. I’m still hard as hell.”
When he gets up, I see that even our little round of foreplay did nothing to tame the erection that has been teasing me the last few weeks. But I forget about that with a naked Max in front of me. His full body is an eye-popping sight. Everything is sculpted. He catches me watching him and smirks.
He’s dressed in his jeans again when he comes back with a washcloth. Which is a shame because I was going to recommend a naked breakfast.
