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“Jesus, you’re perfect. And mine.”
“I guess I am, but please don’t go all caveman and stake claim like a Neanderthal. We can have an understanding. I’m me, Max. I make my own decisions, run my own business, and stand on my own two feet. You can complement me, but not control me.”
“Bella, I’m crazy about you the way you are. If I thought I could control you, that wouldn’t be you.”
We sit in silence for a few moments, staring. The dim runner lights allow just enough of a glow for us to see each other clearly. Sexual energy flows through the car and her thighs tighten around mine. Taking her glass and mine, I set them to the side and position her on my lap exactly the way I want her. The barely there dress slides up to her hips and I catch a glimpse of black satin covering her.
“It’s my honor to take care of you, Bella. In every way possible. Emotionally, physically, sexually, I consider it my job.” I run my fingers lightly up the inside of her thighs feeling goose bumps as I inch higher. “It’s been torture for me, holding myself back, until I knew you were ready. But tonight, instead of punishing you, I’m going to please you.”
My fingers trace the edge of the satin on both sides until I reach the thin strings holding it together. With a tight pull, they snap and the fabric falls from her body, exposing her to me. There’s a hint of curiosity in her eyes that makes me grin.
“I’m not going to fuck your beautiful body for the first time in the backseat of a limo, Stella, so quit looking at me like that. I am however, going to show you how good it will be.”
Her breath clips slightly, which makes my throbbing dick strain against the rough fabric of my jeans. The scent of her arousal fills the air and I gently spread her legs a bit farther apart, exposing her even more to me. One hand holds her hip firmly, while the other slides between her legs. I cup her entire pussy and make a massaging motion. Finally one finger slips into her, which elicits an erotic moan.
I circle my finger inside her heat then insert another. She’s so tight but I know when I hit her g- spot because she bucks against my hand. I quicken my strokes and watch her eyes roll back into her head. When she’s close, I stop.
“Babe, untie your top and pull it down for me, slowly.”
She does as I ask and when her tits are fully exposed, her pink nipples are hard, begging for me to suck them.
“Put your hands on the ceiling and don’t move them. Do you understand?”
She nods hesitantly but braces her hands against the roof. I lean up slightly and lick around her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. My fingers start to pump into her again and her muscles squeeze. My cock begs to feel her heat around it, but I don’t succumb to my own desires. This is about Stella.
My hand moves from her hip to her other breast, which draws another moan from her. She’s actively riding my hand now and the sound of her heavy breathing tells me she’s ready. I want to draw this out longer, but all I can think about is getting her into the house.
I sit back slightly watching her beautiful body arched into me begging for release. Moving my thumb to her clit, I flick gently which sends her over the edge. She throws her head back and yells my name. Her body rocks against me and I suck one nipple into my mouth, which sets off another round of convulsions. I slowly remove my hand and lower her arms around my shoulders where I hold onto her until the trembling stops.
“You ready for me, Stella? This was only a preview how good we’re going to be together. Soon, very soon, I’m going to claim you and there will never be a question of who you belong to.”
She doesn’t answer but nods. Her breathing starts to shallow against my chest as she falls asleep. I text the driver to take us home and get her dressed again.
When I strip her and place her under the covers, I mentally congratulate myself. Even with all the bullshit and mistakes I’ve made in the last few years, fate has given me a gift and that gift is Stella.
Morning light streams through the blinds making my eyelids shutter. Strong arms surround me and Max’s body heat soaks into my skin. It makes me smile when I realize he finally went back to sleeping nude. Memories of last night flood my mind and I cringe remembering falling asleep against him in the limo. What an idiot, I finally admit to him I’m ready for all he has to offer and then pass out after one—maybe two—shattering orgasms.
Gently, I try to move his arms to get up but he squeezes tighter. “Where you going?”
“Bathroom.”
“Hurry back.” He lets me go and I get out of bed, cautiously trying not to move him too much.
When I turn to pull the sheet back up, the sight of his body causes my breath to skip. His form truly is magnificent. His large erection lies against his groin, begging for attention. I’ve always heard the term blue balls before, but his are more purple. I imagine how aggravated he must be for me falling asleep last night, but when our eyes meet, they’re full of pure lust.
He glances down and back up to me, not bothering to cover himself. “Yeah, it may take a while to go back to its normal color, but I have a feeling I’ll enjoy every minute of it.”
Heat fills my face, realizing he is talking about finally releasing the sexual energy.
“Babe, bathroom?” he questions, reaching for me and I hurry away.
When I get to the bathroom, I screech. My hair is wild and my eye make-up from last night is smudged everywhere. There are two small bite marks on my left breast. I can’t believe Max saw me like this! Throwing my hair in a ponytail, I turn on the shower and grab my toothbrush. As soon as I step under the warm spray, I scrub my teeth and face at the same time. The door opens and Max comes in, partially dressed in pajama bottoms and stands in front of the shower doors.
He looks like he might join me, but then shakes his head and walks out. I finish in a hurry and grab for my robe, which is missing. Wrapping a towel around my body, I open the door and see a beautifully wrapped box on the bed with a huge silver bow.
Without making a sound, Max slides behind me and wraps his hands around my waist.
“Open it.”
