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He pulls back, looking down at me with a hint of humor in his hazel eyes. “Once I’m inside of you–” His mouth twitches as his thumb flicks over my nipple again. “I don’t think I’ll last very long. I want this to be good for you, before then.” His eyes rake over my chest then, taking in the sight of my breasts for the first time, and I see him breathe in sharply, his eyes heating with hunger like I’ve never seen before. “I want to make sure you feel all the pleasure I can give you,Amante.”
The Italian slips fluidly from his lips, and the sound of the nickname makes me shiver, heat spreading over me as he lowers his lips to my breast, his hand pressing it upwards as his tongue flicks over my sensitive nipple. I moan, arching up against him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I gasp.
“Oh god–that–feels so good–” It feels incredible, another new sensation. I close my eyes, luxuriating in it as he licks and bites gently at one nipple and then the other, his hands sliding down my waist to push more of my robe away, baring me completely.
I shrug out of it, reaching for the buttons of his shirt, my fingers feeling clumsier as my arousal grows. “You’re overdressed,” I tease him breathily, feeling my pulse beat hard in my throat at the thought of seeing him entirely naked at last. I’ve imagined it so many times, pictured what he would look like just like this, leaning over me as he moved between my legs and made me his.
The reality is so much better. I yank at the buttons, undoing them in a fervent rush as I pull his shirt off, running my hands over his muscled chest and arms. “Like what you see?” Max asks, his tone low and dangerous, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth as he leans down to kiss me again.
“You know I do,” I whisper against his lips, arching upwards as my ankles lock around his, and I fumble with his belt. “Now I want to see the rest.Allof it.”
Every inch of Max is equally as gorgeous. When he’s finally, entirely naked, leaning over me with my legs hooked over his calves, I can see the deep v-lines leading down from his abs, his muscled thighs and ass, and between them, the thick, hard cock that I’m already familiar with–and would like to be much more so. I reach down, running my fingers up his stiff length, so hard that the tip brushes against his abs, and Max sucks in a hissing breath.
“Easy,” he groans, pushing my hand away. “Or this will be overfartoo soon.”
His mouth drags down my throat again, lightly sucking at the sensitive flesh there, his hands holding my hips as I squirm and gasp beneath him. He keeps going, his tongue flicking over my collarbones, teeth grazing me there before his tongue laves away the sting again and then lower still. He cups my breasts in both of his hands, squeezing them with an appreciative groan as he sucks one nipple and then the other into his mouth. Then his lips brush the top of my stomach, sliding down, down, towards where I already suspected he was going.
“I want to taste you again,” Max murmurs, his tongue flicking over my hipbone, teeth grazing it the same way they had with the ridge of my collarbone, a light, delicious sting. “I want to feel you come all over my tongue.”
His hand nudges my thighs open, and I part them willingly, aching for his touch. I’m so wet that my inner thighs feel sticky with it, drenched with arousal for him, and I feel myself flush with just a hint of embarrassment–until I hear Max’s deep, aroused groan.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his fingertips brushing over my soaked folds. “So wet for me already.”
I moan helplessly as he spreads me open with his fingers, his tongue dipping inside of me before dragging upwards, circling my clit. We’ve only done this once before, but he remembers very well what I like, the rhythm of his tongue immediately picking up what had made me come so hard before.
“Oh god, Max–” It feels so good.How can anything feel this good? How does anyone get out of bed?His tongue feels like magic, hot and wet and stroking over me in just the right way, just the right pressure to push me towards the edge in seconds, my thighs trembling as I arch upwards against his face. I’m not as frightened of the pleasure this time, now that I know what’s going to happen. I let myself fall headlong into it, losing myself in the exquisite rhythm of his tongue against me as my hands claw into the blankets, and I throw my head back.
“I’m–I–” I don’t even have time to warn him. The orgasm crashes over me hard and fast, and I muffle my cry with my hand, hips bucking wildly as I ride his tongue to the peak of my pleasure, writhing madly. He grabs onto my hips with one hand, holding me down, and somehow that only intensifies it, sending another burst through me as I cry out his name from behind my palm.
I’m certain that he’s going to stop then. He was rock-hard before he began, and I know he must be aching to be inside of me. But he doesn’t, his tongue still flicking over my fluttering clit, as I feel him press two fingers against my entrance.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs, looking up at me. “I want to make sure you’re ready, before we–”
I cry out as his fingers slip inside of me, and he goes very still. “Are you alright?” he asks, his voice low and deep, and I nod frantically.
“Yes–” I gasp out the word, my hips arching against his hand. “Please don’t stop–”
Max makes a sound low in his throat that’s almost a growl, his hazel eyes fixed on mine as he moves his fingers deeper, slowly thrusting them inside of me. The feeling is everything I needed, the fullness I was missing before. I moan, grinding against his hand as he lowers his mouth to my pussy again, and runs his tongue over my clit.
“Ohgod!” I shriek aloud, clamping my hand over my mouth again as I start to ride his fingers and tongue, already close to another orgasm. I’d been afraid of having flashbacks the first time we did this, if we did it at all, but Max has so skillfully aroused me that there’s nothing in my head but him and us, and the way he’s making me feel. It’s different in every way than the trauma I endured before, and I’m lost in the pleasure, everything else erased by Max’s fingers and tongue as he urges me towards a second climax.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth the way he did before, rolling it against his tongue, I see stars. My back arches so deeply I nearly come off the bed, hips snapping against his mouth as I come hard, my thighs tightening around his head. Dimly, I hear myself crying out his name as I shudder and writhe, wave upon wave of pleasure rolling over me as Max pushes his fingers deeper, curling them inside of me and stroking me through the orgasm, his tongue never stopping for a second.
I sink limply back against the pillows, and only then does he pull back, raising his fingers to his mouth. His gaze holds mine as he slips them between his lips, licking my arousal away with a moan. “I love the way you taste,” he murmurs, leaning forward over me at last, his other hand gently smoothing my hair away from my face. “I could stay there all night. Except–” his voice deepens, low and hoarse with need. “Ineedyou, Sasha. I need–”
He hesitates, as if he can’t finish the sentence, and I meet him halfway. I’ve wanted this just as badly, for just as long, and I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. “I need you inside of me, too,” I whisper. “It doesn’t matter how long it lasts. I just want to feel you.”
Max groans, his eyes closing as his forehead presses against mine, his lips seeking mine out. “Tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop,” he murmurs. “No matter when. I promise–”
His words cut off as his cockhead brushes between my thighs, pressing against my drenched entrance. He sucks in a breath, his body shuddering just at that contact. “Oh god,” he moans. “It feels so good–”
I arch up, encouraging him, my pussy clenching with the need for him to be inside of me, to fill me. His fingers had felt so good, and I want more of him–allof him. I feel him nudge inside of me, just his swollen head pushing inside, stretching me, and as I reflexively clench around him, Max makes a sound that’s half pleasure, half pain.
“Ohfuck, Sasha–” His hands tighten on the pillows, his body shuddering. “You feel so good. I’m already so close–”
“It’s alright,” I soothe him, the words turning into a moan as his hips twitch, rocking him a little deeper. “I want you. I want you to fill me up–”
Max moans, his cock slipping inside of me another inch, hard and thick and as much as I think I could possibly ever take. My pussy spasms around him again, rippling along the length of him inside of me, and his hips jerk without meaning to, pushing him inside of me further. I’m so wet that my upwards arch takes him the rest of the way, until he sinks in to the hilt, and we both freeze, looking at each other with strained expressions of pure pleasure.
