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After wrapping me up in a huge towel, Max grabs one for himself. And then we’re in the main bedroom, lights on the nightstand tables creating a soft glow in the caramel, grey and cream room.
Carefully, he tugs the towel away from my body, goosebumps erupting across my skin.
“Max—”
“Don’t worry. I know where your mind is.”
He throws my towel to the carpet, his joining a second later. He’s cut, muscles running down his abs. I follow the line of hair to his erect cock and take a considered breath. “I’ve never been with a man as big as you.”
At some stage, I hope I can stop mentally adding:That I know of, but it has a very annoying habit of appearing in my mind from time to time.
“Iampretty tall,” he quips. He steps closer, his eyes falling to my mouth. His hand lifts, his thumb running in a vertical line from the cupid’s bow of my top lip to my bottom lip, making them bounce and tremble. “I want this mouth first.”
I nod, because it will help me feel less afraid of him, and because I want to suck on his beautiful cock. And I have to push all the negativity from my mind, only remembering the sexual, liberated creature I was prior to The Incident. I need to re-channel my lust, my desire, and how to make myself and my partner feel good.
I sink to my knees, the carpet thick and soft.
My hands settle on Max’s waist, smoothing over the sleek skin. I trace them lower, over the tight glutes of his arse. Pulling him in closer, I wrap a hand around him, the feel of him familiar. For a few seconds, I rub the crown against my top lip, loving the smooth velvety feel and heady scent of him.
His thigh muscles flex with hard-battled restraint as I lick the underside of his cock, gliding a flattened tongue along the protruding vein and around the glans. Heavy gusts of air push out from his chest as I mould my lips over the head, sucking.
Max’s hands are no longer at his side, but pushing my hair out of my face. He wants to see me. He wants to see me taking him into my mouth. But I tease him a bit longer, listening to his heavy breathing and feeling the occasional pull on my hair as he grapples with the silken texture.
“Ava.” I pull back a little, Max’s eyes flashing liquid gold. “Look at me as you swallow me.”
I’m not sure how I can look up from this position for longer than a split second. If I do, I only get the tip. Scooting my hips forward, I lean back against the foot of the bed and look up. “If you want my eyes, you’ll have to do it like this.”
He climbs up over me, his long legs straddling my hips as I slump awkwardly underneath him. With a hitch of his lips he taps the side of my face with his heavy cock.Thump thump. I open my mouth, trying to catch it, and then all I hear is: “Eyes on me.”
“Be careful. You’re packing.”
He chuckles, but it drops away as our eyes slam into each other, Max easing himself into my open mouth. With his hands on the foot of the bed, he’s at the perfect angle to look down and direct this exactly as he wants to. I taste pre-cum, relishing the addictive power behind each controlled thrust that knocks my head into the bed.
His thighs tremble. I hold onto them, running my hands up and down the solid hamstrings and the rock-hard quads as he rhythmically slinks his hips forward and back. Quickly, my jaw hurts, the back of my mouth too as he nudges against it with his crown. I gag, but Max doesn’t falter; he just uses my contracted mouth and my flattened tongue as a washboard, rubbing and rubbing until I feel him swell and throb against my tongue.
“Fuck, you look good on the end of my cock.”
One of his hands threads through my hair as he continues to shove me over his rigid length. The other cups my jaw, holding me still. And his body cages mine against the bed, leaving me at the mercy of his desire. It’s a struggle to take him, but I realise this is how I wanted it between us. I love it this way, nothing coming between Max’s needs and the goal he needs to reach.
When Max starts to undulate his hips with greater force, when his cock hits every part of my mouth—teeth, gum, the very back of my throat—he’s an absolute vision. I’m at the very limits of what I can tolerate, but I relish every moment. This is life-affirming. This is consensual. This is empowering.
His abdominals tense, his thighs follow. With a tremulous groan, Max pushes down my throat, pulsing out his savage release.
Choking, my throat rippling, I swallow what I can, Max’s gaze shimmering with ownership as I look deeply into his eyes. His hand is still tangled in my hair, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he just eases me on and off his wet dick, watching my puffy lips slide up and down his shaft as my breathing regulates.
“You are perfection,” he husks out. “I knew you would be.”
He looks flushed, wrecked, his lips parted as he tries to catch his breath. And I feel so pleased with how I handled him that I don’t give a thought to anything else.
When he withdraws, he smiles a very male smile, one that overflows with satisfaction and a dash of arrogance. I want him so badly there’s a sharp throb in my womb. “I need you,” I say.
“Baby, I’m right here.” His mouth crashes into mine, stealing my breath as he dismounts.
“Now,” I urge.
“Christ,” he chuckles, fusing his mouth back to mine while scooping me up in his arms. “I take fucking very seriously, but even I need a few minutes before I can go again.”
He lays me down on the deep mattress, the cotton-silk sheets cool against my flushed skin.
