Pieces of Him (18 page)

She takes a step back and shakes her head slowly. “No, there’s more.” The teasing smirk on her face is my undoing. She’s playing with me, and I fucking love it. In a blur, she steps out of reach and slips her top over her head, letting it fall to the floor. My eyes are glued to her, taking her mostly bare torso in. Her plump cleavage begging me to pull the cups of her bra down and taste.

“Do you want to see more?”

My eyes immediately snap up to meet the teasing expression on her face, and if this weren't our first time, I’d pull her over my lap and spank the shit out of her.

“Absolutely,” I growl … fucking growl at her like a caged animal waiting to pounce on his prey. The bulge in my pants has now reached record proportions, and I’m more than ready to see all of her. Mesmerized, I watch as her hands slowly and seductively push her pants down past her hips. My heart rate elevates when I see the light blue lace panties that match the bra I was ogling moments ago. She steps out of her pants and looks up at me innocently through impossibly long lashes, and at that moment, I realize that my girl is a fucking tease. With her
tour
drawing to a close, I decide that I’d like to be the one to finish this exploratory mission of hers. She lets out a little scream as I make my move, grabbing her by the waist and with little effort picking her up and throwing her onto the bed. Her body lands with a bounce, and I’m on her faster than she can recover, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head in one of mine. My other hand rests at the base of her neck with a slight amount of pressure, feeling her pulse there.

“You want to play this game with me, baby?”

“What game?”

“You want to play it,” I confirm for her as she giggles and squirms beneath me. My hips grind against her and something far better quickly replaces her humor … hunger. “I want to make sure this is what you want.” I nuzzle my nose alongside hers.

“I just stripped for you, Max. I can’t make it any clearer that this is exactly what I want.”

“Smartass.” My hand at her neck tightens slightly making her whimper. That’s all I needed to hear, it’s all it takes for my hand to start roaming the peaks and curves of her body. The cups of her bra come down easily with a gentle push, and like a moth to a flame, my lips are on her pebbled nipple instantly. Taking my time, I lick and suck at one, while I play with the other one with my free hand. Her soft cries of pleasure are all the confirmation I need that I’m making her feel good. She tries to pull her hands free, but I tighten my hold on her.

“No.”

“Max …” she begins at my command, but I shake my head, and immediately, she closes her mouth. I move to straddle her, using my free hand to move hers above her head, positioning them around the slats in her headboard.

“Don’t let go.”

“I want to touch you.”

“Emelia. Do. Not. Let. Go.”

She nods her head, and my cock swells at her easy compliance. It’s almost as if she knows I need to be in control here. Her body wriggles underneath me as I kiss and lick my way down to where I want to be the most. The need to see her bare is almost too overwhelming. Jesus, I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on by a woman. With a rough tug of my hands, her panties come off, my mouth immediately coming to her placing a kiss right there … Her breath quickens, and it’s like we both know that shit between us is about to get real. Using more force than necessary, I push her legs apart, spreading her so that she’s completely bare for me.

“Fuck, my baby’s so wet for me.”

“Oh, my god.” She whimpers at the sound of my words. Her reaction fuels my need for her, makes me want to make this amazing for her.

“I’ve been waiting to taste you,” I tell her right before I lick her from top to bottom. Her hips buck up, and I position my hands on her legs, keeping them spread for me and her body firmly pinned to the bed.

“Do not let go of that headboard. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” She whimpers again, and I reward her with another lick.

“Good girl,” I say as her head falls back onto the pillow. With my finger, I play with her. Sliding slowly up and down, in and out, I watch as she grips the headboard, and when I’m thoroughly satisfied that she’s had enough, my mouth connects with her swollen clit. Her cries fill the darkened room, her quickened breath and panting telling me that she’s getting exactly what she needs from me. I start by drawing lazy circles around her pretty pussy with my tongue, but as her moaning becomes more and more frantic, I pick up the pace. When I know she can’t take much more of my relentless teasing, I center my efforts solely on where I know she needs it in order to explode. I suck on her clit, lap at it, and keep my efforts there until a few short moments later she’s coming intensely, letting me experience her beauty for the very first time.

Pushing up off the bed, I watch her as she comes down from her high. Taking her in, I let her gather her senses while I pull a condom out of my wallet and strip down to nothing. As quickly as I can manage, I roll the condom onto my throbbing cock before I make my way back to her.

“You did a good job, baby. You can let go of the headboard now.” She does what I say, bringing her hands down and resting them on my shoulders as I place a kiss on her forehead. “Did you like that?”

“Yes.”

“I liked it too, baby. I liked watching you come for me.”

“Max.”

Gliding my nose up and down, I nuzzle her neck and move my hips, sliding my cock along her wet pussy.

“You feel that?” I whisper with my lips on her neck now. “You want it?”

“Max, please,” she begs and the sound ignites me. Something primal moves through me as I bury my cock inside her. She gasps at the invasion, and I still for a brief moment. As her body begins to relax and acclimate to me, I begin to move. My rhythm is slow at first reveling in the feel of her; the fucking feel of her is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Her pussy grips my cock, squeezes it, and it’s brilliant, better than any imaginable drug.

“Oh god, baby. Harder.” She whimpers, and I do as she asks speeding up the pace and that feels so much better. Jesus Christ, I can feel the tension start to build, and I know I’m getting close.

“Hold your legs up,” I command, lifting my torso slightly and using my thumb to rub tight circles around her clit. She lifts her legs, the slight change of position making her feel impossibly tighter and letting me go even deeper, and I know I can’t hold on much longer. The sensations are burning through me, and I’m so fucking close to bursting.

“Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

“Max,” she cries, wrapping her legs around my waist and clutching her hands onto my back, digging her nails in hard. As her body tightens with her second orgasm, I pound into her with such force; I’m almost shocked that she can handle it. I’m powerless to stop it, though. All control has left the building as I groan through my own release. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I’m aware of the fact that this has changed everything. This woman … she’s an absolute keeper.

Emelia~

I don’t know what in the hell that was, but whatever it was, I need more. Sex has never been like that for me … NEVER. You read about that shit in books, but you never really expect to experience it. Max delivered not one, but two orgasms … Two. He’s a miracle worker. As the cloud of euphoria begins to wear off, I begin to register his jagged breath at the base of my neck. It makes me feel warm; his hands are in my hair now, his lips trailing soft kisses across my chin and then my mouth.

“Hi,” he whispers softly. I feel that everywhere … All he has to do is whisper, and I’ll give him anything, I’ll do anything.

“Hi.”

“You okay?”

“What do you think?” I question on a chuckle.

“I think you’re good.” He drags out the good, making me smile at his cockiness.

“I’m great.”

With one last kiss on the tip of my nose, he slowly pulls out of me. I feel the loss of him, and it’s a beautiful loss. A girl could get used to that kind of loss.

“I’m going to take care of the condom.” He exits the bed giving me a magnificent view of his assets as he walks into the bathroom. Shit, I’m in serious trouble if this is what it will always be like with him. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. He returns a few moments later walking out of the bathroom completely comfortable and at ease with his nudity. Nice.

“Open your legs,” he demands getting back on the bed. Showing no patience, he places a hand on my inner thigh and pushes it down toward the mattress, forcing me to do what he’s asked. The warmth from the washcloth he uses to clean between my legs feels like bliss. This is just another level of intimacy that I’ve never experienced before; I’d never have thought he’d have it in him to be this sweet. When he’s finished, he tosses the cloth on my nightstand and lies down on his side pulling me to him so we’re face to face. He places a hand on the small of my back and runs lazy circles up and down my spine.

“Do you have to go home?” I question hoping that the answer is no but anticipating that the answer is yes.

“No. Mrs. Park is staying with Xander tonight.”

“Really?” I ask excitedly. “You’re okay with leaving him?”

“He’s right across the hall, baby. Mrs. Park knows where to find me.”

“She knows?” Suddenly, I’m feeling shy and a bit embarrassed by the thought of nice, sweet Mrs. Park knowing exactly what Max and I are up to tonight.

“Yeah.”

“Well, that’s mortifying.”

His hand gives me a squeeze and I can’t help but to notice the annoying smirk on his face. “Baby, we’re adults. I think she’ll understand.”

“Whatever,” I scoff burying my head in the pillow in mock anger, all the while enjoying the feel of his hands on my back. “You’re really good at that,” I tell him, my voice muffled by the pillow.

“I’m glad you think so.”

My head shoots up, and I don’t know why I do it, but I ask. “Have you been with a lot of girls?” I want to take it back instantly because it’s soooo none of my business. Truth be told, I’m not so sure I want to know. This night has been too perfect to be marred with what his past may or may not have been.

“I’m not a saint, Emelia. I think you know that … I’ve had my fair share of lovers, but in the last few years, it was only Keri.”

“Right.”

“I was a rebellious guy, and I had my fun. I get that you don’t want to think about the man you’re starting to care about with someone else, just like I sure as fuck don’t want to think about you with some other guy … but the past is the past. I wish I could go back in time because knowing what I know now … I wouldn’t have done all the shit I’ve done if I knew that one day I’d have someone like you.”

Well, what can I possibly say to that? It’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me. I bring my hand to rest on his face, stroking his cheek with the pad of my thumb.

“You’re right. The past is the past, but you shouldn’t wish to change any of it. All of the things that you did, that you went through, brought you here … to me.”

His eyes flare with heat and my belly flips at the sight of him. He pounces, and before I know what’s happening, he’s pinned me to the bed again. His hard body hovers over me making my belly flutter and my lady parts take notice. When his lips claim mine again, I’m more than ready to experience all that is Max all over again.