She stepped out of the bathroom to find that Max had undressed and was wearing a pair of tight black boxer briefs and nothing else. If she thought he was gorgeous in a suit, his naked body was a work of art, all solid, cut muscle—from his wide shoulders to his defined chest to that ripped abdomen . . . and oh, God, the deep, carved V that she shamelessly followed downward to the substantial bulge confined beneath his snug briefs.
Slowly, he walked in a circle around where she stood, his gaze taking in everything before he stopped in front of her. “Fuck, you look hot.”
The compliment made her cheeks warm, in the very best way, because yeah, she did feel hot. “How did you know the size?” she asked curiously.
Touching a finger to the lace trim resting at the highest swell of her breast, he leisurely followed the scalloped pattern all the way down to her cleavage. Her nipples automatically puckered against the silk, the fabric rasping against the rigid peaks.
A purely masculine smile curved his lips. “I picked out what I wanted for you to wear tonight, and Natalie helped me with the size since she has a better eye for that sort of thing than I do.”
She loved that he’d selected the lingerie himself. “You did good, though I’m sure you paid a small fortune at a place like that.”
“Seeing you like this, it was worth every single penny I spent.” He lifted his gaze from her aching breasts to her face. “Now let me tell you why I bought this lingerie for you, because there is a specific reason. One, I wanted you to feel as beautiful and sexy as you are, and two, wearing this negligee and panties is going to force you to beg for what you want.”
Not making the connection, she tipped her head in confusion. “How so?”
“I told you that I’d never pressure you for anything you’re not ready to willingly give me, and I meant it,” he said, making her realize just how much thought and planning he’d given their first time together. “Nothing comes off your body until you beg me to take it off. I want you with me one hundred percent tonight, mentally and physically. Understand?”
She nodded, consenting to his rules and appreciating the fact that he’d considered her insecurities in his planning, since it enabled her to move at her own pace. Knowing that he didn’t expect her to strip naked all at once also served to relax her, something he no doubt knew, so she could better enjoy whatever he intended without stressing and worrying about having to suck in her belly or thinking about the light feathering of stretch marks on her stomach from her weight loss. The lingerie concealed everything she was self-conscious about.
“Good.” He took her hand, and instead of guiding her toward the bed, he led her to the armchair and oversized ottoman.
He sat down, and as he pulled her onto his lap so that she was sitting on his bare thighs facing him with her knees on either side of his hips, she realized that this position was her personal fantasy, the one she’d revealed to him that night on the phone when he’d asked her how do you want to be fucked?
He placed his warm, strong hands on her knees, his fingers massaging her thighs as he skimmed them beneath the hem of her slip and slowly up her spread legs. “The last time I made you come, it was on the phone and I couldn’t watch you climax. I want that tonight. I want to watch as I give you that pleasure.”
Oh, yes, please. Those fingers, so close to her center, made her clit throb shamelessly with need. With his hot, dark gaze holding hers, he pressed his thumbs firmly against the silk panel covering her sex, and her breath caught as the wet heat of her arousal seeped through the fabric. She was already wet, her flesh sensitive and slick. He smiled knowingly as he added more of a sliding pressure, which also increased the friction all along her slit and right back up to that central bundle of nerves. His expert touch was exquisite torture.
Her insides quivered, and she grabbed on to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as a soft moan escaped her. Her knees clenched tighter against his hips, and she arched against his skillful fingers, her wanton body already chasing the promise of ecstasy he was deliberately dangling just beyond her reach.
She rocked harder against his hand, all to no avail, and a frustrated sound rolled up from her throat. “Max . . . you’re teasing me.”
“Yeah, I am.” An unapologetically devilish grin curved his lips as his thumbs continued to work her over—rubbing, pressing, circling deftly. “Is there something you want, sweet girl? Something you need?”
“I need . . .” Oh, God, how did she say that she needed direct contact to orgasm? “Take my panties off. Please,” she begged, beyond caring so long as it meant finally getting the release her body craved. “I want you to touch me and kiss me and . . . make me come.”
Before she realized his intent, his hands clamped around her waist, and he tipped her backward so that her entire upper body lay on the ottoman, with her hair tousled around her head and her legs over the side. She hardly had time to process what was happening as he grabbed the sides of the lace underwear and yanked it down her limbs, nearly ripping the delicate fabric in his haste to get it off.
Then he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her. His big palms pushed her legs indecently wide apart so there was no way to hide what he’d just bared to his gaze, and his mouth touched down on the inside of her thigh, hot and damp and beyond erotic. Her body jolted in shock, sending her mind spinning and her heart racing.
“Max.” The uncertainty in her voice rang out.
He lifted his head just enough for her to see his sexy smirk and the lust branding his features. “You said you wanted me to kiss you and make you come.”
She groaned. She had, but oh, my God, that’s not what she’d meant at all. She wanted his mouth on her mouth, not on her . . . pussy.
His soft, scorching tongue licked a little higher, and in a panic, she grabbed a fistful of hair to stop him. “No one . . . has ever . . . ”
“Let me be the first,” he murmured, his voice husky, coaxing, hopeful. “Unless you want me to stop?”
The moment of truth had arrived. Max was a man of his word, and there was no doubt in her mind if she said stop, he would, immediately. But now that she was this close, now that he was this close, did she really want to refuse something she’d fantasized about for years? Or did she want to experience what the wet heat of Max’s mouth would feel like against the sensitive, tingling flesh between her legs?
It didn’t take her long to decide.
“Please, don’t stop,” she whispered, surrendering that part of herself to him.
He groaned, as if she’d given him the greatest gift imaginable, when she knew it was going to be the other way around. “I promise you won’t regret that answer,” he said in a rasp of voice as he draped her legs over his shoulders.
And then, as if he was afraid she’d change her mind, his mouth was on her in an open, greedy, carnal kiss that made her cry out from the instantaneous shock of pleasure that surged through her. He flattened his palms on her silk-covered stomach, skimming them upward, over her ribs and higher, until he reached her covered breasts. He squeezed the mounds through the material while his tongue swept through her folds, stroked along her cleft, and swirled around her clit once, twice, three times before catching that tender bud between his lips and sucking hard.
She moaned loudly, her desire spiking to an overwhelming level.
He lightly pinched her nipples between his fingers, tugged a little harder, and she felt that twinge of pain all the way down to her pulsing clit. The length of her body shuddered of its own accord, and her hips bucked shamelessly against his mouth, her sex clenching as indescribable sensations converged into a relentless ache at her core.
And now she understood the term hurts so good, because every scrape of his sharp thumbnail over her tender nipples was torture. Every hot lash of his tongue across nerve-laden tissues was bliss. Having this man’s mouth devour her was beyond anything she ever could have imagined or anything she’d ever experienced. And still, he incited her higher and higher, until
she was dizzy and delirious and desperate for release.
“Max, please,” she implored frantically. Her fingers twisted harder in his hair, not to push him away but to make sure he didn’t leave her like this, a hot, wild mess of unfulfilled need.
He didn’t disappoint. His mouth and tongue doubled their efforts, and when he pushed two fingers deep inside her, she finally flew apart, the orgasm so intense she heard herself scream until her throat was hoarse. Pleasure suffused every single molecule in her shuddering body. Stars burst across her vision, and finally, a sweet, overwhelming oblivion claimed her.
For a moment, she felt drunk, wonderfully so, and utterly sated. And when her breathing finally evened, her heartbeat slowed, and her mind started working again, she opened her eyes to find Max standing in front of her—while she was still sprawled on the oversized ottoman. He’d removed his boxer briefs, and now he was completely, gloriously, magnificently naked. Her heavy-lidded gaze took in the impressive length of his erection, which he was currently sheathing with a condom, and shockingly, desire stirred all over again in her belly.
Finished with protection, he glanced down at her, looking smug and so damned pleased with himself, and truthfully, after the amazing orgasm he’d just given her, he had every right to be arrogant. Feeling a tad self-conscious, she automatically smoothed the hem of her short slip back down to her thighs—ridiculous, of course, considering where Max had just been and what he’d done, but old habits died hard, and Rome wasn’t built in a day.
She smiled up at him, willing to give Max credit for her first oral experience. “Umm, that wasn’t half-bad.”
“Half-bad?” Chuckling in amusement, he sat down in the chair again, completely comfortable in his nudity. “I guess I’ll just have to make sure the other half is just as good, if not better.” He playfully crooked his finger at her. “Come here, sweet girl. I want you to straddle my lap and ride me.”
Ahhh, the other part of her fantasy she’d revealed to him, she thought, as a spark of excitement ignited. She did as he asked, standing up, then situating herself on his thighs so that her sex was only inches away from his cock, which seemed so much bigger and thicker up close and personal. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the material of her slip up to her hips to expose her pussy to his gaze again, and it was impossible to hold back her moan as he glided both of his thumbs over her still-slick, sensitive flesh.
The lazy smile on his lips belied the banked hunger in his eyes, telling Hailey that he was exercising great restraint because of her. For her. “That orgasm made you nice and soft and wet,” he murmured, his touch between her legs spreading that moisture from clit to core. “You ready to take all of me?”
She nodded eagerly, and he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her up on her knees. “Slide the head of my cock through your pussy to get it good and wet before I fuck you,” he ordered huskily.
Shivering at his dirty words, she wrapped her fingers around his length, wishing he weren’t wearing a condom so she could feel the heat and hardness of him, skin on skin. As he requested, she rubbed the broad tip through her slippery folds before positioning him at her entrance.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
He locked gazes with her, and with his fingers clutching her hips, he slowly, gradually guided her down onto his shaft. She gasped as the initial pressure of him entering her tight body gave way to a sweet, burning stretch of pain as, inch by inch, he filled her up, until she was completely seated on his cock. He gave her a moment to adjust to the thick feel of him, sliding his hands up her back, then around to cup her breasts in his palms, kneading the flesh through the silk still draped over her body.
“Do whatever feels good,” he urged, leaning forward to take one of her breasts into his mouth through the fabric, making her wish the material was gone. “Move as slow as you want or as fast as you need.”
Placing her hands on his chest, she rolled her hips against his, moving up and down just enough to feel him gliding inside her, but it wasn’t enough to appease the growing ache where they were joined. He bit her nipple, and a sharp mix of pain and pleasure had her whimpering. He instantly soothed it as his tongue curled around the throbbing tip—and God, she desperately wanted to feel his mouth on her bare breasts.
Need overrode any hesitancy, and she slid the thin straps of her slip down her arms until they caught at her elbows, exposing her upper body to his gaze. He groaned at the sight of her breasts but didn’t touch them despite how desperate she was for him to. He lifted his eyes to hers; the hunger glimmering in the depths scorched her with a path of fire that shot through her belly and settled between her legs.
“Something you want?” he asked in a low, deep voice that rasped with arousal and his own restraint.
She swallowed hard and nodded. “Your mouth . . . on my breasts . . . sucking my nipples.”
As soon as the request left her lips, he fitted his hot mouth over one stunningly sensitive breast. Moaning in relief, she plowed her fingers through his hair and arched her back as his wicked tongue licked and swirled around her taut nipple, as the fine edge of his teeth nipped, overloading her senses and causing her to grind down hard on his cock, seeking to alleviate the tingling in her clit and the throbbing in her core. No matter what she did, no matter how she gyrated against him, it wasn’t enough.
She whimpered in frustration. “I need more, Max. Please. So much more.”
“I’ll give it to you,” he promised as one of his hands wrapped her hair tight around his fist, forcing her head back in a way that bowed her body and forced her breasts and nipples to rub against his chest. She couldn’t move easily, and it felt as though he were holding her captive—and dare she admit that she liked that bit of control he exerted over her?
Lord help her, she did. Very much.
He flicked his tongue along her throat, his free hand grabbing her ass and lifting her hips a few inches, giving him the last bit of leverage he needed to take over. Without warning, he surged up into her, filling her again and again, so hard and deep, so relentless it stole the breath from her lungs, and all she could do was grip his shoulders and surrender to his sensual assault.
Then his strokes changed, each rhythmic, driving thrust more angled, and oh, God, the head of his shaft dragged repeatedly over an incredibly sensitive spot inside of her that caused her knees to tighten instinctively at his sides. She started to pant as the anticipation built, as the knot in her belly turned to liquid sensation that sizzled along her nerve endings every time he sank into her, every time he withdrew.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” he growled against her throat, his voice burning with demand and desire. “Feel me. All of me.”
She did. There was no escaping the way he pummeled into her, and she didn’t want to, not when each heated slide of his cock continued to steal her sanity, and another phenomenal orgasm beckoned. He bit the side of her neck, tugged on her scalp a little harder, and she closed her eyes as the waves of passion built, then cried out moments later as an exquisite climax crashed over her.
“Jesus,” she barely heard Max swear as her sheath contracted around him, milking him. “You feel so fucking good.”
Before her orgasm ebbed completely, he slammed her down onto him, his hand letting go of her hair to grab her hips so he could grind against her pussy, so he could work his shaft deeper inside her as his own release approached at breakneck speed. She opened her eyes in time to watch him, to see him unravel and lose control.
His head was tipped back, the cords in his neck straining, the muscles across his shoulders bunching beneath her hands. His lips parted on a groan as his thrusts grew shorter, faster, more erratic, then his entire body tensed, and shockingly, Hailey felt his shaft pulse deep inside of her as he came, the sublime pleasure on his face thrilling her.
Wow. She’d done this to him. She smiled to herself as the thought drifted through her mind before she gave into exhaustion and collapsed completely against him.
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Max woke up before the alarm went off early the following morning, his happy dick already hard as wood at the feel of a warm, soft, lush body spooned up against him. Not just any body. Hailey’s. He was also equally pleased to find that he held a generous handful of breast, and he couldn’t resist plucking the firm nipple with his fingers.
Hailey moaned in her sleep but didn’t wake up. After the three times he’d fucked her last night, Max knew he should give her the next forty minutes to catch up on her rest before they had to get up. It was Monday, and she needed to be at her office at nine for a client, but he was too fucking selfish to waste the time on dozing, especially now that he’d finally gotten Hailey completely naked.
He smiled to himself. Last night’s seduction had been a resounding success. The lingerie he’d bought her had proved its worth, giving Hailey the confidence to be a bit daring that first time, and by the second round, he’d managed to coax her out of the slip, too. Baring her body to him hadn’t been easy for her, he knew, but he was fairly confident that by the third time he had her writhing beneath him, he’d finally convinced her that her sexy curves turned him on, the proof of which was currently very eager to be buried deep inside of her again. He didn’t think he’d conquered every single one of her insecurities, but he was determined that, in time, he would slay them all.
He’d had plenty of short-term relationships over the years, but Hailey was the first woman to make him feel invested in what they could have together beyond this fake engagement. Because after last night, there was no doubt in his mind that he was on the downhill slide of falling in love with her. He wanted more with Hailey. He wanted to be her protector and the man she turned to when she needed something. Wanted more fun, playful moments together. More of her smiles and laughter and watching her beautiful face as she came for him while he was deep inside her soft, lush body.
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