“Is that it?” Killian asked, her breath coming in short gasps.
“No,” Max replied. “I have been yearning for that massage you gave me the night I met you. If you can give me one tonight, then I will consider you paid in full,” he teased.
“Prepare to have your mind blown,” Killian replied provocatively. “I’ll see you at the house.”
She stepped away from him and headed out the door knowing he was following the progress of her ass as she rounded a corner and disappeared from sight.
Chapter TEN
Killian paced the floor of Max’s bedroom, arranging the different jars of spa essentials until she was fully satisfied; she had them in all the right places. She surveyed the bathroom and wondered if the rose petals floating in his tub were a bit too much. She had already poured a whole bottle of rose-vanilla fragrant oils. But gathering the small pieces of petals felt like too much work. She left them in the tub.
She inspected the candles, making sure she remembered where she placed the box of matches. All the other spa essentials were within reach of Max once he soaked in the tub.
Preparing this special spa treatment for him was a sudden inspiration. She was so grateful for the way Max defended her at the meeting earlier today that she really wanted to do something more than just the massage he requested. If he had other things in mind, she doubted she would put up much of a fight. Ever since they kissed this morning, she was in a heightened state of arousal that refused to go away.
Putting up the home spa for him was tricky. She didn’t know which was Max’s bedroom in the house. Rosa showed her. His bedroom was accessible through the inner courtyard she found so enchanting. She didn’t notice the narrow passageway that led to the door of his bedroom. It was still a part of the main house but built separately so that he could enjoy every bit of privacy he wanted.
She looked at the time and realized she still had a couple of hours to kill before he arrived. She wished Julia was home so she could have company, but she was out dancing with her friends. She left the room and went to the kitchen in search of something to drink. Maybe some wine would help the time go faster.
Then she remembered how drunk she had become and decided it wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe just one, she thought, as she filled a glass. Bringing the glass to the inner courtyard, Killian was once again captivated. It blew her mind that Max designed and built this enchanting garden. It was her favorite place in the whole house.
“I can really say it’s his bedroom,” she muttered, “I’ve never been invited to stay the night.” She giggled at her own wishful thinking.
She replayed over and over in her mind the things that had happened today. Max watching her take a shower and saying he wanted to make love to her. Max reaching for the strings of the bathrobe he offered to her. Killian swore she felt something warm and hard inside his pants when he leaned over, and just the thought of it sent heat coursing through her body.
There was that kiss in his office just before she left. It took all her resolve to pretend she wasn’t affected. She had to stop herself from doing the jig when she rounded the corner and he was out of sight.
Now here she was waiting for him to arrive to give him his surprise when in truth, what she actually wanted was something more…much more. Killian knew she wanted him badly, but…she refused to allow her mind to go there even if her body was screaming the truth. It was like a tug of war where both sides had their own reasons. Whichever side won would surely have its own repercussions, but her body definitely had the lead.
She wanted him to make love to her as if she belonged to him, she wanted him to fuck her hard. She felt herself blushing just thinking about it – she’d never wanted a man to use her like this before.
She wanted Max to kiss her and explore her body and discover all the nuances that made her who she is. She wanted him to tear her clothes off and feel his hands on her breasts, his mouth on her pussy…
“Max!” She squealed in sudden surprise.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts she failed to hear him coming. Killian flushed again in embarrassment. It felt as if she’d said her thoughts out loud and he’d heard all of them.
She noticed the strange look in his face. It wasn’t the confident guise typical of Maxwell Saint. He looked expectant but timid, anxious even like he was not confident about something.
“What is it?” she asked.
Max didn’t say a word but came closer and held both sides of her face. He looked deeply into her eyes like he was searching for her soul, looking for something there to give him the confidence he needed.
Then he asked, “Would you like to spend the night with me?”
Killian inhaled loudly, lips forming a surprised O.
She gazed at him and whispered, “Yes.”
As soon as the door to his bedroom closed, Max shoved Killian wildly to the wall, his body firmly cast against her own, slender wrists raised above her head that he clasped in one hand.
Killian felt the air knocked out from her lungs because the weight of his body was pressed so tightly against hers. She felt the wild beating of his heart, as her own heart struggled to beat in unison with his. The hard warmth inside his pants pressed firmly against her thighs, the wall behind her unyielding to the weight that was him on top of her. The solid wall managed to mold her body perfectly against his.
She raised her face up to him, realizing how petite she was compared to the immensity that made up every muscle of his body. The untamed yearning that was reflected in his eyes gave him an air of vulnerability, and it was almost easy to forget the authority and arrogance that lurked somewhere in the surface.
Killian knew her own eyes were wide as saucers, her irises dilated, her breath coming in halting puffs. She recognized all the symptoms that said she was in a very high state of arousal. She could have run a mile on adrenaline alone if he was at the end of the finish line. Her lungs felt they were ready to burst if she didn’t breathe deeply.
Looking into his eyes, she saw that they had now transformed into a million different hues she couldn’t remember what their original colors really were. She just knew that she could lose herself in those pools and never want to be found. It held her spellbound. She could read all that he was feeling, and right now, at this very moment, there was uncertainty that was a contrast to the confident individual he really was.
“Killian, are you sure?” He asked hesitantly, the ragged warmth of his breath wafting to her face.
“Yes.” She answered confidently, sure that she wanted this primal longing the first time she laid eyes on him, as well as the second, and the third…
Max buried his nose against her neck as his hands reached out and tugged at the hair tie that was holding her hair in place. Her hair tumbled, wild and free and riotous against her shoulder.
Killian remembered the reason why they were even here tonight. Her elaborate plan for a spa treatment followed by her “thank you” massage was slowly disappearing from the agenda. She wasn’t complaining though but thought it prudent that he should be reminded of her promise.
“I have a surprise for you,” she whispered to him.
He raised an eyebrow hearing her words but not fully understanding what she said. He didn’t really care as he moved away from her wanting to get a better look with those golden eyes under half heavy lids
“Let me see all of you.” He commanded.
“If I take my clothes off, I will never be able to give you that massage I promised,” Killian protested.
“Fuck the massage. I just want to see you naked again. That’s all I have been thinking of since this morning,” he replied gruffly.
Killian was only too willing to comply as she grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Her breasts heaved within the confines of her bra as she breathed heavily.
Max reached out behind her and unfastened her bra straps. He hooked his thumbs beneath the straps and peeled it away from her body. He ran the back of his pa
lm against her nipples, making them taut before he cupped both palms over her breasts holding them captive.
Killian groped feverishly for the zip of his pants as Max reached for the buttons on his shirt and undid them one by one. Killian glimpsed chest hair scattered across his torso through the half-opened shirt. She pushed the shirt back and away from his body and revealed the taut and lean muscles that lined his chest. Greek God Adonis would have cried with envy.
He lowered his head and kissed her again on the lips, her naked breasts pressed against his chest. It was comforting and erotic at the same time. She felt his hands explore the planes and curves of her back before he settled temporarily on the cheeks of her ass and gave her a tight squeeze.
Then his hands traveled to her waist, lingered there, kneading the muscles on her sides before continuing their journey higher up until he reached his destination and had both his palms cupping her breast once again. The tips of his thumbs began a circular pattern around her sensitized nipples.
“I like that…” she informed him breathlessly, eyes half closed in sudden ecstasy.
The tingling sensation that his thumbs produced on her nipples was the heat that traveled all over her body and pooled instantly between her legs and exploded in her clitoris.
He bent low over her as his lips now took possession of her nipples. He sucked on them, his lips holding them captive, his tongue giving out the same kind of sweet torture that his thumbs did earlier.
Killian threw her head back in ecstasy pushing more of her breast forward, holding the sides of his head to steady him, and egging him to do more. A sound of pleasure emanated from her lips and filled the room. Killian’s body turned rigid as an insistent yearning flared between her loins.
All thoughts of her “thank you” massage had now vanished completely. He said he wanted to see her totally naked. She still had her panties on so she grasped the sides of the small piece of cloth and shimmied off them. Completely naked now, she waited eagerly for whatever he wanted to do next.
It didn’t take long for him to shed the last remnants of his clothes, both their clothes forming a heap on the hardwood floor.
He stooped low as his hands reached out behind her knees and with his other arm straddling her back, he carried her gently to his bed. Killian’s eyes never strayed away from his, never lost touch with one another. Even after he had her stretched out on the mattress their eyes remained locked trying to read the frenzy of emotions that ran the gamut in both their faces.
Her eyes memorized the curves and outlines of his face, neck, torso, down to the flat stomach, wondering if she had the nerve to go even lower down the triangular patch of pubic hair that hid his cock. She did. And when she saw it, it left here fascinated over the beautiful specimen of manhood that was Maxwell Saint.
He stepped back and away from the bed leaving her momentarily confused. Did he not want this? Did he change his mind, she wondered?
Max grasped both her ankles and pulled her down near the edge of the bed. Then he went down on his knees. He spread her knees apart and held on to one thigh as he lowered the other foot until it was firmly planted on the wooden floor. The other thigh which had his arm around it remained bent at the knee and on the bed.
Killian was transfixed as he lowered himself slowly between her open legs. She knew where he was headed as she felt the warmth of his breath even before his tongue touched the lips of her pussy.
He parted the lips of her vagina caressing them with warm breaths of air from his mouth. Then his tongue reached out and began kissing her there. Killian moaned as her back arched off the bed both hands grasping wildly at the bed sheets.
Killian was not a fan of oral sex. She avoided it as much as she could. Most men she met didn’t know their way around a woman’s body, thinking a hard prick was all that a woman needed.
But Max kissing her there was beyond her wildest imagination. She felt burning energy that threatened to consume her leaving her weak and crazed with lust.
She thought Max’s tongue on her vagina was the apex of pleasure until he began sucking her too. The interplay of sensation from licking her then sucking her then licking her again produced bolts of electricity that went shooting through her entire body.
Killian could feel herself swelling and knew she had to be very wet from desire. Max slipped a finger inside her while his tongue never faltered from pleasuring her nipple. When he placed two fingers inside her, she thought she would surely go insane. The pleasure was racing from the top of her head to the tip of her toes and then back again.
Her moans had turned feral, her back arched high over the bed, her fingers grasping wildly at the bed sheets. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to keep doing what it was that was pushing her to the verge of sweet insanity.
If he didn’t stop soon, she knew she would cum in his face. She didn’t want that at any cost. She wanted to cum with his cock buried deep inside her. The mere thought of it almost pushed her over the edge.
She grabbed at whatever little self-control she had left and pushed his head away from her vagina. If she didn’t then her brain was in danger of exploding inside her head. She pulled him up onto the bed beside her. When he was lying next to her, she straddled him across his hips and took possession of his cock for the very first time.
Killian was never in awe of male body parts. As a nurse, she probably had seen it all. Small, large, erect, flaccid, circumcised, uncircumcised…they all looked the same.
Until she saw Max’s cock and held it in her hand.
His cock was hard as a rock. The satiny pink skin was stretched taut and she could clearly see the vein that pulsated branching out into the entire shaft that was his penis. The rounded tip of his cock gleamed with moisture that she caressed with her thumb. Then she ran her palms up and down his shaft. He threw back his head in pleasure as he surrendered himself to her ministrations. She savored the feeling of owning him and making him writhe wildly using her hands.
If her hands could weave that kind of magic, she had no doubt that her tongue could do so much more. She licked the rounded top of his penis then followed a path that led all the way down to the base of his shaft before taking all of him inside her mouth.
She puffed her cheeks as her lips moved slowly, inch by inch, traveling the entire shaft, relishing the satiny skin of his cock inside her mouth. She took a deep breath to open the muscles in her throat, swallowing more of him until she felt him fill her to the back of her throat.
Killian never thought that giving head could feel so empowering. And Maxwell Saint, Chairman of the hospital, was never someone she foresaw to be in bed with. Seeing his face crunched in erotic pleasure and knowing it was her that was doing it to him was a power fantasy she never dreamed. Each time she moved, she knew she was bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.
His body jerked uncontrollably. His breathing was becoming more ragged. His moans turning louder and more guttural bouncing off the walls of his bedroom
With a suddenness that took her by surprise, he escaped from her mouth and had her pinned beneath his body. Using his thighs, he spread her legs wide apart as his cock searched for the opening of her vagina.
Killian prepared for the assault she knew was coming. Her arms found their way to his back and her fingers entwined themselves against each other. She was ready to hold on tightly and follow his lead until they moved in synchrony towards a simultaneous orgasm.
But then he suddenly stopped hovered slightly above her face and asked.
“Do you have protection?” He asked gruffly.
Killian was taken aback. It wasn’t a question she expected when she was about to have the most intense orgasm in her life. Of course, she had IUD. As a nurse, she knew that it was more effective than the pill or the condom. She even taught it to the young girls who became her patients to avoid unwanted pregnancies.
“I have an IUD on,” she answered smugly.
“Good girl,” he praised and returned to the business
at hand.
He entered her slowly, competently, trying to make up for the interruption of making sure she was protected. She felt him deep inside her, exactly how she imagined it.
Then with a mastery that caught her by surprise, he pulled away from her leaving her bereft and wanting. He did this a couple more times adding to the intensity of the torture as he drew back making her consistently empty and wanting. She moaned in frustration.
He toyed with her as he positioned the head of his cock outside the walls of her vagina rubbing her and teasing her relentlessly. Killian’s pussy clenched wildly in an attempt to keep him inside her. She knew he was tormenting her and trying to bring her sexual libido to overflowing.
And then, it was as if he had his fill of the game. He gave a savage grunt and pushed hard as he entered her. Killian thought she would go flying off the bed. He did this over and over, filling her and ramming into her with intensity.
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