The Teachings of Maximilian David (David Family Saga: Bayou Billionaires Book 3)

by Gina Watson

  Their bags were being sent over directly from the store and since Max had phoned ahead about a room, they were escorted to the elevator as soon as they walked into the lobby. He held her hand, pulling her along while she attempted to hold onto her purse and drink from the cup.

  As they passed the concierge he stopped. “I’d like to order a couples, in-room massage.”

  “Yes, Mr. David. When would you like it?”

  “Give us fifteen minutes.”

  “Yes, sir. I have it scheduled.”

  In the elevator she finished her water and then munched on the cucumber. “Mmm, this is a great idea for flavoring water.” He laughed at her, but she just shrugged and continued to eat the cuke slice.

  “Here, have mine.”

  “Don’t you want it?”

  “I don’t care for cucumber.”

  “You were a bad kid, weren’t you? Did you not eat your vegetables?”

  “Only if said veggies were covered in cheese.”

  “Oh well, sounds like you were in need of a good spanking.” He cocked a suggestive brow at her. She took a sip of water and choked.

  His hand on her back soothed, “Are you going to be okay?”

  “I’ll make it.”

  The attendant let them into the room and she walked into a vast ornate space that could rival any king’s palace. Cara did in fact feel like a queen. She set the empty plastic cups on a shiny table for eight. She jumped when a woman dressed in an old-school maid’s get up retrieved them. She was so quiet and efficient Cara hadn’t even known she was there, but she guessed that was the point.

  “Let’s get into our robes.”

  “Mr. and Mrs. David, I’m Nancy, I’ll be at your service until nine o’clock. “May I get you something to drink or a snack before your massage?”

  “What do you like to drink?” Max asked.

  “I had all that water in the lobby. I’m set.”

  “You don’t want a cocktail? I’m having one.”

  “Okay.”

  “What’s your poison?”

  “I like champagne.”

  “Two champagnes, preferably Cristal.” He grasped her hand in his and squeezed, placing a kiss on her knuckles. Her stomach zinged with delight.

  “Is that what you wanted?”

  “You can’t drink champagne alone.”

  “Why not?”

  “It isn’t proper. Come.” He pulled her through the bedroom and into the vast bathroom. He’d never corrected the attendant regarding their marital status and that made Cara giddy with delight.

  “Wow, this place is a palace. The towels are folded like fans.”

  He pulled two robes from the closet, completely ignoring the room’s lavishness. He smiled at her. “Whenever you’re ready, take off your clothes and slip into this robe.”

  He took his robe and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. She skipped to it and pulled it open. “Where are you going?”

  “I was going to change in the other bathroom.”

  Two bathrooms? “Why not change in here?”

  “I’d love to. I just thought you might want some privacy.”

  “Well, I don’t. I’m afraid if I lose sight of you, I may never find you again.”

  In the bathroom they stood toe-to-toe and gazed at one another. “I have an idea.” She folded her arms and looked him straight in the eye.

  “I’m listening.”

  “You’ve seen me naked. I’ve yet to see you. I say tit for tat. Strip.”

  “Strip?”

  “Yes. Right now.” She took a seat on the green velvet stool at the sink and waited for his compliance. A knock at the door broke the tension. He opened it and returned with their drinks. “To a night on the bayou.”

  “Oh, good one.” They toasted, and then she sipped the fizzy liquid. “Mmm. Good.”

  “Cristal, it’s exquisite.”

  She assumed it was expensive, but to her it tasted like the Korbel she and her mom liked. “It is. Clothes off. Now.” She’d never really seen a naked man. If she were telling the truth, she’d wanted to see him ever since he strolled into the office in a sweaty T-shirt and athletic shorts. He’d had to hurry in for a minor emergency requiring his signature. She had never forgotten his scent and how it had bloomed, rich and spicy, with the heat of his body. Sweat had rolled from his head and down his neck.

  He smirked at her, and then lifted the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. The first thing she noticed were his shoulders—sinewy and hard. The muscles snaked under his skin as he brought his arms down. He bent, unlaced his boots, and then toed them off along with his socks. When he started unbuttoning his jeans her stomach fluttered. Oh, God…this was it. He pushed the denim down his legs until he stood before her in nothing but black tight briefs. His thighs bulged with elongated muscle—runner’s legs. Finally, he hitched his thumbs in his underwear and then he was completely naked. Well done, Cara—well done!

  She swallowed. His penis was long, thick, and hardening before her eyes. He had neatly trimmed chest and pubic hair and in the mirror on the wall behind him she could see his fit buns that caused her hands to tingle, wanting to be filled. He gathered his penis in his hand and pumped. Her sex screamed, feeling heavy and hot.

  “Put your robe on.” She needed him covered if she was expected to be ready for an imminent massage. He laughed.

  “Something wrong?” He asked as he shrugged into the robe.

  She rested the cool champagne flute against her forehead. “I’m just a little dizzy.”

  The last thing she remembered was climbing under the warm sheet atop the massage table.

  ***

  The next thing she felt was his kiss, sweet and lingering on her lips as she sat up on the massage table feeling as if she existed without a skeleton and instead floated through space. He passed her a glass of water with a cucumber slice. It was the first time she realized she sat in the nude to her waist and the only thing covering her bottom half were the sheets.

  “There are strawberries and cream on the patio.” She stood, naked, and he stood behind her, placing his arms around her waist and kissed behind her ear. She could hear the faint little sighs he made that were almost inaudible. His lips found her neck and kissed, lightly sucking on the finish.

  Their intimate exchange was something she’d never experienced. Her senses were heightened. His hands electrified where they touched. Reflected in a mirror on the door, her eyes saw the raw sexuality in his. He sipped champagne and with his kiss she tasted the citrus and creamy almond in the champagne.

  She wanted him—wanted to become a woman and him to be the man to make her one. She didn’t know how to go about seducing him so she opted for truth. “I want you to make love to me.”

  The suction on her skin intensified. His right hand cupped her left breast. This was the first time he’d intimately touched her and her knees tried to give out, but his left arm around her waist pulled her back to him and held her tight. His fingers found her hardened needy nipple and rubbed, sending sensation straight to her deprived sex. Behind her, she felt his arousal against her ass.

  He took her ear lobe in his lips and his hot breath in her ear had her whimpering. “You’re so beautiful, Cara. Can you feel how much I want you?” His erection pressed into her on a thrust of his hips.

  “Mmm.” Yes, she felt it and she wanted him. What was he waiting for?

  “Are you clean?”

  “Clean?”

  “Have you been tested?” He whispered in her ear.

  Oh! Yeah, she was clean. It was hilarious how clean she was. “Yes.”

  “So have I. And are you on birth control?”

  He was asking her about birth control? She’d been taking it to regulate her periods since the age of eighteen. “Yes.”

  “I only ask because I’d like to go bare.”

  “Bare?”

  “If you don’t want to I understand, but I can’t get the image of your fresh, tight cunt
out of my head and I want to experience you with as many sensory receptors as possible.”

  God, but he didn’t mince words. She thought it might be possible to reach orgasm from his heated descriptions in her ear and his fingers lightly massaging her breast. Then his fingers traveled south, stopping to rub against her soft stomach. She hated that part of her body and wished he’d stop exploring her there.

  He groaned. “I love you curves.” His other hand slid over her stomach and stilled at her hip.

  Curves. If that was what he wanted to call it then she wouldn’t argue. When his fingers slipped between her legs and gently rubbed, she dropped the plastic cup of water. “Ah, God.”

  He guided her from the wreckage. Her world tilted and it was then that she realized he was carrying her. He walked them through the large suite. When he got to the bedroom, he laid her across the bed and smiled tenderly down at her. Not unlike the Grinch, she felt her heart grow three sizes.

  On her back she watched as he stood before her and removed his robe. The air around them buzzed with his virile strength. Without warning he grasped her ankles and pulled her legs apart. He pushed her knees up to her chest so that she was completely exposed. He growled. “God, you make me so hard.”

  On display for him she felt sexy. His reactions to her body made her feel desired. His head went down and she felt his lips on her sex. He started with light licks, using only the tip of his tongue. Slowly he progressed to using the large blade of his tongue. Wet and warm she groaned. She needed more. So much more.

  “Mmm, you taste better than I could have even imagined. “ His lips found her clit and closed around it.

  “Ah. Max.”

  His tongue entered her while his fingers continued to work her clit. His groans vibrated her overly sensitive tissue. Her back arched off the bed and her fingers gripped his hair hard, pushing his head down against her as she came on a squeal. “Max!”

  He lapped up her moisture on a moan. “You taste better than two-hundred-dollar champagne.”

  He stood and pulled her bottom to the end of the bed. Leaning, he kissed her lips and she tasted her essence on his tongue. “You’re beautiful, Cara.”

  “Better without the glasses then?”

  He smiled. “I’ll take you any way you come.”

  She reached her hand down and gripped him—his slick and sticky precum anointing her palm. “I want you.”

  Looking into her eyes he rubbed his cock through her residual moisture. This was it…it was going to happen. She was nervous, but she didn’t want to tell him she was a virgin because she feared it would ruin their heat.

  His middle finger entered her all the way to his knuckle and she tensed. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” She’d used tampons, but this intrusion was different—harder and thicker.

  He removed his finger and placed his tip at her entrance. Their eyes met and held as he thrust deeply into her. The searing burn had moisture collecting in her eyes. Her back arched from the strain of taking him and her eyes closed. Her hands pushed against his thighs in a subconscious attempt to indicate she couldn’t take any more.

  His groans sounded feral to her ears and she hoped he would be gentle with her.

  Her body wanted to reject his intrusion because of the pain, but also wanted to rejoice and move due to the pleasure that accompanied his invasion of her body. She writhed and hissed air between her teeth. The pain of taking him gave way to desire and pleasure. If he would just stay still for a few moments and let her adjust she’d be fine.

  He pulled out and slowly entered her again. She tried to catch her breath but couldn’t.

  “Ow,” she cried.

  “Cara you’re so small. Am I hurting you?”

  “It burns, but it feels good too.” He kept feeding her more of his cock, but she needed a break. Her hands pressed hard into his thighs, stopping his progression.

  “Cara, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” Embarrassed she closed her eyes tight.

  “You’re whimpering and shuddering beneath me.” He pulled out.

  Her eyes flashed open. “No! Please don’t stop.” She sat up and grasped his wrists. “Please. I want to do this with you. It felt good.”

  “Why are you lying to me?”

  “I’m not lying. It stung, but the pleasure was beginning to outweigh the pain.”

  His eyes narrowed at her. “Cara, have you had sex before?”

  She looked down at his hard and needy looking cock. The veins bulged and the head was a deep red. “I haven’t, but I want to.” She swallowed back a painful lump in her throat. “I want to with you.”

  His hand scrubbed at his face and he exhaled noisily.

  “Please, Max.”

  “I’m just wondering why you didn’t tell me.”

  “I wanted to be more than a virgin or not a virgin. There should be an in between classification—I’m ready and primed for sex. I’m sorry, Max. I was also a little embarrassed and was afraid you wouldn’t want me if you knew.”

  “Wouldn’t want you?” He fisted his cock. “I’ve got blue balls over here from how much I want you.”

  “Can we try again?”

  “I’m speechless.” He sat on the bed, his body going the opposite direction as hers so that they could see one another. Given their nudity, their positioning was extremely intimate. “I’m in awe at being your first. I just wish I’d known. I would have handled myself differently.”

  “Let’s start over.”

  “Start over?”

  “Yes. Please, I don’t want to remember my first time as the time I screwed everything up. Start over, okay?…I’m a virgin. Show me your moves.”

  His smile was childlike—free and young. Rising to his knees his hands on her hips moved her up the bed, placing her head lovingly on the pillow.

  “First things first, Miss Presley.” He folded his body next to her and closed his lips around her nipple. “You need to come.” His hand dipped between her legs, gathering moisture. His gentle massage soothed her burning sex. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am for hurting you, Cara.”

  “Max,” she whispered. “You didn’t.”

  “I did, but I’m going to make things better.” His index finger teased her opening. “I’m going to stretch you a little with my finger.” Slowly he entered her and she gasped as her muscles gripped around him. The pressure on her clit had her vision going blurry.

  “Max!”

  “Come, Cara.”

  A few more rotations of his finger and she came undone. He got into position over her while she was still lost in ecstasy and pushed through her quivering sex. This time however her body was only too glad to take him.

  “Max.”

  “You okay?”

  “It’s good. Is that all of it?” She was hopeful her body had accepted him.

  “Not quite.”

  “I want to take it all.”

  His hands swept the sides of her face, smoothing back her hair. “Easy, Cara. It’s going to take some time.”

  “I want more.”

  He pushed, giving her a little bit more of himself. “Okay?”

  “Yes. Okay,” she panted.

  He kissed her lips sweetly. “It’s a gift, Cara. A precious gift you’re giving to me. Let’s not rush it. I want to make the memory vivid so that when I’m old and gray, I’ll remember this moment like it was yesterday.”

  “Max. I want that too.” His tongued swept against her lips, then her tongue, exploring and tasting. She mimicked his movements. As her body adjusted to him, he gave a little bit more. Each time she felt the slide, and then intense pressure gave way to unmitigated pleasure and tingles.

  He seemed content to kiss her lips until the end of time, but she was ready to be wholly his. Beneath him she used her hips to move, taking him deeper.

  “Cara,” he whispered and sunk to her deepest depths. “That’s all of me.”

  Pinned in place by his steely heat, she couldn’t move. Her breath became sta
ccato-like. The fullness and pressure bordered on painful.

  “Cara, breathe.” To demonstrate he inhaled long and slow through his nose and she followed his lead. “That’s good, baby. Again.”

  Her body relaxed into the mattress, her muscles contracting to accept him. He moved methodically and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “Okay?”

  “Max.” In that moment her mouth wanted to form three little words for the man she’d known from afar for six years. Afar because, though they’d shared an office, he’d been distant and lonely. She bit her lip hard to keep the words form spilling out.

  He tensed. “What is it, Cara? Am I hurting you?”

  “No. I’m just…”

  “Just what?”

  “Just emotional.” She looked into his gaze so green it rivaled a forest in full bloom.

  “Tell me.” He moved with deep, rolling waves.

  “I thought for a moment that I wanted to tell you that I…”

  “You what?”

  “I love you, Max. I’ve known for a while. I knew you were fundamentally good. I knew it.” She frowned. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you don’t want to hear this now.”

  “You’re so wrong. I do. I haven’t felt like this in a long time.” He kissed her. “How are you now? Ready for sex?”

  “I thought we were having sex.”

  He chuckled. “Touché.” He brought his forehead down to hers. “What I mean is…are you ready for me to move.”

  She’d thought he’d been moving too. It sure felt like he was.

  “I’ll start slow and build up from there.” She nodded. The long slide of his cock withdrawing had her muscles contracting to pull him back. She felt every vein of his thickness as he struggled to keep his tempo regulated. Slowly, the speed built and had her quivering for more.

  His hands slid under her ass, tilting her and she felt the adjustment deep in her womb. “Oh, God.” He was hitting something inside of her. She knew the science and suspected it was the spot.

  “Good?”

  “Oh, yes. So good.” As he pulled slowly out, she grasped his hips, pulling her into him with force. “Max. I need you.”

  “Tell me if I hurt you.” His speed increased. His arms locked at her sides and he powered into her. His sheer dominance of her body and athletic endurance spurred her senses into frenzy. She hooked her arm around his neck to gain leverage. When his finger touched her sensitized clit she detonated around him. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before—sensation from the top of her head to her toes—muscles contracting and expanding. One good thrust had him exhaling on a roar of her name. He tensed and grew larger still as his warm cum filled her.