Maximus

by Jessika Klide

He grins as he puts two pieces on my plate. "Two for my lady." He takes another bread plate and pours a spiral of olive oil on it, then hands it to me. Taking the plate, I watch him serve himself, then dip his bread in the olive oil and take a nice big bite.

  I follow his lead, dipping my bread. "Umm! This is delicious!" I look at the main dish on the buffet over the steno fire. "What has Marco sent for us to eat?"

  "Marco sent your favorite. Sausage." He chuckles.

  "Really?" I giggle.

  "No. Not really." He laughs.

  I cut my eyes at him, then roll them. "What then?"

  "Lasagna, my favorite." He takes the top off and the aroma smells divine.

  I lay my head back and lean in to get a big whiff. My tits push out of my robe. "Ah! That smells good! I’m starving!" The cool air makes giant goosebumps pop up and I close the robe over them.

  "Feed your beauty, Baby Thang. I intend to feast on you tonight." He takes the serving spoon and puts a nice portion on my dinner plate.

  "Umm." I smile at him. "Like a Beast?"

  "Like a Bear."

  "Oh, damn! That sounds deliciously dangerous."

  "It will be, I assure you." He takes the wine bottle and reaches for my glass.

  "What wine does Marco recommend with lasagna?" I ask curious.

  "A very fine, vintage Merlot." He tells me the name, but it’s lost on me.

  "What about that bottle of Champagne? It looks expensive and tasty."

  "It’s Moët & Chandon Dom Perignon White Gold. It is expensive and tasty. Kinda like the girl I’m looking at." He winks and his tongue touches the corner of his mouth, then slides to the other side, then he draws it in and bites it.

  Fuck! That is hot when he doesn’t know he does it. It’s hot when he knows he does it too. It’s fucking hot whenever he does it!

  We stare at each other and the hunger starts to build inside me. "Are we going to get to open it tonight too?"

  He laughs softly. "Yes. Later on." He grins a wicked grin.

  "I propose a toast." I tell him as he fills his glass with the Merlot. I shift in my chair, hang my hair off to one side and lift my mischievous, sparkling eyes to his. "Which of your heavenly body parts can hold enough liquid to suck a toast from?" I let the robe fall off my shoulders, squeeze my tits together and show him my cleavage vessel. "Mine’s easy."

  His eyes turn dark and I see his needy face. He tells me with a deep low voice. "Don’t under estimate licking."

  "Oh. I don’t. I know the value of a good tongue lashing." My tongue drags across my bottom lip and then I bite it.

  "So do I." He says and I know for sure that tonight is going to be heavenly.

  I raise my glass to toast. "Here’s to Heaven. May we find eternal bliss there." I squeeze my tits together and drip the wine into my cleavage, then I pull the robe back over my tits. "For later licks."

  He smiles as they disappear, then looks away. "Eat." He commands and I giggle to myself. I’m such a naughty tease.

  I obey and proceed to devour my lasagna. "Umm. This is really good. My compliments to Chef DeFranco."

  We eat in silence then he says. "I think we should discuss the Celebration. I received confirmation a little while ago that an official announcement will be made at the Celebration dinner." He smiles a smug but excited smile at me, as if he knows something very special and I don’t, then he continues to eat.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Finishing, I set my fork down and study him. I imagine the CEO in action and I know he will be successful in his new position. When he is finished, he wipes his mouth with his napkin, then takes his glass of wine and studies me too, over the rim. I smile the same smug smile back. His hawkish dark eyebrows are truly gorgeous, framing those emerald green eyes as he searches my face. I can see that he wants to tell me something so I invite him to. "Say what you want to say Mr. Moore."

  He reaches across the table for my hand, and I slip it into his. Even in a white robe with tousled wet hair, his businessman demeanor is hot... as... hell. I expect him to tell me he is going to become the new CEO, but instead he says. "You know whatever is announced tomorrow night that we are good, right?" His thumb strokes me. "If you aren’t comfortable with the arrangement, then I don’t have to do it. Business is business and pleasure is pleasure. I can distinguish between the two." He stops talking and waits for my answer.

  I lean forward on the table to take his hand in both of mine. I play with it for a little while, then I smile up at him from under my lashes. "I know no matter what the announcement is tomorrow night that you and I are good. Yes. I see no reason why I wouldn’t be comfortable with any arrangement you decide on. If it’s something you want to do, then you should do it. I’ll support whatever decision you make. But, and this is a big but Mr. Moore, in my world, business is pleasure and pleasure is business." I grin at him. "In my world, there’s no need to distinguish between the two."

  He grins, but maintains his seriousness. "Siri, the future is bright. Brighter than you realize."

  I grin back then drop my eyes to watch my thumbs stroke his hand. "Aurei, you have made my future bright. Whatever the announcement is, whatever I need to do to support you, I’m willing to do it. Even if it means not dancing as Seary." I glance up and his eyes are watching our hands too. "Since we’ve become one, I honestly don’t know if I can dance the runway anymore and the thought of turning another guy on with a personal lap dance, just doesn’t feel right." I squeeze his hand as the thoughts formulate. I hear the truth of my words as I speak from the heart unguarded and they are changing my world forever. "I think teaching the girls instead would be a better option for me now. As far as my Fucking Fantasies go, I can still do that venture, but manage them instead of performing them. The art of seductive dance can be choreographed and there are a lot of talented dancers. That’s not a problem. It’s the gift of reading people’s sexual natures that I have and it can’t be taught." I look up and give him reassurance with a sweet smirk. He looks at me and his eyes have relaxed. The hawkish look is gone. Only a man in love looks back. "Since Laura got pregnant, Cat has been doing everything. She will jump at my offer to teach." I smile at him. "Besides, I can keep dancing as Surreal. We got this, Sugar Bare. We are good."

  He brings my hands to his lips and I see the thunderous intensity flash. "I would never ask you to give dancing up, but the fact that you are offering this tells me everything I need to know about your level of commitment to us." His eyes lock onto mine and the thunder reaches down to my wildness and I feel them melding together. The bonding dance of love and commitment brings tears to my eyes. His lips pucker and he nibbles the tips of my fingers. The sweet sensations start to spread from his lips up my arm to my tits. The tips tingle as my breasts swell with desire. I feel my clit begin to harden and my pussy wets itself.

  The time for talk is over. The time to tease is now. The time to fuck is near.

  "You are my Sweet Sugar Bare and...." I smile a sexy half smile at him as I pull away, and pick up my wine glass. My eyes hold his captive as I lean back in my chair, put first one foot on the table, then the other one, and spread my legs wide. I release the belt of my robe and it falls open. My entire female anatomy is on full display and his eyes feast on me. "My Fucking Golden God. Now is that all? Because Heaven waits."

  His eyes look up at me from his hooded lids and the hunger is there. "You are simply stunning, Siri."

  I hover the glass of wine over my exposed pussy and a shallow smile flirts on my lips as I look down at it. "Mr. Moore, do you have anything else to say to me before I propose a toast?" I start to tip it, then stop and look at him as I slide my other hand down my abs to my labia lips while I purse my mouth and tease him. His thunder shines from his eyes as I spread my lips and show him both the tip of my tongue and my hard clit.

  "Fuck it. It can wait till later."

  "Yes! Here’s to fucking it." I salute the wine glass, then tip it. When the liquid hits my clit, I suck my breath in through my teeth
and close my eyes. I hear his chair as it scrapes on the patio tile. Then I feel him at my chair. He hooks my legs under his arms as he pulls it around to him, then I feel my legs on his shoulders and I brace for ecstasy. His mouth covers my vulva and he starts off sucking and licking, then flicking until my hands find his hair. I twist my fingers in it and hold his head while I flex and fight him. Wanting to orgasm, but not wanting to come. He lets me rise and fall until I’m moaning over and over again needing him to release me. He slides two fingers in, but he doesn’t finger fuck me. Instead he hooks them, pushing up against my g-spot and forcing the labia lips all the way open. His wide tongue drags over my exposed pleasure points, making me quiver then it moves around and around, falling over my clit and making my hips jump with the joy of it. He works his tongue between the two. Each thrilled when they are stimulated and each throbbing when they are not. Finally, I can’t stand it anymore and I scream. "FUCK ME NOW!"

  He stands, holding the chair by its legs and tips it onto the back. My body wants to slide from the edge as gravity pulls me away, but my hands latch on and I keep my pussy in position. Every part of me longs for his cock and I open my eyes to see his golden rod thunder into me. Wham! Wham! Wham!

  "Ooooo! Ooooo! Ooooo!" Sweet sensations flood my body, and I cum instantly! I take deep gulps of air and look up at him.

  The view is incredible! He stands holding the chair. His arms and chest are bulging with the weight. He looks every bit like the Golden God I named him. Controlling his desire and stopping before he finishes, he breathes deep and slow. As his cock starts to withdraw from me, I slide my hands up his powerful arms to grip his bulging triceps as I hook my feet behind his back. We stare at each other for a moment frozen in a time lapse. The need, the desire, the passion for each other mingling with the belonging to and the love for each other.

  Then he growls and he puts one hand in my hair and one on my throat. He holds me captive as he forces my lips to smash into his. Our breath blows hard against our cheeks as our passions explode. He carries me contorted around him to the bed. His hands cupping my head keeping my lips sealed to his. He growls the entire way there and the sound only feeds my need again for fucking fury.

  As he crawls into the middle of the bed, I see the picture of Heaven over me and know I’m there. It isn’t in this house or in this bed. It’s in his arms. It’s being possessed by him and possessing him. It’s this state of mind.

  His body slams me down, pinning me under him and he lays on top of me kissing me with a ferocious passion. I feel his cock throbbing and needing me, but he doesn’t give in to it. He just fucks me with his tongue. Thrusting it over and over down my throat. As I kiss him and accept him down deep, I relax and give him all of me. My hands rub his smooth skin and my palms tingle with the touch as his heat. He pushes us apart and I feel his cock, hard against me. When I look up into his face, I expect to see sweetness, instead I see his thunderous intensity staring down as he hovers. His eyes are scary dangerous and his green gaze cuts me. His voice is husky and strained. "Damn you, woman! You drive me out of my fucking mind!" He closes his eyes and shakes his head.

  I lay still, waiting patiently, watching him breathing deep, calming the beast inside. Understanding him in a way I couldn’t have imagined a week ago.

  When he can, he speaks to me. "Siri Wright, I mapped out a romantic evening for you tonight. I wanted to take you on a trip to the stars, and give you a taste of what Heaven will equal. But now ... all I can think about is how bad I need to fuck you!" He grips the covers on the bed as he hangs his head. "Damn it!"

  "Sugar Bare," I whisper. "It’s ok."

  "No. It isn’t."

  "Yes, it is. Anytime we fuck it’s heavenly." I rub his arm and say, "Heaven equals fucking you."

  His eyes smile, but his lips stay pressed tight together so I try again. "Heaven equals fucking me." His lips turn down in a smirk.

  "Heaven is different, Siri."

  "You keep telling me that, but I’m as happy as I’ve ever been in my fucking life, fucking you and I can’t imagine it being any fucking better than this." He looks at me and I smile sweetly at him. "Every time we fuck you take me to Heaven. Truly, I don’t need the romance. It’s nice. Sure, and sweet, but I don’t need it. I just need you." I reach up and lay my hand on his cheek. He nuzzles his face on it, then I say with a light hearted voice. "I need to fuck you too. It’s who we are. We are ... fuckers."

  He chuckles and when he smiles at me, I see true love looking back. His face is so beautiful! He touches my necklace. "Heaven isn’t about fucking, Wild Thang." Then he smirks. "Well, it is, but it is more with Moore."

  I smirk back. "All I know is that more with Moore is a good fucking thing and Moore being in me equals me being in Heaven."

  A grin sneaks up on him and breaks his smirk. He shakes his head at the bed again and says. "I’m going to fuck you so hard and for so long you're going to forget your own name and know only mine."

  "Promise?" I tease.

  "I promise this too." He crawls over me, pushing me under him. I look up and see his thunder is under control, but his voice is husky and serious when says. "I want you to know...."

  I wrap my legs around him and I hoist my hips up to his. "Do you mind? It just seems ...." I roll my eyes then slide my pussy along his cock.

  He chuckles. "Wright?"

  "May I have Moore?"

  He sighs and let’s go of what he was going to say. "A quickie, OK?"

  "Ummhmm." I smirk, knowing it won’t be.

  "You are my Heavenly Thang, Siri Wright." He slides his knees apart and his body goes down on me. I arch my back with the velvet feeling of fullness as his cock slides in again. Looking on his face, his eyes are a pure emerald green. Paradise. "I promise to fuck you forever."

  Chapter Fourteen

  As he steps off the bridge that spans the pool carrying me on his shoulders into the darkness of the courtyard, I see small lights in the hedgerow and the whole area looks magical like twinkling stars.

  I point up to the real stars. "Oh! A shooting star!"

  He stops and looks up too. He asks with a tone of discovery, "Do you wish on shooting stars, Siri?"

  "Sometimes." I give him a thoughtful answer. "Sometimes I do it just so Karma knows exactly what I want." I look down from the heavens and lean over so I can see into his eyes. We twinkle at each other. "Do you, Aurelius?"

  "Sometimes."

  We look up to the stars again, then he continues into the courtyard.

  "What do you wish for, My Golden God?"

  "I wish for peace, prosperity, and purpose."

  "Hmm. That’s noble."

  "I don’t know about all that, but I’ve had enough conflict to last a lifetime."

  "Sometimes I see peace in your eyes."

  "You’ve changed my world."

  "Humph! I rocked your world!"

  He chuckles. "You sure as hell have."

  "I sure as Heaven have!" I lean over to see his face again and he has to stop walking. I pucker up and he kisses my lips with a sweet butterfly kiss. I sit back up and he walks again. His strong stride unaffected by my weight.

  "You wished for pussy too."

  He chuckles. "I wished for perfect pussy and I found her."

  I hold my arms up to the stars and say. "He has found perfect pussy to pound that gives him peace, prosperity and purpose!"

  He laughs and spins us around twice, making me giggle and almost fall off, but he pins my legs under his arms to hold me secure. Heading straight again, I lean over and ask. "If you are going to sing, can I dance?"

  "If you want to."

  "I want to be back in bed, but you drug me out here so if you sing, I will dance."

  "If is the key word."

  I put my elbows on his head and rest my head on my hands. "The stars look different here. I hadn’t thought about that before."

  We finished our mad rush at a fast and furious quickie that turned into three back to back sessions and a sh
ort snooze. As we lay there holding hands and staring up at the picture of Heaven, he made a promise to me that he would make it worth my while if I would indulge his romantic evening. I agreed and he sent me to the bathroom to put my hair up and grab my fur and boots. I found him on the patio by the fountain where he hit a switch, and bubbles danced out. They splashed into the hot tub, and I started to giggle. He took my fur and boots, then commanded. "Go get the Champagne and flutes. Meet me right here." I took off, grabbed them and on my way back watched his naked perfection on full display returning from setting my coat and boots down on a bench by the bridge at the other end of the patio. When he arrived, he swooped me up and instructed me to carry the bottle and glasses over our heads, then he proceeded to walk into the hot tub with me. He bounced us enough to get good and slippery, then he eased us over the infinity edge into the pool, where he swam the length of it on his back while holding me by my tits. I giggled the whole way. At the pool stairs, he again swooped me up and hurriedly carried me out of the water to the bench where he dried me off, then wrapped me in my fur, sat me down and put my boots on. "Cozy?" He asked as he dried himself off.

  "Very." I grinned at him.

  "Good." Then he picked me up and took me over the bridge. When we entered the courtyard, he took the Champagne and glasses from me, then squatted so I could ride on his shoulders.

  As we continue to the arbor on the other side of the yard, I realize I can see my breath. "Aren’t you cold?"

  "Negative. Are you warm?"

  "Affirmative."

  He chuckles.

  We arrive at the other side, and he squats down so I climb off. I follow him to a small glass table where he sets the glasses and Champagne down. There is a beautiful bouquet of natural wild flowers in the middle surrounded by candles. As he leans over the table to light them, my eyes naturally fall to his perfect fucking muscle. That ass is so to die for. He looks back and catches me eyeing it. "What?" I giggle. "I can’t help it. You’re beautiful to me and I will never get tired of enjoying the sight of your body."