I nod frantically while he pulls my corset all the way off, as I yank my shorts down, leaving me fully naked on the bed. He steps back and out of my reach, and I whimper while he stares at me.
“Please, Maxim, make love to me. Make me yours, I want you so bad,” I say, as I sit up and reach for him. Usually, I would be thinking about my belly rolls or the best angle to make me look sexiest for him, but my mind isn’t even thinking straight. I’m less concerned with the fact that I’m butt ass naked for this man than I am with the fact that he’s too far away for me to touch.
“Will you take your clothes off? Please?” I ask, and he shakes his head before pulling back. His movements are slow and almost... nervous as he pulls off his shirt.
I nearly pass out from the sight of him, all shirtless and manly and virile. Yes, virile. His chest is covered with a smattering of black, coarse hair which tapers into a sexy happy trail that disappears into his waistband. He’s gloriously thick and muscular and perfect.
In addition to the pure raw sexuality of him shirtless, he also has like a million tattoos for me to study, though I’m hoping I’ll have more time later because right now all I can focus on is the look of hopefulness mixed with a little shyness on his face.
“You’re making me a little nervous,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh. Which was apparently the wrong thing to do because he withdraws immediately, locating his shirt and attempting to pull it back on. I jump up and stop him, grabbing his shirt back and tossing it perhaps a little more forcefully than completely necessary. But I want to know what the hell is going on.
“What happened? One minute you were all good, the next minute you look kind of upset?”
“You tell me,” he spits out, not necessarily angry but—sad? What the?
I run my hands up and down his chest, hoping to soothe him but unsure of what just happened. “I’m so sorry Maxim, but I don’t know what’s going on right now. Can you tell me why you're upset?”
He sighs heavily and avoids looking in my eyes. “You looked at me like you were disgusted when I took my shirt off.”
And that is definitely not what I expected him to say. I am so confused. “Wait, what? I did?”
“Okay, well not disgusted,” he admits, “but I don't know, maybe pained? I know I have a lot of ugly scars and tattoos. It has been a long time since I was naked with a woman. I know you deserve someone much more handsome and I am sorry.”
It takes me a moment to form words because I'm honestly flabbergasted. Once I find my voice, all I can do is blurt out, “I’m sorry, are you fucking insane?”
He blinks at me in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“You think there’s any universe in which I don’t find you the hottest man I’ve ever seen? Are you kidding?”
Chapter 14 - Maxim
As I look down at the naked beauty standing in front of me, her arms crossed, her face contorted in disbelief, I have to consider that maybe—just maybe—she’s telling the truth. That she is actually attracted to me.
She hurriedly reaches for the sheet and wraps it around her perfect body, covering herself up from my gaze.
“I’m sorry, Ava. I’ve just... I haven’t really done this in a long time, and my last experience...," I trail off, unsure of how much I should share right now. I don't want to kill the mood, but it is important that she understands where I am coming from. She looks up at me, her face open and caring, waiting patiently for me to continue. Her unflinching openness and desire give me the push I need in order to continue.
"I have only done this one time," I say, and her face transforms with shock. "I know that's hard to believe since I'm in my 30s, but I had a bit of a rough adolescence and I never quite felt comfortable around other people. I know it is not exactly the image I project, but it's the truth. It took me a while to trust someone that much." I pause again, remembering the feelings I had with my ex, a woman I thought I loved and could be myself with.
"My first experience—I guess I scared her when she saw all of these scars." I turn to show Ava the extent of the scarring up and down my torso, souvenirs from my awful childhood. When I turn back to her, her eyes are brimming with tears. Christ, this is not what I expected this night to be like.
"Maxim," she says, wiping away her tears with an impatient hand, "your scars make you who you are. For the record, the main thing I'm thinking when I look at them is sadness about you experiencing so much suffering in your life. And I know it's too late to heal them, but I hope that you'll let me soothe them and make new memories for them."
And now I think I might be the one to cry. Nobody has ever said anything so lovely or kind to me. I squeeze my eyes shut against the wave of unfamiliar emotions. As much as it hurt to have that experience in my early 20s, I know, at this moment, that I wouldn't have changed anything about it. A decade of celibacy and feeling like I'm some sort of monster—all of it is worth sharing this moment with Ava right now. What I feel for her is nothing short of miraculous, and my feelings for my ex seem childish in comparison.
When I open my eyes again, Ava is staring up at me with her trusting eyes and open smile. I kiss her forehead.
"Sweetheart, I hope you understand. Once we do this, I won't want to let you go. You will be stuck with me. And I know I’m not a handsome man or anything, so please make sure you can live with that. Forever."
She rolls her eyes, my sassy girl. “Okay, shut up. Now you’re just fishing for compliments.”
“I’m not, I promise. It just feels strange to me that you would be so accepting of all of this.” I gesture to my body, especially the several long scars running down my torso. They’re ugly and angry and definitely not sexy.
“Maxim, I promise you, the first thing I thought of when I saw you was how embarrassing it would be if I came without you touching me. You’re fucking sexy and I can’t wait to spend forever just looking at your tattoos and learning all about them, plus kissing every single scar on your body.”
Her desire for me and belief in my goodness is overwhelming. I can barely breathe under the intense relief I feel coursing through me.
She slowly drops the sheet from where it has been covering up her body, and immediately my dick wakes up fully. She's mouthwatering and perfect. Every single inch of her. I need to get those big tits in my mouth again. She stares at me for a beat and then sighs.
“You’re like literally perfect, and the idea that I wouldn’t want you is laughable. And honestly, you accept me looking like this, so—“
I growl and surge into her space. Her eyes widen with a flash of fear for a second before narrowing on me in anticipation.
“Don’t you dare finish whatever you were about to say. Don’t you dare say one bad word about yourself. Your body is—” I pause to take a breath, “it’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. I want to weep at the fact that you are letting me look at you and touch you and—“
She cuts me off with a firm kiss that takes the rest of my breath away. I’ll never get used to her, I swear.
Chapter 15 - Ava
I'm aching like crazy after our false start. I've never done this before, at least not the whole penis in vagina part, but somehow my body seems to know exactly what I need.
Him.
Inside me, all over me, all of him and all of me. I'm desperate for it.
His touch is reverent as he settles me back against the pillows. We are both finally completely bare to one another, and I feel so connected to him even though he's barely touched me. I writhe under him, unable to hide my impatience for much longer.
He chuckles a little and shakes his head. "Sweet girl, I want to make this so good for you. I want to make this perfect," he whispers. And Jesus, what did I do in a previous life to deserve this man?
"It's already so good," I tell him, "but it would be so much better if you fucked me already. Please, Maxim, I'm dying here." I wish I could say I'm embarrassed by my whining, but I'm not. I need him however I can get him.
He captures my mouth
in a hot, searing kiss, our tongues battling for dominance before I nip on his lip. He groans and pulls away. "Dangerous girl," he murmurs, as he moves his way down my body. He stops at my breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth and tugging on the other with his fingers. I wordlessly encourage him to go harder and he does so with gusto, sucking hard and nibbling and pulling until I wonder if I can come without him even touching my pussy. Just as I think I'm going to explode with pleasure, he releases my nipples, ignoring my moan of frustration, and continues on his way down down down to my pussy.
I feel his nose gently rubbing at my clit as he slowly shakes his head from side to side. Fucking hell, I never realized noses could be so fucking sexy, but I might come just from feeling his nose on me. Hell, any little touch at this point is likely to put me over the edge.
Maxim's big hands circle my thighs before he wrenches them apart, baring my aching pussy to him. He licks his lips and smiles up at me.
"You're torturing me," I say, and his smile grows wider. Bastard.
"I know, baby, I know. Trust me, I will take care of you. Okay?"
I catch his eye and I know he isn't just talking about tonight. I know he's talking about forever. I nod and he rewards me by flattening his big tongue against the entirety of my slit, first taking superficial tiny licks before slowly working his tongue deeper and deeper into my core, parting my lips and lapping up every single inch of me. He groans into me, his own frustration apparent as he rests against my pussy.
"I swear to you, I could come just from eating this hot little pussy," he growls. "Fuck me, Ava, you taste so delicious, so perfect. And you're so goddamn wet."
My response is indistinguishable babble as I grind my hips closer to his mouth, needing him, needing everything.
He swipes his thick fingers through my wetness, sticking one in his mouth and groaning when he tastes me again. The other finger he holds up for me to taste, and I take him into my mouth, sucking and licking the way I would if it was his dick. Maybe it's bad to say, but I love tasting myself like this, on him. His eyes narrow as he pulls his fingers from my mouth.
He looks up at me in concern. "I'm going to put them inside you, okay?"
I nod frantically, because yes of course. Where else would he put them?
He smiles at me like he can read my mind. "I don't want to hurt you, beautiful. You said you'd never...," he says before trailing off.
"Oh. Well, I've touched myself and stuff. I'm pretty sure there's not really a cherry to be popped. But you'll be the first dick," I tell him.
He growls his displeasure. "I'll be the last dick too, you got that?"
God, something about his bossiness right now makes me even wetter.
"Answer me, sweetheart. Tell me you know I will be your first and your last."
I decide to let go of any remaining inhibitions and let him all the way in. "Yes daddy," I moan, and oh fuck he's got two thick fingers inside me, his nostrils flailing with restraint as he works his way in and out.
"Daddy, huh?" he asks, and for a moment I feel like maybe I went too far. But I can't think about that right now, not while he's inside me like this. "Where did that come from?"
God, he's asking me questions while attacking me with his fingers and sucking on my clit and I don't know how he expects me to answer him but I can barely even focus on anything. What did he say?
"It just came to me, I don't know, I just—"
"No," he growls, fucking me with his fingers and using his other hand to pinch my clit. "I loved hearing you call me that. I never thought about it, but it is perfect. I'm going to come without even getting inside you."
"You better not," I warn, and he flashes me a grin and a wink.
"Okay baby girl, I'll save my come for you, but only if you come on my hand first, okay? Will you come for daddy?"
Oh shit, oh shit, hearing him call himself that is enough to almost obliterate me. I'm on the verge of exploding when he shifts his fingers inside me, hooking them toward my front wall while he continues squeezing my clit.
"Fuck fuck, daddy, yes yes, just like that."
"That's right beautiful, come for me, give me all your cream, come all over my hand and then I'll give you this big cock."
"I'm—oh god, I'm—daddy, daddy, I'm coming, please don't stop, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm—"
My brain short circuits, my vision blurs, and my hearing drops out the moment I explode all around him. It's the longest orgasm of my life, and I can feel my pussy spasming around his fingers. I come slightly down from my blissful oblivion, but Maxim is still working his fingers inside me, still rubbing against that spot that makes me feel a way I've never felt before.
"Christ, that was the hottest fucking thing I have ever witnessed," he says. "You came so beautifully for daddy, didn't you baby girl?"
I whimper as his fingers build me up toward that impossible peak yet again. I don't know how he's doing it, but I know I wouldn't stop him even if the world was on fire.
"One more, princess, come for me one more time before I put my cock inside you," he commands. "Come for daddy and I'll give you everything," he promises. He sucks my clit into his mouth harder, sucking it and nipping it hard and oh shit, that's it.
Soon, I'm bucking against his hand as he pinches my clit again and murmurs encouraging words to me, things like how beautiful I am and how good I feel and how he wants to do this until he dies. Finally, I come again for him and this time I can barely control my babbles or movements. I look down at him and see a stream of fluid hit his chest before he growls and buries his face in my pussy, rubbing my wetness all around him. Fuck, did I just squirt?
As if he hears me, he looks up at me, his face absolutely covered in me. "Holy shit, angel. That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. I'm going to make you do it again and again, but first. I need inside you, please baby."
"I've been begging you for that for what feels like hours," I whine, unable to resist being a little brat even after he gave me so much mindless pleasure.
He pauses as he kisses my neck, letting the thick hot length of his dick rest against my mound. I shift so his erection crudely parts my lips, allowing his hardness to rock against my still-pulsing pussy.
"Hurry," I say, and he shakes his head.
"Do we need...? Should we use...?"
"No, no condom. I don't... well you know I've never been with anyone. I'm clean. Plus, I'm on the pill. So you can come inside me."
He curses under his breath before speaking to me again. "I'm clean too, just so you know."
I nod and say a little prayer of gratitude once I feel the thick head of him rubbing the outside of my folds. He captures my attention with his gaze before starting to push in. He's waiting for the go-ahead but I swear to god, I am so tired of waiting.
I trail my hands down his muscular back, feeling the raised landscape of his scars until I reach his ass. I cup his cheeks and slowly but firmly pull him deeper and deeper into me.
It feels like a brand new world of possibility, but it also somehow also feels like home.
Maxim halts his progress of filling me, shaking with the effort of holding back. "Am I hurting you, my love?"
I shake my head and pull him closer to me once again. "Please, make love to me. Make me come around your dick. Fuck me, Maxim," I beg, and thankfully he does, filling me all the way with his delicious dick. Once he's inside fully, we both groan in relief.
He gently brushes my hair away from my face as he moves inside me, dotting kisses all over my cheeks and forehead, nose and lips. "You feel so perfect, sweet girl. I never knew it could be like this," he says, sounding genuinely surprised. "I'm sorry, I won't last very long."
I shake my head. "Me neither. You've got me so close to coming again. Please let go with me. Give me every single drop of your come."
"Oh shit," he groans, picking up the pace inside me as he leans back to sit on his heels. He holds onto my thigh with one big hand while using his other thumb to flick my clit the wa
y he already knows I like. That coupled with the most perfect stretch of his dick inside me sends me over the edge a third time.
"You want to come for daddy? Come for me baby girl," he demands.
"Yes, daddy, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck—"
"I'm going to come too, tell me that's what you want. Tell me you want this come inside you."
"Yes daddy, please come inside me, please give me all your come—"
"Baby girl, fuck, you're so perfect, I can't hold on any longer."
I shatter around him, my pussy clenching around his dick as he continues to pound into me, all the while squeezing my clit. I swear I'm going to come again as he increases his speed, thrusting and pinching and telling me how beautiful I am.
"Yes, let me have all that come. Fill me up with it," I whimper, loving that I can affect this beast of a man like this. It seems like my words push him over the edge because suddenly he stills inside me, his hot hard length pulsing as he lets out a roar and unloads everything into me. It's the sexiest thing I've ever felt, his hot come shooting into me, and it sends me over the edge once more. "Oh, I'm coming again, I'm—"
He gives my clit a harder pinch than usual before spanking it, hard, and I swear it should be illegal to come this many times but it's happening, and I'm squirting again, all over his cock as he holds himself inside me. After we've wrung out every possible fluid from one another, he looks down to where we are joined and slowly pulls out of me, only part of the way before thrusting slowly, deliciously, back inside me.
"My come is leaking out of you, baby girl, it's so sexy but I want it to stay inside you forever."
"Maybe you'll just have to give me more," I say, yawning and pulling him down close to me. He flips us over so he's on his back and I'm laying on top of him, his still semi-hard dick inside me. He rubs my hair as I drift off to sleep on top of him. The last thing I remember is whispering into his chest hair. "I love you, Maxim," I say, before promptly passing out.
Chapter 16 - Maxim
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