Another grunt rattled my lovesick brain, followed by another, deeper one.
Mmm. Maxwell was working out.
I slid out of bed, planting my feet on the floor to find a glass of orange juice and two small pills on the side table. I twisted, thinking I did feel a little raw. My thighs, my ass, even my nipples felt raw and tingly, as if he’d just had his hands on me moments ago, not hours.
Butterflies flitted wildly as I thought about his heavy length invading me last night.
I was no longer a virgin. How did that make me feel? I’d feared feeling like a slut with morning after regrets, but with Maxwell… He cared. He was the first man in my life that seemed to really look at me and see me. I’d known that instantly about him. Like a bullet in my guts, I’d left everything inside me on the shiny wood floors of his beautiful little library downstairs and given myself over to him. So no, I didn’t regret a thing.
I slipped the tiny white pills into my mouth and swallowed them with the juice before heading down the hallway towards the sound of the sexy outbursts. I turned the corner to find his large body lying across the weight bench, naked from the waist up, his abdomen etched like patterned bricks, tight and bulging with exertion as his thick biceps held a weighted bar over his head. He counted silently, a slight frown on his beautiful, rugged face, before a low sound emanating from somewhere down deep in his belly barreled out and he heaved the bar on the supports.
He sat up quickly, his body agile despite its broad physique, then took long pulls from a bottle of water. I was suddenly conscious of standing in his small dining room, his decadently built body before me, grunting and sweating in the morning hours before one long drizzle of water trailed down his chin and throat, catching on one chiseled pectoral before trailing just past a nipple. Down the little drop went, between the narrow slice of sternum separating his rippling abdominal muscles. Arousal flooded my cotton panties as I sat watching that little rivulet make its way down his beautiful body. I’d never been so jealous of anything as I was of that tiny crystal ball of water in that moment.
I swallowed, and without thinking twice, dropped to my knees, the glistening wood biting at my kneecaps as I crawled across the floor to him. His dark eyes flared for a moment before a hood of lust glazed and fell down the length of my body. His heavy palms reached out to thread through the long strands of my wild hair, his head pulling my gaze up from the thin cotton of his waistband. I wanted to yank his sweat-dampened shorts from his hips and reveal the key that unlocked the man of my dreams, the pleasure hidden between his powerful thighs.
“What are you doing to me, Elle?” he growled, but his words were lost on my ears. My tongue darted out as my hands reached for his waistband, pulling the shorts down his thighs and revealing his heavy penis to my hungry vision.
“Elle…” he started but trailed off when I kissed the tip of his tall erection. I grasped the base, marveling at its girth, much too big to wrap my palm around. I grinned, using my other hand to fist him completely before darting my tongue out to lick the tip, tasting the dot of pre-cum that had gathered there.
A much darker groan than what’d radiated from his belly earlier fell on my ears and urged me on, flooding my cotton panties as his hands tightened in my hair.
“Fuck, Elle!” he grit through clenched teeth when I sucked his penis into my mouth, covering it with my lips and hollowing my cheeks, sucking the best I’d imagined one should. I tasted the salty pre-cum as my insides grew molten with need for Maxwell Black. My hips began rocking without my realizing it, before one large palm slid past my waist and underneath the waistband of my panties to fist at my bottom. I sucked harder and quicker, cheered on by his moans of pleasure, before I felt his thighs tensing beneath me.
Was I actually close to getting him off the very first time I’d ever given a man a blowjob? I grew giddy with my own proud excitement before Maxwell took me by surprise once again, his roughened fingers sliding past the cheeks of my ass to thrust between my legs and inside my soaked entrance. I moaned, my lips falling open in pleasure before his hand was at my collarbone and he was pushing me back to sit on my heels, two fingers sliding in and out of my body relentlessly while the other palm caressed my hot skin.
“You’re not getting my cum so easily,” he said, his palms now running up my neck and caressing every heightened nerve I had. “You’re going to work for it today,” he challenged and I gasped as his thumb worked at the tight bud of my back entrance. “And maybe we’ll have a little fun too.” His beautiful eyes burned with desire and I knew instantly he had more planned, more I would enjoy. “Once I think you’ve done enough, I’ll give you my cum. When I decide.” His lips were near mine now, hovering closely, threatening a kiss, a bite; I wasn’t sure. I wanted him, either way. “How does that sound, beautiful?”