I turned and crawled my way to him, desperate for contact, thinking the last twenty minutes had been long enough. I reached his heavy body, legs sprawled wide in the chair, his straining erection thick in his heavy hands.
He was beautiful, like a Greek god sent here to drive me mad with lust. Turn the virgin into a whore; that was what Maxwell did. My hands trailed up the smooth fabric of his slacks before reaching his knees, relishing every hard, angled inch of him.
His eyes watched me, riveted, one corner of his mouth twisted up in a sexy half smile. “Come sit on me,” he purred in a throaty voice that had my nerves buzzing with anticipation.
I crawled up his body, feeling his roughened fingers make contact with my waist, thinking how he’d shamed me by making me clean his floor naked, and how I was repaying him by letting him have me. The real me. For the first time ever, without my mess of a life haunting me, I could be here, with him, living in the moment. No one had given me that gift before.
His hands gripped my hips as he positioned me above him, hovering over his giant erection, before I slowly eased down onto it. His head fell back, exposing his throat to my hungry lips. I felt the stretch and pull of my muscles around his length. I trailed kisses up his throat and around the stubbled, cut-steel of his jaw. My fingers dug into his shoulders when his hips jerked, feeling him stab inside me with slow, decadent precision.
“So beautiful,” he whispered before his hand was in my hair and arching my own neck back so he could repay with kisses across my collarbone, up the hollow of my neck, sucking on the delicate flesh beneath my ear lobe.
I sighed, enjoying the feel of him inside me before his fingers tightened, holding my hips in place as he took control, thrusting harder, his pants more ragged and his eyes alive with passion. “I don’t know what brought you here, but I’m never letting you go.” I felt him swell further inside me, growing impossibly thicker before one of his rough thumbs slid between us and connected at my clit. I choked on heaving breaths as he swirled and pinched, his fingers and his words urging my orgasm on until the feelings running through me were nearly unbearable.
“Let it go, baby.” His fingers worked smaller circles as he thrust deeper. “Let it all go.” His lips met my ear and the sizzling sensations of his warm breath chasing across my skin sent my orgasm spiraling down to the tips of my toes and coursing endorphins through my brain. I collapsed on his hard body, feeling so thoroughly loved with the feeling of him buried inside me, rubbing sensitive nerves and chasing his own orgasm. He left me lightheaded with pleasure until his own body tightened beneath me, his hands clutching at my neck and hair as his climax climbed through his body, his head thrusting back in waves of primal release.
I watched him, eyes riveted as his full lips parted, the dark slash of his eyebrows framing the high cheekbones and dark line of his eyelashes. My fingertips trailed up to tease the bow of his top lip, my thumb darting across the slash of his cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” I uttered, thinking out loud.
His heavy bellow caused my own cheeks to turn up in a smile. “Hardly. Must be something wrong with your eyes.”
“There isn’t a thing wrong with my eyes.” I sighed and curled up into his chest. “You’re just not used to getting compliments.”
“Well, that’s probably true,” he said before his hands circled around my cool back and sheltered me from the chilled air. “But you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His head dipped and I felt him take a long inhale of my hair. “Smell like strawberries,” he gruffed and I felt his softened erection twitch inside me.
“Strawberries turn you on?” I giggled and wiggled on his lap.
“When they smell like you, they do.” He took me in a long kiss then, pressing his lips with bruising force, his tongue tangling with mine and showing me, in every single way, that I was cherished.
Seventeen
Elle
Later that night, after having messy sex on his apartment floor and ordering takeout from the only place in this tiny town that was open, Maxwell walked me home across the small downtown to my two-story walk-up, that in all honesty, kind of gave me the creeps too. I felt Maxwell’s body tensing as we approached the small sidewalk that led up to my place, the streetlight broken out, the night darker than the rest of the well-lit neighborhoods surrounding the square.
I swallowed, thinking about all that had happened between us the last few days. I’d hardly been home since he’d swooped me out of here after Tony had shown up. He’d told me a little about his scar, that felt like an achievement of some sort, and he’d taken my virginity…I’d given it to hm. I was a different woman now, I could feel it. More confident, composed. More grown up somehow.