The question was clear in his eyes.
All I had to do was say the word, and this would end.
But I wouldn’t.
Because if I did, I would never have this opportunity again. Somehow, I had managed to slip through his walls, had gotten to see some of what he had hidden from me for years. If I passed up this chance, he wouldn’t give it to me again.
I knew that with all my heart.
I also knew that I wanted him, wanted him in any way I could have him, wanted to take whatever he would give, give whatever I had.
I dropped my hips, sighing at the combination of pleasure and pain when his broad cockhead breached my ass.
Maxim’s eyes opened ever so slightly wider, and I saw the moment he gave in to what was happening between us. He pushed a little farther, the feeling of him in my ass so foreign, searing, and sending a spiral of tight sensation through me.
He pushed again, spreading more of me, filling more of me, still controlled, still Maxim, but different.
There was an urgency in him now, a need, and I wanted even more of it. He thrust and at the same time I pushed down until he was completely inside me.
My ass burned with the stretch of his invasion, my pussy flat against his stomach and fluttering, seeking something to fill the emptiness. That contrast, being empty at the same time as I was stuffed to overflowing, made my heart pound as I groped against his broad shoulders, seeking something to ground me.
When he moved, a burning mix of pain and pleasure spiraled through me, both combining to become a sensation I’d never felt but wanted so much more of. I squeezed around his thick shaft, clenched down hard, heard his harsh breath and tight grunt as he pushed again.
I let go of his shoulders and wrapped my arms around him, pulled him as close as I could and did the same with my thighs, again bringing him completely inside me.
Then I laid my forehead against his, exhaled harshly, and then breathed in, taking his breath with mine, mine with his, our bodies locked together.
I had thought of this, imagined being with him this intimately in some way, but nothing I had imagined was like the reality of it. But when he pushed again, everything emptied from my mind except for the tight burn, the delicious emptiness, Maxim’s strong body against mine.
When I threaded my fingers at the base of his neck and kissed his forehead, he pushed a final time and then emptied himself, his cock throbbing inside me.
Fifteen
Maxim
My heart thundered with the intensity of my orgasm, but I still held her against me, her sweat-slicked skin against mine. I held her for as long as I dared, until my softening cock slipped out of her.
Finally, I lowered her legs to the ground, but didn’t let her stand. Instead, I put an arm around her waist and swept her up against me, cradling her against my chest. She gave into my hold, laid her face against my neck, and splayed her hands against my shoulders as she rested against me, her body limp with what I prayed was satisfaction.
I’d have to figure out what had come over me, what had driven me to do such a thing, but in this moment I could think of nothing else but holding her closer, the feel of her breath against my skin, her fingers against my arm, the knowledge that I had been so intimately close to her.
I hadn’t let myself think about it, hadn’t admitted that I wanted it, but now that I had touched her, had her, I couldn’t ignore that need any longer.
Now, even still, having just recently spent myself and after having had the most intense orgasm of my life, I began to harden.
But I paid my own need no attention.
I looked down at Senna, her face soft, dreamy, and saw wonder in it, knew that she was mine.
Instead of taking her to her room, I took her to mine.
The king-sized bed was made, a habit I hadn’t been able to break, so I pulled the covers back and laid her against them. Then, after a long, lingering look, I stepped away and returned with a warm wet cloth that I used to clean her.
Wiping away my seed reminded me of what we had just experienced moments ago, made me long to experience it again, and when I looked at her, her eyes soft, I realized why I shouldn’t have done that, even more that even though I shouldn’t have there was no way I could not have her again.
After I finished cleaning her, I took the cloth back to the bathroom and then returned to the side of the bed.
“You should sleep, little flower,” I said as I watched her dreamy face, eyelids heavy.
“You too,” she said.
“Soon,” I replied as I covered her body with the sheets, sad at the loss of the sight, but happy for a slightly lessened distraction.
“Good night, Maxim,” she said.
I just turned my lips up in a smile that was genuine with happiness, something I only did with her, and then I watched as she drifted off to sleep.