He laughs, not cruelly, and reaches out for my hand once more, guiding it back to him. He wraps my fingers around him, and he must see that being taught what to do eases my tensions, because he begins teaching me how to stroke him.
Our eyes meet as our hands move up and down his cock, and I can’t help but give him a small, excited smile.
“Get on your back again,” he says, and I obey, laying my head back on the pillows. “Spread your legs.”
Again, I obey, and this pleases him. He looks down on my wet, spread pussy, and it sends an illicit thrill through my body.
“You have the prettiest little pussy,” he says, his voice heavy with lust, and he reaches down, drawing some of my juices up to my clit again. “There’s no going back from this. If you give this to me, we’ll forever be bonded,” he says, and I love the way he says that.
And I love the idea that we’ll always have a link to one another, something far happier and more fulfilling than him saving me from slavers. This is something I want, something I’m choosing.
Something I can give him that he desires.
He grabs hold of his cock as he leans over me, holding himself up on his right arm as he looks me in the eyes. And that’s when I feel it. The head of his cock touches against my virginal opening, and I gasp. He pauses, and I wonder if he’s concerned that I’ve changed my mind. I wrap my arms around his neck, though, and that assuages him enough to begin to sink his full, powerful length within me.
It feels like so long, yet so short of a time before he’s rested into my depths. I was always warned it would hurt, but it’s just a dull ache, a strange sensation that’s not altogether unpleasant, and when he stills, it quickly fades into a distant memory.
He groans before his mouth finds mine, my scent still on his lips, filling my nostrils with its strange sweetness. My tongue lashes against his, and with that he pulls back, letting his hips fall back to mine once more, filling me over and over again.
“Max,” I gasp, my head tilted back into the pillow, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Oh, you feel so good,” I manage between panted breaths.
With my encouragement, his pace quickens, his thrusts coming a bit harder, a bit faster, and I gasp, but hold on tighter. I don’t want him to stop.
He bites my lip, and that little bit of pain excites me, sends me closer to that edge. Already I’m so sensitive from my earlier orgasm that each thrust seems to bring me closer and closer to the precipice. But when he lifts my right leg with his arm, pinning me back and fucking me even deeper, that’s when I start screaming in pleasure.
I am fit and in shape, but there’s nothing like the power in his thickly coiled muscles, not in me, not in anyone I’ve ever known. He’s all power, and all that strength is put towards him pistoning into me, driving me into a delirious pleasure-fever as my body heats, my cries grow louder.
Just as my second orgasm bursts, Max shouts my name and buries himself inside me, holding perfectly still as a stream of his hot seed fills my pussy. It’s so reckless, so dangerous, and so blissful all at once. It makes me feel more alive than I ever have, in all my years. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can compare to this moment.
We stay this way, panting breathlessly, for several minutes as we slowly come back to reality, and the realization of what line we’ve crossed comes back to us.
His eyes bore into mine, reflecting the same question back to me…
Where do we go from here?
20
Max
As I put my clothing from earlier today back on, I can feel Liv’s eyes watching me from the bed, the sheets half-off her naked body, and I know the question is going to come before she can even form it in her mind.
“You’re planning on leaving me behind, aren’t you?” Her voice is plaintive, but I don’t fail to hear the defiance at the tail end of her words.
“I need to go back to the manor, Liv,” I say, slipping on a pair of black gloves and making sure my jacket has everything I need in it. “Chechens or no, Felix traced Maggie’s cell phone to that location, and that’s precisely where I need to be. They’re already on high alert after everything that happened during our visit, so I’ll need to be extremely careful.” I look her in the eye even as she starts to stand up. “That means I need to act alone tonight, Liv.”
“You cannot expect me to sit back and let you walk into whatever you’re walking into without me,” she says incredulously as she pulls her pants and shirt back on, still only half-clothed as she follows after me while I head back into the living room and get the last of my things.