Accidentally...Over?(33)

       
           



       

Love?

She wasn't sure, but never in a thousand years would she have guessed  such a powerful connection between two living beings was possible.

Máax pulled her even closer, molding her to him for more demanding kisses. "I want you, Ashli. Now."

Oh thank gods. She was about ready to start begging. Her body felt like a  giant bubbling Crock-Pot of hormones and lust. Tingles and erotic  pulses blazed through her. Especially in her most intimate of parts.  "But what about the thing that happened last time?"

"Ah yes. That. Though you are now infused with the light of the gods,  you are still of the mortal world. I am not. However, the necklace will  take care of everything."

She looked down at the pendent around her neck. It was a large shiny  black stone that felt strangely light. She'd actually forgotten about  it.

"Where'd you get it?"

"Had the Uchben hunt one down the moment we arrived."

"Really?" she asked.

"Really." He scooped her up and carried her inside. Through the kitchen  and the living room, up the stairs, and down the long hallway. She  noticed how the house still felt foreign, but not in a bad way. Now it  felt fresh and new. Máax and she could start a life here. As strange as  it sounded, that's what she wanted. Just like she wanted him.

He brought her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. "Ashli,"  he said, "I want you to know that being with you is … " His voice trailed  off.

"What?" Her eyes searched for his but found nothing. Air. Would she ever get used to this? Not being able to see him?

"Incredible. I won't waste a minute of it."

She felt the same. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Opening her  heart to this man, to the possibility of a life with him, leaving behind  her past. Everything had happened so fast, but she didn't care. Being  with Máax felt right. Yes, like a dream, but right.

His hot hedonistic lips made their way down her bare stomach, sparking  an illicit groan. Her body tensed with anticipation. Máax's hands slid  around her hips, and she watched him peel down her swimsuit. His mouth  moved a bit farther south. Then a bit lower. Oh my God. Is he going to …

She gasped with pleasure and gripped his damp hair, shutting her eyes tightly.

He rubbed her lower belly with his rough, warm hand. "Just relax, Ashli."

He going to-Oh!

His wet, hot tongue thrust inside her heated entrance. A tiny spark of  something shot through her delicate flesh, traveled directly into her  stomach, and then radiated out. Every part of her body lit with a  sensual ache, one she now needed him to address. She wanted to feel his  body push inside and-

There. Yes, there! He placed his mouth directly over her pulsing bud and  vigorously massaged with the tip of his frenzied tongue. Oh, Lord,  she'd never felt anything so wicked, so good. In her mind, she saw  Máax's enormous body kneeling between her thighs, his bulging biceps  flexing and moving as he held her against his pumping and flicking  tongue. The only thing that would make this moment more spectacular  would be if she could see him. Really see him. Although her fingertips  and skin knew he felt as real as any man. A man who truly enjoyed  pleasing a woman.

Máax let out a husky, raw groan and that was enough to send her over the edge.

Ohmygods! She moaned his name while he relentlessly ground his mouth against her, extracting every last exquisite contraction.

Finally, he let up and planted slow, lazy kisses on her inner thigh. She sighed contently.

"I have dreamed of doing that to you, Ashli, just as I have dreamed of what will come next."

And she could only imagine how good he would feel. His heavy body  grinding against hers. His enormous cock slowly pushing inside, every  thick inch of him a mixture of carnal bliss and primal torment. There  was only one thing that could make it better-if she could really see  him.

"Oh!" she said, "why didn't I think about this before?" She sat up. "Do me a favor?"

"Did I not just do that?" he said playfully.

"Oh yes. And very, very well. But this will be even better. I promise."                       
       
           



       

"I am intrigued."

"Good. Wait for me in the bathtub. I'll be back in two minutes."

"Bathtub?" he questioned.

"But don't put any water inside. I'll be right back."



Máax had never been with a woman. Ever. And the need to take her was  paralyzing. Sure, on the surface, he seemed like a man in control,  taking his time with the woman he loved. But underneath? Active volcano.  Boom. Ready to blow his top in one seismic explosion.

Where the diabolus had Ashli gone?

Máax looked down at the cold tub beneath his feet. A tub? An empty tub? Maybe she feared his masculine eruption might be messy?

He chuckled. Well, he was a god. Of course she would think that. But  right now, he was a regular mortal male. Not divine. Not powerful. Just  painfully aroused and waiting anxiously for his first time.

Where is she? He looked down toward his throbbing erection. "Don't even  think about it. You're not starting the party without her."

But knowing she now wore the black jade necklace and that nothing barred  him from sinking between her supple thighs, nothing stood in the way of  making her moan over and over again, only made the anticipation that  much more intoxicating. Yes, he was drunk with lust. So much so that he  had completely forgotten about the impending doom awaiting him.

"Eh-hem." Ashli stood in the doorway, wearing a robe and holding a  saucepan. The bathroom was immediately permeated with the smell of …

"Hell, woman, you left me here with the world's most painful erection so you could have a snack?"

Her turquoise eyes glowed with mischief. She swiped her finger into the  pan and coated it with a golden-brown syrupy liquid. She licked her  finger and then her lips. "Oh yeah. And you're the snack."

Sanctis infernus. He gripped his shaft and gave it a tight squeeze. No,  no, no. He was going to burst, and she hadn't even touched him yet.

Ashli made her way over to the tub. "Are you standing?"

"Y-y-yes." Now I'm stuttering? Gods, what this woman does to me.

"Excellent." She hopped up on the flat edge of the tub and reached  forward, feeling her way around the top of his head. "Face me."

He did as she asked. "What do you plan to do with that?"

She lifted the pan over his head. "I want to see you."

She was going to pour that sticky stuff all over him?

Fantastic.

"I agree," he said, "but only if you slip off your robe first."

"You can have anything you like just as soon as I'm done."

"Anything?" He swallowed.

"Mmmm-hmmm … " She smiled.

"Good, because as soon as you've covered me with that concoction, I plan  to take you to that enormous bed out there and fuck you senseless."

She froze, and for a moment he wondered if he'd just been a little too  honest. But what could he say? He was still the God of Truth (give or  take one or two little lies), and he knew exactly what he wanted: Her.  Sweaty, panting, moaning his name as he took her hard. Again and again.

"Twelve," he said slowly in a low voice, "of the hardest, thickest inches you'll ever find."

"I thought you said eleven?"

Ah, she remembers. "Right you are. But in full disclosure, I've never  measured. I am more than happy to let you do so if you take off that  robe."

"Patience, Máax. I promise you're going to love this."

He already did.



"Close your eyes." Ashli tipped the pan filled with warm caramel topping  she'd found in the pantry. She would have gone for chocolate, but she'd  only found some ice cream and somehow imagined Máax would not  appreciate the coldness given where she intended to put it.

Slowly, the liquid ran down his head, shoulders, and back. She set the  pan down and started running her hands slowly over him, massaging his  shoulders and then firm, round, hard pecs. The sweet coating was working  perfectly, sticking to his skin and giving him a golden-brown hue.

She reached for Máax's face, feeling the rough stubble of his cheeks. The warm, sticky syrup stuck to his jaw and ears.

"That feels surprisingly good," he said.                       
       
           



       

You just wait.

She hopped into the empty tub and gazed up at her living sculpture. Her god. Her giant caramel apple god.

Yes. Now she could see him. Really, truly see him. She let out a tiny  gasp. His face was a vision of perfection just as she'd imagined. If  only she could gaze into his eyes.