Wicked Valentine (Sizzling Encounters)(9)

With a single step, she closed the distance between them and tugged his pants down. He toed off his shoes, kicking them and the pants away.

“Max—”

“I got you, love.” He picked her up in his arms and walked back toward the door. There was a second darkened entrance she hadn’t noticed before in her stunned amazement over the décor, right next to the bedroom doorway. Cool marble met her soles when he put her down. He flicked on the light to the attached en suite.

He entered a large glass shower stall and pulled her along with him. Interested to see how the multiple showerheads in the stall worked, she stood watching him intently. He pressed a button on the metal panel on one wall. Warm water sprayed around them.

“This is awesome. I have to get a bathroom like this.” She grinned.

He chuckled and pressed a second button. “Just wait.”

More water dropped from above and squirted from the wall sides, giving off the effect of raindrops. Squinting to keep the water from her eyes, she glanced around, noting that all of the showerheads were softly pumping out water through their massaging jets. It felt amazing.

“Come here, beautiful.” Max tugged her into his slick body. His hard erection pressed on her belly.

“Mmm.” She curled her arms around his neck and gripped the back of his hair, hauling him down for a kiss. Their bodies slid over each other in a sensual dance. Incessant throbbing took hold of her core, begging for relief. He groped her ass and ground his cock into her. The steely feel of his shaft sent a shard of electric current down to her clit.

She moaned. “Fuck me, Max. I want you inside me.”

He shook his head and chuckled at her gasp of outrage. “In a bit, but first we must clean up. I have something special in mind.” With that he opened a panel and pulled out a bottle of apple-scented body soap.

“How did you—?”

He shrugged. “I think you’re the most beautiful and interesting woman I’ve ever met. And I wanted to make today special, so I gave your cousin a call.”

“Alex?” Her eyes widened. Alex had given him information on her?

At his nod, she gaped. “My Alex? She told you about me?” He nodded again, smiling.

“What else did she tell you, aside from my body wash type?” She asked. Her cousin knew a lot about her dating history. And about how hard it was for Nina to commit to a man long-term.

Dropping dollops of the body wash on a loofah, he answered her. “Just your likes and dislikes and general stuff like that. Nothing too personal.”

He washed her. First he did her back and worked his way down and around, until she smelled like a green apple all over.

She took the loofah out of his hands. “I hope you don’t mind smelling like fruit.” She giggled.

“If it’s for you, I don’t mind anything.”

Another dart straight to her heart, on Valentine’s Day no less. Soft emotions filled her. Why the hell had she kept him at a distance this long?

With each stroke over his body with the soft loofah, she became more and more aroused, until her pussy throbbed, her nipples ached, and her throat dried. She washed down his legs and kneeled, his hard cock right in her face. Squinting so as not to get water in her eyes, she peered up at him. Hunger and desire tightened the lines of his face into a feral mask.

Smooth, velvety flesh met her palm when she gripped him in her hand.

“Nina…”

“I promise I won’t do anything, yet.” She licked her lips. “I just want to touch you.” The soap gave her the lubrication she needed to jerk up and down his shaft.

He groaned and dropped his head back. She continued to smooth her hand over him, slow and steady, loving the feel of his warm skin on her hand and the cool water raining down on them.

“Baby, please.”

She glanced up at his soft words, caught him watching her, and increased the speed of her jerks.

“You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?”

A giddy thrill raced up her spine. “You think so? You haven’t seen me when I wake up in the morning.” She squeezed the head of his cock. He grunted and thrust into her hand.

“You’re beautiful. All the time.” He pulled out of her grasp. “We’re still not done with what I want.”

She pouted, stood, and they both rinsed the wash off their bodies. He dried her and carried her back to the bedroom. He placed her on her feet in front of the bed and grabbed the velvet pouch.

“You promised,” he reminded and opened the velvet pouch.

A moment later he pulled out a pink, rubber butterfly with an attached mini vibrator and crouched down by her feet. He held one thin strap wide for her to slide her foot through and then did the same with the other, slowly drawing up the butterfly until the vibrator slid inside her slick pussy. The cold plastic made her gasp. Small bumps rubbed against her clit when she moved.

She followed him to the bed, copying his kneeling position. He cupped her face and licked the seam of her lips. A soft, ragged moan escaped her. His hands traveled down, filling with her breasts and squeezing.

“Oh, Max.”

“It gets better,” his raspy voice whispered. “I promise.” He smiled softly. “Turn over for me.”

Flipping to her stomach, she followed his order. Once she had shifted, he grabbed her hips and lifted, until her ass was high in the air. She waited, excited, horny, and getting more desperate for his touch by the minute. A soft vibration in her pussy made her groan. The vibrator pulsed inside her cunt, rubbed her insides, and made her body ache.

She wiggled her hips in need of deeper penetration, but the damn thing was too small. The speed increased to a faster pace, and the tiny ridges rubbing over her clit made her squirm.

“Max, please.”

“Relax, baby. This is only the beginning.” His voice caressed the curve of her ass while the butterfly continued to torment her.

She rocked back and forth, gliding her nipples on the soft satin, desperate for relief. He licked his way down her ass, holding her cheeks open until he reached her anus. He licked around and around the tiny circle.

She shuddered, held the blanket in a white-knuckle grip, and groaned. Heat blazed over her skin and lit fires down her body.

“Max, this is torture,” she mumbled into the bedding.

The only response she got to her complaint was some more licks on her hole. She was going to die of desperation. Right when she was about to grumble another complaint, something dripped on her asshole. Warm wetness slid between her cheeks and covered her hole. When she no longer felt him at her back, she glanced over her shoulder. He held a red anal toy in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. He greased the plug until it looked slick and shiny.

She licked her lips and waited on him. He glanced at her, put down the lube, and picked up a small remote, increasing the speed of the butterfly. Panting in need, she dropped her head into the satin. She wiggled her hips, and her body tightened in search of its own release.

“Oh!”





Chapter Eight





Arousal gathered in her cleft. He circled her anus with slick fingers, dipped in, and spread them wide, stretching her. The vibration in her pussy increased a notch, taking her mind away from his anal play. Frantic need grew inside her, expanded through her limbs, and made her breath hitch.

“Relax for me,” he urged. But it was hard when all she wanted was to come. Her anal muscles burned as he continued to stretch her with his fingers.

“Max, I can’t take this. Please, I need to come.”

“Just a little longer, love. It will be worth it.” He increased the speed again.

Her pussy throbbed, grasped at the tiny vibrator, and dripped in need. One after another, whimpers rushed past her lips, until each breath was focused solely on moaning for release. He replaced his fingers with the cool anal plug. Slick plastic slid into her and stretched her muscles taut.

“My…oh—”

In and out. In and out. He slid the plug slowly, building up tension. Hot lava replaced her blood, and her own harsh breathing sounded in her ears. But her focus remained solely on what he was doing to her with each thrust of the plastic into her ass. She rocked back and forth into the plug, at the same time enjoying the vibration over her clit.

His hand pressed the butterfly over her pleasure center. She jerked from the sharp increase in vibration and the harder thrusts into her ass. Her body twitched in the search of the orgasm just out of reach.

“Max!” She groaned his name into the satin bedspread. Tension took hold of her core, hot and tight. The tight coiling snapped, bright lights went off in the back of her lids, and she screamed. She made an incoherent sound of fulfillment, and each muscle shook with her blissful release.

“That’s it baby, relax and enjoy the ride.”

Aftershocks continued to wash over her, making it hard to catch her breath. He slid the plug snugly into her still quivering ass. She panted and tried to control the shaking that had taken over her legs. He grabbed at the butterfly straps and pulled them down her legs, removing the toy from her drenched sex. She lay there, still holding the satin in her grasp, panting. His soft caress trailed up her hips, until he had her shifting to lie on her back.

Arousal shot straight up to her brain when she glanced down at his cock. He was hard, thick, and purple from the amount of blood centered there. The vein on the underside stood out, caught her attention, and beckoned her to touch. She watched him sheath himself with a condom, stroke up and down his shaft in a quick jerk, and grunt. With the crook of a finger, she summoned him to her.