“Max, baby,” I panted harder.
He reached the side of my breast for the twelfth time and went to glide his palm down again.
I needed him to take what was his. I needed him to touch me already. I had no qualms of telling him so.
“Fucking touch me,” the frustration dripped mixed with my sweat off my skin.
“I am,” he chuckled and went back to alternating licking and sucking the skin of my neck.
I could think of better places for him to do that. I gave up on saying, please. For how hard he urged me to ask for what I wanted, he still held one thing out of reach. I pushed my hips up to remind me how big that was.
Sweet Mary, I needed it.
When he repeated the same move once more, I had enough. I grabbed his hand and pushed it inward, right on my breast. At that, Max went up on a forearm and hovered over me. His eyes were smoldering with lust, his mouth hanging loose as he tentatively squeezed it. I pushed my head back; the feeling was so good and exposed my neck. As his palm became his fingertips tickling the sensitive skin lightly, the tip of his tongue went from my chin, down my neck, and over my breastbone. I feared he would stop us again. I didn’t have to. He wore off to the right and circled my nipple. My legs were restless, my hands balling in a fist and releasing. I was so close to getting what I wanted. I thought I would pass out from the excitement. He tortured me with his tongue going around and around my nipple until he had me on the verge of insanity. Then at the same time, he took the nipple in his mouth and pulled and the fingered of his hand dove into my panties, hitting the target momentarily.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, my back bowing to the point of breaking.
“Down, baby,” Max whispered, then bit my nipple.
He alternated between my breasts, kissing, licking, and biting them, working me with his fingers on my clit the whole time. I was reaching the top. It was going to be epic. It was going to break me in half. I was ready. I was ready to have him inside me. I wanted that for both of us. Not just me. I reached blindly to his shorts, pushing them down with my hands and opening my legs so I could have him between them. I was going to come in a minute, an orgasm so big, I started to fear it. It all came crashing down when Max stopped.
“No,” I wailed, still trying to get him naked.
"It's been weeks, Bean, but I know you remember all that has gone down," I had trouble focusing on what he was saying, and my mind had only one thing present in it.
And I was sure. Once he let me unwrap it, it really was going to be present. One that I would use over and over. And one that, judging by the feel as I was rubbing myself all over it, was going to be huge.
"Sky," he growled after I went again.
I wiggled under him, trying to get as much friction and make him let go of the tight grip he had on his control. The man was unbelievable. What did he do? He grinned!
"Focus, yeah?"
"Sure," I panted.
He was shirtless, the wings on full display. I was about to lick each detailed feather when all of a sudden, I couldn't move my head. That was because he took my face in between his palms.
"Give me a chance, baby," the plea stopped me in my tracks. "I'm trying to tell you something here."
"Okay," I whispered and touched his cheek.
He took a big breath, closed his eyes, and kissed my palm. It was an incredibly sweet gesture. One that made me want him even more.
"What I'm trying to say is, you've been through a lot. In a short period of time, punch after punch kept coming your way. And you've been incredibly strong through all of that. But I'll be damned if I let you associate the first time I had you, with that shit."
"Max," his name sounded winded.
That was because, with that last, he took my breath away.
"Our time will come, I promise you. But please, let me take care of you first."
"Okay," I agreed instantly. How could I not?
"Thank you, Bean,” he grinned.
And there it was.
The reason I fell in love with him.
He gave me something when I didn't even know I needed it. He took care of me. He made me ask for things. He made me strong. I've never had that before. Especially not from a man like Max. That was because, before, I didn't have Max. Even after I agreed to give him a break, I still wiggled. I was turned way the fuck on, and I couldn’t help it. His body was on top of mine. The friction of our skin managed only to fire up every cell in my body. His grin turned mischievous. Mine mirrored his. The oh, so slowly, he went down, blowing gently on my fired-up skin. Goosebumps greeted him on his way down. Once he positioned himself, his shoulders between my caked-up legs, his face inches away from my pussy, he stopped. I held my breath. With a barely-there touch, he hooked my panties with one of his fingers and pushed them aside.
“Fuck,” he growled.
I looked down my body. The sight of Max lying between my legs was a sight I would remember, even when I was ninety years old and had dementia. He looked up, and our eyes clashed.
“You sure you want this?” he raised his eyebrows, the finger of his other hand caressing me a little bit off from where I needed it.
He was torturing me.
“Don’t make me ask,” I pleaded, desperate.
He flashed his cocky grin, the one that I both loved and hated, and without any warning at all, he moved in and licked me all the way from my entrance right up to my clit. I didn’t have the energy to make a sound. I couldn’t hold my head up anymore, either. He licked me like it was the only thing he was meant to do. And when he started to suckle and pushed three fingers inside me, I was done for. An orgasm so powerful took over me in a flash. My muscles spasmed over and over again.
I was panting.
I was trashing.
I was losing my mind from the extraordinary feel.
Bursts of colors flashed in front of my eyes, and the room started spinning. And then the orgasm went even more intense. I lost myself in it.
“Fucking hell, Max!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
He was merciless as he ate me and finger fucked me until I came again. And again. I lost track of time. Every time I came, it was bigger. I didn’t even know where I was. My sole focus was Max and what he was doing between my legs. Only when I closed my legs and gently pushed at the top of his head, did he stop. He crawled up my body, kissing it on his way up. I threw my hands over my face. I was ready to go back to sleep.
“That will keep you satisfied for a while,” I peeked under my forearm at him.
He had a smug look.
“Don’t count on it,” I said.
Throwing his head back, he gifted me with another sight that I stored in my memory bank, the one of him laughing.