“Thank fuck,” I said and went into the house kissing and licking her neck the whole way to the bed.
Her body hit the bed, and she was on the move. She took off her top, baring her tits, took my face into her hands, and kissed me. Fucking hell. I lost all semblance of control.
I broke the kiss and said, “I’m going to marry you.”
“Yes, you are,” she panted.
“I love you,” I needed her to understand that there was no going back.
Before she could say one word, I slammed her mouth with mine in a searing kiss. As she was pulling my body to hers, wiggling in every way, my cock started to weep for her, I broke the kiss, cupped one breast, and pushed up. I growled when I had one perfect nipple in my mouth.
Christ. I was like a fifteen-year-old, in danger of coming just from that.
Her fingers grazed at my cheek, “Honey, now.”
I lifted my head and muttered, “Not yet.”
Her nails dug into my skin. I dragged my lips down her body right to her pussy.
“Max, please,” her breath hitched when I pushed her shorts and panties down and started biting her thigh.
My fingers grazed over her clit and her body tensed. Then she was gone. She got up on her knees and crawled to me. Pushing at my shoulders, she got me on my back and tore my shorts off.
“You can play later, honey. I got a chance to get all of you, and I’m not messing around,” she muttered and threw her leg over me.
My hands automatically flew to her hips. She looked up and said. “I’m on the pill. I have been tested and I’m clean. I love you; I want to feel all of you, but if you want, you can wear a condom.”
Fuck.
She was hot usually, but seeing her like this, I felt every word in my balls.
“Max,” she said, frustrated.
“I don’t need a condom, baby,” I assured her.
She smiled a victorious smile.
“You ready?”
There was a gleam in her eye. I didn’t say anything, I gripped the base of my cock, positioned and in a swift move, I surged upward taking her by surprise. Nirvana. I knew it would be good. I knew she was meant to be mine. I knew she would fit me. But to fit me so perfectly, I didn’t expect it. Her nails scraped at my chest down to my stomach. Her pussy pulsed with every move I made.
“Max, Skylar urged, sitting on top of me, her head tilted down, her jaw lax.
“Hang in there, baby,” I muttered in amazement.
I never saw her so beautiful as she was at that moment.
“Hurry,” she breathed.
I rolled us over, found a balance on my knees, and hissed, “Let go.”
Every muscle in her body turned to stone, her back bowed off the bed, her eyes closed slowly, and she moaned and whimpered through her orgasm. Watching her experience, it, feeling her pussy convulse around my dick took me there. I’m not sure if I lost consciousness, but when I got my senses back, I was lying on top of languid Skylar, and she was stroking my hair. I pushed up on my forearm and smiled.
“I’m going to kill you,” she mused.
I threw my head back and roared with laughter, but then it turned to a growl when she clenched, drawing the last drop of cum from me. I looked back down, brushed my knuckles down the side of her face and gave her a promise.
“You can have my dick anytime you want, Bean.”
“Good,” she said, pushed up her torso, and scratched my back. “I’m planning on putting it to good use.”
I tilted my head and kissed her, it was wet, it was long, and it was hot. This meant as I asked Skylar, who was on her way to the bathroom to clean up, what she wanted to do that day, she looked over her shoulder and, with a serious face said, “Stay in bed.”
Chapter Fifteen
Skylar
It was dark. I couldn't see a thing; all I could do was feel. I already started to float.
"Max, honey?" I half moaned, half-whispered.
"Right here, baby."
And he was.
He was right there.
His mouth at my neck wringing heat and excitement from me, his hand between my legs weaving beauty.
"Oh, God," I muttered when he added his thumb and swirled.
"Yeah," he mumbled.
"Beautiful," I panted.
"Yeah," he agreed.
It was never like this.
Never this free.
Never this exciting and calming at the same time.
Never this hot.
Never… until Max.
"I need you," I pleaded. I was nearing the piqué, and I didn’t want to fall without him.
"Not yet," he denied.
"Please," I begged.
"In a minute," he didn't budge.
"Max, honey, now!" I stressed.
He must have heard it in my voice. The pure desperation to have him. To feel him inside me. In a swift move, he gave me what I needed. Instantly, my body bowed, my mouth opened, and a low moan came out. I was still enjoying the orgasm he gave me when his hips bucked, he thrust two times before he started to glide. He wrapped his arms around me, and my skin absorbed the guttural sound that came out of him.
"Every fucking time," he muttered in amazement.
"Every time what?" I panted.
"Every time I think it can't get more perfect than it is. That you can't get more perfect than you are," he got up on his forearms and looked down at me through the dark. "And every time, you prove me wrong."
My limbs convulsed around him, and he cursed before he went back to giving me beauty.
***
"Oh my, " Valeria breathed.
It was afternoon. Late afternoon. Beside the middle of the night nookie, we had sex three more times. After the third time, I pushed him away and said he needed to feed, or I would expire from exhaustion. He did. And after, when I mentioned Valeria, he brought me my phone and gave me space.
After the first word left my mouth, Valeria demanded, “Tell me now, mi Bambina, who is he.”
I didn’t know how she knew there was a man in my life, the one who loved me, the one who encouraged me to be me and the one who kept me on my toes, making every day an exciting one, she said in her wise tone.
“Whenever there’s a light tone in a woman’s voice, there’s always a man who made it so. And I’m beyond happy, my darling girl that you finally have one who gives that to you.”