“Max,” I moaned and finally, blessedly, his lips wrapped around that puckered nub and pulled so deliciously I felt the tug between my legs. “Oh, yes!” Back and forth he went, the delicious pressure on my breasts better, more sensitive, than I could have imagined. It was as though an invisible string connected my breasts and my pussy, pleasure for one allowed pleasure for the other.
“Yes, Jana. Tell me what you want.” His voice was harsh, low and gravelly as he kissed between my breasts and down my belly, his breath fanning the neatly trimmed hair above my pussy.
“You, Max. I want…you!” My hips bucked off the bed when his tongue swiped through the moisture of my core. “Wow!” That felt incredible and weird and I didn’t know whether I wanted to move closer to him or farther away. He did it again and again and my feet began to tingle and I began to feel uncomfortable. “Wait, Max. Please.”
He froze and looked up at me, eyes dark with desire and his hands gripping my thighs possessively. “Something wrong?”
Hell yes. “No, it’s just you don’t…have to do that.” Teddy said guys didn’t like it and I didn’t want him to feel like he had to, especially when I felt so close to bursting.
“I don’t have to taste you? What if I want to?”
He couldn’t, could he? I didn’t believe it but I didn’t want to screw this up. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes to his. “I’ve never done any of this before. Not this,” I motioned to his mouth hovering just inches from my most intimate area. “Not sex either. Any of it. But I want to, Max, with you.”
He stared at me for a long time and I began to squirm, feeling like a science experiment gone wrong. Just as I had, hell even before the scar. The truth is that the scar had only made me feel like more of an outsider, already deemed an other because my parents had died. “How can that be?”
I fell back on the bed and covered my face. “Max, I like you. Enough to sleep with you when I haven’t slept with anyone else ever, please don’t pretend with me. Not now. I couldn’t take it.”
“Jana, look at me.” When I didn’t, I felt the weight of his body over mine and his warm hands pulling my arm away from my face. “You’re gorgeous and yeah you have a scar on the right side of your face, but it’s a small portion of a pretty great fucking face, okay?” I nodded at his serious tone. “And this body is the shit boys and men dream about, having a woman like this laid out before them so wet and needy,” he said as a finger trailed down the length of my body, only stopping when it was knuckle deep inside me. “So ready.”
When he said it like that, how could I resist. “Show me.”
With a naughty grin, Max kissed me. Long and hard and so intense I felt my body flood with pleasure around his finger, and only when he was satisfied that I was a complete pile of neediness did he kiss his way slowly down my body before settling between my legs. “Just relax. And feel.”
I could do that. At least I thought I could, it was too much when he closed his mouth around my clit, kissing and licking, French kissing me down there, my body began to short circuit. No coherent thoughts formed in my mind other than ‘Yes!’ and ‘Max.’ His tongue moved like there were three of them, flicking my clit until it was swollen and aching, sliding deep into me, fucking me with his tongue until my legs clamped tight around his head. “Sorry,” I panted.
“I’m not,” he groaned and held my thighs open indecently. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch the sensual onslaught that had every muscle in my body trembling with an unnamed need. His lips closed over my clit and he nibbled and sucked until my body fell back on the bed and went rigid for an eternity before long, body quaking convulsions rocked through me.
I don’t know how long the orgasm lasted or how long his mouth remained fused to my body, but I knew that I never wanted it to end. Ever. “Wow. So much better with a partner.”
He grinned. “Oh you ain’t seen nothing yet.” The words sounded like a promise to me and when he sat up on his knees, fingers grazing over sensitized flesh that made me shiver, he looked like some otherworldly warrior claiming a maiden after war. “It’s going to hurt, Jana. I wish I could make it not true, but it will. But I’m going to do my damnedest to make it hurt as little as possible.”
“I believe you,” I whispered. It was true, I did believe him because he hadn’t lied to me. Yet.
I watched, fascinated as he took the condom I placed on the nightstand and tore it open with his teeth, but watching him slide it over his long, thick—and let’s face it, impressive—length was an erotic delight all on its own. He hissed out a breath when I reached out to touch him. “Not yet. I’m too close to the edge already.”
“Good,” I grinned.
“Damn good, but you’re a virgin and your pussy is already going to test the limits of my control, sweetheart.” To prove his point, Max lined up our bodies and pressed forward until just the head of his shaft was inside me. “Fuck.”
I held my breath at the invasion. “It’s okay,” I assured him and at first it was. But as he sank in excruciatingly slow, inch by inch, I began to feel discomfort. A fullness I didn’t know what to do with, a stretching that was both pleasurable and somewhat painful.
“It’s not, but it will be.” He pressed kisses across my chest and breasts, short, wet kisses that distracted me as he made short, shallow thrusts into me, using my moisture to ease the path. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, flexing his hips until he surpassed that barrier that ended my virginity once and for all.
I sucked in a painful breath as he pushed through it and he froze. “No, don’t stop. Please.”
Warm eyes looked into mine and he pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Your body needs to adjust. Relax.”
Like I could relax at this moment. But as I prepared a smartass remark I felt my body relax around him and that’s when it really started to feel not just good, but overpowering. “Oh,” I moaned when I pulsed around him. “Okay, please Max.”
“Say it again,” he demanded.
“Please, Max. Show me.”
Those must’ve been the magic words because he sank all the way in until I felt his sac smacking against my body, but the jerk pulled out slowly, leaving me cool and wanting before he thrust fast and deep. Fast and deep was his default, hips pumping furiously while my body scrambled to keep up. Eventually my hips found the rhythm and he grinned down at me. “You’re so beautiful,” he told me, grabbing my breasts with his full palms and squeezing as he pounded into my body.
I didn’t think it would be like this, so intense, so overwhelming. The more pleasure his body brought, the more out of control I felt. My body moved, unsure if it was moving to him or away, only knowing that it needed to keep moving. “Oh, Max. I feel…,” I didn’t know how I felt. I just knew that I felt things. Maybe everything.