He stroked me again through the thin cotton of my knickers, trailing his blunt nail over the seam in the crotch. Sparks rolled through me, lazy and slow and I couldn’t catch my breath. I didn’t care that I was writhing up against the wall, that he had me at his mercy. It was exactly where I wanted to be.
Both hands took hold of the top of my knickers, and he dropped to his knees between my thighs, leaning in to tear at the elastic with his teeth. Pulling hard, the thin cotton ripped with the sheer force, and the buzz went right through me as he turned my underwear to rags.
His hands went to my hips, holding me firm against the wall and all I could do was fist my hands in his hair without the slightest hope of holding him back as he brought his mouth down over me and his tongue rolled over the hood of my clit, swiping slow and licking down long. Breathless, I shuddered all over.
There was nothing I could do but stand there and take it, feeling the top of my thighs grow slick and slippery every time I arched my back, pushing in more firmly against his face on a long, low groan that I didn’t care who heard.
His name was the first thing on my lips, and I could barely process how to do anything other than swear at him. My arms were weak and I didn’t know how long I’d be able to stay standing.
“Oh God, Maxim I want you. Please.”
He must have been half lizard, because his tongue was everywhere at once, sliding into me, hot and thrilling, delving deep as his nose rubbed relentless and hard up against the engorged bud of my clit. I thrashed, almost wanting to push him off, because I hadn’t known it could be so good. Hadn’t known what it really felt like to lose control, and he wasn’t going to take anything less that drawing utter delirium from me.
Holding me steady, drinking me in, his mouth was merciless when it came to drawing out my pleasure and making me shout out his name. My hands curled into his hair only spurred him on until I was thrusting my hips in against him, frustrated by how tight he had me against the wall and the bruising hold on my hips. I was all but blind and senseless, because the only thing I needed was him, and he was the only one in the world who could make my body come apart. The only one I wanted.
I came harder than I’d ever dreamed I could. Everything went dark and my eyes rolled back as my body wracked with a shuddering, shaking bliss, but even as it rolled over me, I knew I wasn’t done. I came up panting, gasping for air, still needing more.
“Ohmygod, oh Jesus, Maxim please. I want you.”
He must have felt it too, because he scooped me up in his arms and I wrapped my thighs around him.
Through the dark corridor, all I could do was kiss and bite at his neck like the feral thing it felt like I’d become. It didn’t matter when I was with him. He was just as dark as I was, even darker, and I knew there was nothing about me that would ever make him turn away.
He threw me down on top of the large bed, and my eyes locked onto his weeping cock as he stalked across the sheets after me. It was way too late to change my mind, and I didn’t want to. But holy hell, there was no way he wasn’t going to spilt me in half.
Maxim
Elizabeth rolled onto fours in front of me on the mattress, turning around to face me, and I made a grab for her, turning her hips back towards me with a solid hand on the flat of her stomach, just above the perfect neat mound of her pubic hair.
Her hips curled up to try to meet my touch, and I pulled her back hard against me.
“Now now. Have a little patience, darling. I’ve been waiting for you for weeks.”
Elizabeth looked over her shoulder at me, and her smile curled up, blissfully satisfied. She must have known by now she was the only woman for me.
“Weeks?”
“I haven’t let myself come since I knew you were going to be mine. I wanted to be inside you when I finally let go so you could see what you’ve been doing to me all this time.”
“You didn’t even come when I took my clothes off for you in the window. I wanted you to want me so badly that night.”
“Elizabeth, I did.”
She let out a low purr. “Does it hurt?” She whispered, reaching out to skim her fingers over the enraged head of my cock, and trailing down to my balls that were so full they felt bruised. I flinched back from her teasing touch.