Snatching the manuscript right out from under her fingertips made me feel so powerful, so strong. The getaway was thrilling. Sergei drove like a race car driver, while the pair of us changed in the back seat, and Maxim couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
Maxim called out another address, South of the river, in the dodgier side of Battersea that was all council houses and housing association flats, and when he screeched us to a stop, I was still stuffing my clothes into my bag, and Maxim was still grabbing for me, kissing me at every turn.
He led me up the concrete steps that smelled like someone had peed in the stairwell and up along a dark corridor, pulling out a set of keys.
I could see the window of the back room of the narrow apartment as soon as he opened the front door. The place was tiny, and the laminate flooring was coming up in patches, but I didn’t care.
There was a photo of a kid, who looked a lot like Maxim on the wall, and he dragged me into a bedroom with yellowing anaglypta wallpaper, peeling away from the walls at the seams and a standard sized double bed. Just the mattress, covered with a sheet, and sleeping bag curled at the end of it.
He walked backwards into the room, pulling his jeans down, stripping off his shirt, and I pushed him inside as keen for his kisses as I was to get rid of every single scrap of extraneous clothing that was keeping us apart.
In just my underwear, I straddled him when he was sitting down on the bed, and he pulled at my lace knickers, stretching the elastic until I heard it start to tear.
“Oh, fuck, Maxim.”
I was wet for him already and his cock was straining up to meet my pussy once the thin lace was out of the way. Rising up on my thighs, I made a grab for him, pulling his cock into alignment and I sat down on him, taking him in deep and slow.
Maxim let out a hum of a purr, voice almost too low for me to hear it, and his eyelids flickered like he was already close to losing control.
“You’re so sexy Yelizaveta. The sexiest woman in the world.”
I rode him hard, shouting out every time his cock bottomed out inside me, shooting electricity through me with the force of a thousand volts. His cock was made to fit inside me perfectly and every stroke lit me on fire.
I could barely keep the motion going, and just as I was flagging, Maxim let out a groan.
He flipped me on to the bed, pulling my leg up so my knee was over his shoulder and he plunged into me deeper than I’d thought he could go. I nearly died, arching and groaning, seeing nothing but black as he pounded into me, faster and faster, lips on every inch of my skin.
He was like a man possessed and I knew it was me he was possessed by. Nothing in the world could have been better.
Every thrust in made me see stars. I breathed when he breathed, my hips knew when to rise to meet him, and the heat that he rose through me brought sweat to my skin.
We were so in tune we didn’t need to say a thing. Looking into his eyes I knew exactly when he was close to coming. I could read the tension running through him and the way his breathing hitched.
“Yes, oh God, Maxim, yes.”
I felt myself clench around him, muscles fluttering and tightening as my orgasm exploded through me, and another hit as I felt him come inside me, filling me up with his cum. My body clung on tighter, like it never wanted to let him go, milking him for all he was worth.
I couldn’t catch my breath, and I was shaking when he dropped down on top of me, needing to hold him.
He didn’t move for a long, long time and I loved that he didn’t pull out. I didn’t want him to, not until he shrank back down and gravity did it for him.
“I love you, Elizabeth.”
“I love you too Max. So much you don’t even know.”
Maxim
In the cramped living room of the apartment I used to live in, I set up my laptop on the glass coffee table, on top of a stack of books to keep it from chinking against the glass every time the train went past the window.
Elizabeth slid onto the sofa next to me as I fired up Skype, as gorgeous as ever, back in the clothes she’d dressed in for the raid. I didn’t know which I preferred more, seeing her in spotless, pristine cotton, or head to toe black to match me.
Whatever she was wearing, I didn’t think I’d ever get over the gut-deep need to pull her close to me and kiss her hard enough to start something every time she came into a room.