“You seriously think I want you to stop now?” Max’s hands slid up to her hips, cupping her backside. “I’ve been fighting to keep my hands off you since I laid eyes on you.”
“That was only today.”
“Let’s just say it’s intense.” Mary gasped as Max’s hands drifted up her back. “Does this thing come undone?”
“There’s a zip.”
Max’s fingers found the zip, and he drew it down very slowly. Then he was easing the dress off Mary’s shoulders, letting it pool around her waist. Given how snug it was around her chest, Mary had decided not to wear a bra. Now she was half-naked in a gorgeous man’s lap, watching him stare at her like she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Feeling a little self-conscious, Mary started to cover herself, but Max caught her hands.
“No, don’t do that.” He lowered her hands, and then he cupped her breasts. “You’re just gorgeous, Mary.”
Mary forgot how to breathe as Max began to kiss and suck on her breasts, squeezing the other breast not getting his mouth’s attention. He paid close attention to her nipples, toying with the sensitive skin until Mary was practically squirming in his lap. Holy fuck, she had not expected that. Her breasts had always been sensitive, but she never expected them to make her shake at the way Max was teasing them. His other hand slid under her skirt, running up her bare thigh to sneak under the waistband of her panties. The feel of his fingers against her bare backside caused Mary to jump, and she was surprised to hear a moan coming from her. She was not normally vocal during sex.
Was that normal?
Max traced the edge of her nipple with his tongue before tugging her down for a quick kiss. He was breathing heavily.
“We’d better move this to the bedroom. What I have in mind requires a bit more…room.”
“Like what?”
Max grinned. Then he stood up, bringing Mary with him. She squealed and wrapped herself around him as he walked towards the bedroom, his hands clasping her backside and rubbing her against his erection with each stride. She had to bite her lip to stop another moan from coming out.
She was barely aware of the room as Max lay her on the bed, pulling off her dress before tugging her panties down. Mary’s heart was pounding in her ears as Max rose up to look at her naked body, his eyes raking up and down. He groaned.
“Fuck, Mary. You have no idea how stunning you look.”
Mary swallowed.
“I’m not exactly possessing a fit body…”
Max took her hand and pressed it to his erection.
“Does it look like my cock is complaining?”
God, he was huge. Mary’s mouth went dry, and her fingers involuntarily flexed against his crotch. Max groaned, thrusting against her hand. Then he pulled away, grabbing Mary by the hips and urging her up the bed. Pushing her thighs apart, he buried his face between her legs. Mary’s gasps turned into moans as he ferociously attacked her clit, swiping his tongue across the swollen flesh before dipping into her pussy. His hand joined in, and she was filled by two thick fingers, thrusting at an angle that made her sure she was going cross-eyed. She lifted her hips against his onslaught, only for Max to use his other arm to pin her down.
Fuck, she wasn’t going to hold on for much longer.
It took just one suck of her clit, and Mary came hard. She clamped a hand over her mouth as she started to shriek, ripples of her orgasm tearing through her body. It was too much, she couldn’t handle it. And, at the same time, she wanted more. A lot more.
As she came down from her high, it took a moment for Mary to realize that Max had moved away from her, and there was a rustling of clothing. When had she closed her eyes? opening them, Mary saw Max pushing his pants down his legs, kicking them to one side. All he wore now were his boxers, the white a stark contrast to his skin. Mary could see the clear outline of his cock, barely contained. She took him in greedily, noting how ripped he was. His muscles seemed defined, perfectly sculpted like he was a statue.
He was all hers for tonight. Mary couldn’t wait.
“I’m not going to last much longer if you keep looking at me like that,” Max said as he went to his bedside cabinet. Mary almost missed what he was saying as she eyed his firm backside.
“Hmm?”
Max glanced at her, his eyes glinting as he reached into the top drawer and pulled out a silver packet. Then he paused, his gaze drifting over her body.
“Where do you want me? I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Really?”
“Tell me what you like.”
Mary couldn’t remember the last time Cody had said he would do whatever she wanted in bed. Then she pushed that away. She was not going to think about him now. This was about her tonight, not him.