Yep, the beat of the music had just changed. The tempo had picked up and it was time to move this dance forward. A confidence that only he’d ever inspired rushed through her. It helped that they were joking around, keeping things light. It made the entire scene feel less intimidating, less scary.
She dragged her fingertips lightly down his abs one last time and then slid them smoothly inside his boxer briefs, grasping his shaft firmly and enjoying the shudder she felt run the length of his body.
“Oh, you mean this hand?” She asked, never losing the light, innocent, teasing tone she had affected at the beginning of the conversation.
“Fuck, Maxi,” he spat out, “are you sure you want to do this?”
She moved her head and started kissing his neck.
“Ummmm,” she murmured between kisses, “yep…I’m…pretty…sure.”
He started to push up, to take the lead, but she stopped him. For once she wanted to be in control. She wanted to be the one leading the dance.
Taking a deep breath her voice wavered as she spoke. “I want to…can I just touch you? Please?”
His eyes closed as he rolled back so he was lying flat. His surrender was clearly paining him as evidenced by the heavy, ragged, panting breaths that he sucked in deeper and deeper as she continued her movements. She recognized what that meant. She heard the modulation of the music. It wasn’t necessarily a speeding up of the tempo this time, it was a change of key. The tone of the song had shifted and, again, she would change her steps to match it.
She slid her hand out of his boxers, but only so that she could rise up on her hands and knees and swing her leg over his thighs to straddle him. She never stopped the movement of her mouth, planting kisses down his neck. She only moved lower onto his chest with the new angle that her vantage point gave her. She flicked her tongue out of her mouth playfully, licking his skin in tender kisses that grew more and more serious the further down his body she progressed.
His hands rose and grasped her hips but he made no move to stop her. It was costing him to let her have total control. She could feel it in the palpable tension rolling off of him. He had no idea the gift he was giving her, and she hoped he never would. But no matter what happened, she would be eternally grateful for it.
She kissed the rest of the way down his cut abs, loving the way his skin felt under her lips—so smooth and so steely at the same time. With every pass over the contours of his chest, over his ripped muscles, she grew wetter. Not only were the dips and lines sexy as hell, but they also reminded her of how capable he was of protecting her. How strong and how committed to her safety he was no matter what the enemy—or the cost. That wouldn’t have been an automatic aphrodisiac for a lot of women, but for Maxi, it was oysters and chocolate and freaking Spanish Fly. She’d spent so much of her life feeling unsafe. The fact that this man could protect her and make her feel safe was the sexiest thing in the world.
Her hands shifted and slid his boxer briefs smoothly down his legs, deftly navigating his gigantic and stiff erection. When he was totally naked she took a moment to devour him visually. He really was a work of art. His body looked like Michelangelo had chiseled it out of marble, although the David had nothing on the Billy.
Her mouth watered as she kneeled between his thighs and wrapped one hand around the base of his jutting erection. It jumped beneath her attention and she squeezed tighter as she stroked him up and then down. When she did a small bead of clear moisture appeared on his tip. Wanting to taste it, to taste him she leaned down, hovering over him as she licked it off, swirling her tongue around that sensitive skin.
Billy let out a strangled cry. “Fuck…Maxi…” he groaned.
She raised her head slightly, looking into his tortured face and a smile pulled at her lips. “Hold that thought,” she said lightly, “As soon as I’m done here that’s exactly what I want you to do.”
Without waiting to hear his response, she dipped her head and covered her lips over him, sucking his entire length into her mouth and raising up so her lips brushed over his engorged head before lowering again, enveloping him in the slick wet heat of her mouth. She repeated the motion over and over, each time increasing the pressure.
She loved the way he tasted, the way he responded to her, the way he moaned, at her mercy…she loved him.
***
Billy had never been selfish in the bedroom, but he had always taken control. Never in his life had he been more impressed with anything that he had done, inside the bedroom or out, than he was with his ability to remain still and let Maxi explore him, regardless of how he felt inside. It was a Herculean feat of strength, and if he’d asked himself beforehand if he thought he was able to do it, he would’ve said no. But in the moment, as it turned out, he was able to put her needs, her feelings above his own basic sexual needs, and he was very happy to find that out about himself.
But that all changed when he felt his climax building. He knew he was close to the point of no return, and if he didn’t want to come in her mouth he was going to have to put a stop to this immediately. She might want to be in charge, but he doubted that she wanted this to be over before it even started.
Everything in his body was telling him that he was crazy for grasping Maxi firmly by the shoulders and pushing her sweet, warm mouth up off of his dick. There was only one thing he could ever want more than just closing his eyes and losing himself in the insane sensations her lips and tongue were sending through his cock. He wanted to make love to her.
That was the one anchor, the one thing in the back of his brain that he could hold tight to in order to keep him connected to reality. The one thought that cut through all of the lust-fog clouding his thought process. He wanted to be inside of her. To drive himself into her, own her, possess her. And there was nothing he needed more than that. Nothing.
When he pushed her shoulders back, tearing her mouth up off of him, she looked up into his face, her eyes confused. “What’s wrong? Doesn’t it feel good?” she asked.
He let out a forced puff of laughter, and it wasn’t because there was anything particularly funny about it. “You have no idea,” he said ruefully.
“Well then, why did you stop?”
“I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come buried deep inside of you.”
Her eyes widened and her perfect lips formed the letter O as she said out loud, “Oh.”
He smiled. He couldn’t help it. Her sitting on her knees, between his legs, wearing his shirt with swollen lips from giving him a blow job, and looking so innocent was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.
“Do you have any idea how fucking cute you are?”