Over the two weeks, I’ve been doing everything I could think of, from sleeping in just his t-shirts and panties, getting dressed with him in the room, little kisses on the cheek, hugs, lots of hugs, anything at all. When Max gave me his credit card and told me to go shopping, that terrified me because I wasn’t sure what to get that he would like, but thanks to Shamrock and Snake, I now have a whole wardrobe of sexy, provocative lingerie to entice Max. I was going to put some on tonight but seeing him on the bed looking the way he did, well, my only concern was him.
So, imagine my surprise when suddenly, I was straddling his lap, and he started kissing me.
And it was marvelous.
Hot, scorching kisses sipped from his experienced mouth as mine trembled. I’ve been kissed before, but never by someone who I wanted to kiss. He was tender yet firm, almost demanding as he controlled everything. Which worked for me because I was out of my league here. I thought I knew how to kiss, but apparently, I had a lot more to learn.
His hands threaded through my hair, cradling my head as his mouth moved, gently kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my eyelids, moving back to my mouth, tenderly. It was the most exquisite feeling I’d ever felt.
I never wanted it to stop.
Throwing caution to the wind, I kissed him back, my hands on his chest for balance as he pulled me closer to him. He drew a shuddering breath, kissed my temple, and half-breathed into my hair, “Remi, tell me to stop,” before he moved his mouth back to mine and renewed his gentle assault.
“Don’t you want to kiss me?” I gasped between nibbles.
He smiled at me, and I blushed.
“God baby, I do want to. I want to all the time. So much it hurts. All I think about is you.”
He thought about me all the time.
He wanted me!
Max cupped the back of my head with his left hand and pulled at my left hip with his right hand, so our bodies molded together. Then his hand began rubbing my hip in circles, moving lower and farther back until his hand was caressing the globe of my ass. He squeezed it and pressed the cradle of my hips more tightly against the erection inside his jeans, and I gasped. He took advantage of the opening to deepen the kiss, to thrust his tongue deep inside, stroking, exploring my moist mouth. I was shocked into stillness, overwhelmed, but what he was doing felt so good that I couldn’t stop him. I could feel his erection burning against my pussy, his hand on my ass, pushing me against him. To my horror, I realized this opened my hips and fitted my pussy snugly over the frighteningly large bulge in his jeans.
I knew he was fighting his urges for the last two weeks. It didn’t take a genius to see he wanted me, but he ignored his desires for some nefarious reason. At first, I thought it was because he had someone else he cared about, but thanks to Shamrock and Snake, I now knew differently. He was denying himself, and I didn’t know how to approach him about it. It wasn’t something I was well versed in. Typically, when a man wanted my body, they just took it without asking.
Max wasn’t like that. Instead, he stayed away. Well, except for at night, when he would hold me tightly as he slept. It was like he couldn’t get close enough to me, and in the mornings, I could feel his erection against my ass.
But now, everything changed.
He wanted me.
Me!
The thought should have made me pleased, made me want to jump for joy, but instead, it scared me. Who would want a woman like me? I’ve been used and abused most of my life. I’m not an innocent. I’m tainted, scarred, and have so many triggers that any life with me would be a trial. No, loving me wasn’t worth the effort. I was just used goods and always would be.
This was moving too fast. It had been a mistake to let him start kissing me again, but I couldn’t stop myself. Max was really getting turned on. Making out with him was amazing, but I was afraid of hurting him and really didn’t want that.
My panic surged when he started gently grinding against my pussy in a slow, sensual motion that matched the thrust of his tongue into my mouth. My arms were trapped, the right at my side, the left between them, so I protested, tried to move away from him by arching my back, which turned out to be a complete mistake. All it did was simultaneously wiggle my hips to match his thrust while grinding my chest against his.
Oh, God, my nipples were so sensitive. They felt like they were on fire. I felt like I was about to burst into flames from head to foot. He took my squirming as encouragement, and he broke the deep kiss to start nibbling and licking his way over to my ear. I opened my mouth to protest, to stop him but found I was moaning instead. I hadn’t realized that my ear could be so sensitive, tied to the tingling in my breasts and pussy. He licked, bit, and breathed on the damp areas until I thought I was going to explode with tension, but then everything came crashing down when he whispered, “You’re so beautiful. You’ve gotten me so hard. I can’t wait to stick my cock in you and make you mine”.
I froze completely and then started to cry.
Max felt the change in me immediately. “Remi, what’s wrong? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. Did I hurt you?”
It had been a mistake but not his.
This was all my fault.
Shaking my head, I sobbed, unable to speak, unable to move.
Max pulled back his head to study my face while continuing to hold me tight and stroke my smooth thigh. “What’s wrong baby? Talk to me.”
I sniffed and tried to find the words. “I... I’m sorry, Max. I want this, I really do, but I’m not good enough. I don’t know what to do. I mean, I do, but not with someone like you.”
He never stopped stroking. “What do you mean by someone like me?”