“Won’t what?”
He placed his glass on the table and got up. My insides were trembling. Max walked around the table to me, took my hand and pulled me gently to my feet.
“I won’t kiss you if you say no.”
His face was so close to mine I could feel his breath on my skin. I wanted to tell him to stop but I couldn’t speak. Max edged closer, little by little, until our lips were practically touching. Still, I couldn’t speak.
Max cupped my face with his hands and stepped against me with his body. Then, he kissed me. I closed my eyes and felt a wave of pleasure coursing through my body at the feel of his tongue in my mouth.
He suddenly stopped kissing me, leaving me feeling shaken.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
Are you kidding me?
“Yes.”
Max took my hand and led me to a long leather bench. He sat me down and stepped back. I wanted him so badly. He took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor, revealing his sexy torso for the second time that day. He had a tattoo of an eagle on his left pec. The detail was amazing. But his chest wasn’t the most exciting reveal of the day.
I watched as he stepped out of his jeans. Max wasn’t wearing any underpants. My eyes feasted on his magnificence. He liked that I was in awe of him–I could tell from his expression. He was proud of his physique–and why the hell not? He was perfect.
“I want to see you, Angel.”
It took some effort, as my legs were wobbly, but I got up and acquiesced. Max didn’t take his eyes off me as I stepped out of the clean shirt and jeans, he’d lent me. I wasn’t wearing underwear either as I’d worn my bikini earlier.
There was no mistaking the evidence. Max wanted me. Unlike the man, his erection spoke volumes.
“I want to taste every inch of your perfect body, Angel Harris,” he said in a husky voice.
Now that was a killer line if ever I’d heard one. It was all I could do to not have an orgasm right there on the spot.
“I’m all yours,” I smiled wickedly.
“Damn straight, you are.”
Then it dawned on me.
“What about the staff?”
“Don’t worry about them. They won’t bother us.”
Max moved toward me with the speed of a panther. I was in his arms in the blink of an eye. Before I knew it, he was kissing me passionately. His body was warm against mine. I felt the muscles twitching as he held me closer.
I kissed Max on his neck and bit down softly. He moaned and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Max cupped my buttocks with his hands and lowered me onto his shaft. He slid effortlessly into me as I was more than ready to receive him.
“Oh, Angel,” he breathed as he pushed his fullness into me.
Max was strong. He moved my body into position without too much effort. My breathing was labored. Breathless, is what I was–breathless and aching for release.
My lover walked me to the leather bench and sat down. I was on top of him, facing him. We kissed with the urgency shared by new lovers. I couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of his touch.
I bit down on his shoulder as I came close to orgasm. Max let out a satisfied giggle as my teeth sank into his skin.
“Cum for me, my little tiger,” he said in a thick haze.
We moved faster and harder, our bodies slippery and glistening with perspiration. I threw back my head, arched my back and curled my toes. I was riding the wave. I must have yelled out when I came. I couldn’t keep the release quiet–it was too big.
Max let go of my hair and lifted my body up and down onto his cock until he came. He shuddered and gasped. I looked into his eyes as he reached orgasm. They were dreamy and glassy. It was as if he were somewhere else altogether.