“You’re the bravest, stubbornest woman I’ve ever met,” Max murmurs, his hands tensing around mine. “Braver than you should be, after everything that’s happened.”
“I’m still afraid,” I whisper. “But I can’t let myself believe that after all of this, Art is going to be the one to finally take all of this away from us. We’ll beat him if we can, Max. And if not–I don’t want to be in a world without you, anyway.” I kiss him again, long and slow, tugging him down onto the bed with me so that we’re lying side by side, my leg hooked over his. “We’ll do this together. No matter what happens.”
Even with Levin’s assurances, even with the trust both Max and I are willing to place in him, this feels like a goodbye. I have to force myself not to cry as Max pulls me into his arms, kissing me slowly and unhurried. I don’t want to waste time on tears or sadness, but I’m painfully aware that every touch, every caress of his hands, every glide of his skin over mine, could be the last time.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.But it is, and there’s nothing we can do other than try in the eleventh hour to change it, once we’re back in Italy and can face Art.
We both know we’re not getting any sleep tonight, but neither of us cares. Every hour, every minute, feels precious. Earlier today, we’d come back to the villa with the expectation of lazy afternoon sex and the rest of the day stretching out in front of us, but now every touch feels like we’re grasping for each other, clinging, trying to stave off the inevitable. Max makes his way down my body slowly, kissing places he’s never slowed down enough to kiss before, his lips and tongue tracing my collarbone, the curve of my breasts, the lines of my ribs, the dip of my navel. His teeth graze my hipbones, his fingers tracing over all of the places that his fingers were before, until I’m shuddering with desire, the need for him overwhelming everything else.
“I want to remember every inch of you,” he murmurs, lips grazing over my abdomen as his hands slide up my inner thighs, opening me for him. “I want to remember how you taste, how you feel, the sounds you make. I want my senses so filled with you that there will be nothing else for me to remember but you.”
He runs his tongue over me, sweet and slow, urging my pleasure upwards by degrees, teasing me with soft licks and flutters until I’m twisting and arching beneath him, begging for more. He licks every inch of my pussy, his fingers stroking my inner thighs as he traces each fold, pushing his tongue inside of me to taste even more, thrusting it like a small cock until I’m whimpering with need. Then he finally sucks my clit into his mouth, sending me tumbling over the edge into the orgasm I’m desperate for.
I buck against his mouth, grinding against it as I ride his face, coming hard on his tongue. “Please,” I whimper, shaking and drenched with arousal, my body tingling across every part of me. “I need your cock, Max, please–I need you inside of me–”
“Not yet,” he murmurs, and then he presses his mouth against me again, tongue swirling around my oversensitive clit, fingers pushing inside of me as he drives me towards a second orgasm hard on the heels of the first.
When I’m shaking and moaning from the second, clenching around his fingers as I twist the sheets in my hands, he finally rises up over me, his cock so hard that it’s pressed firmly against his belly.
“We’re going to do this all night,” he murmurs, his hand tangling in my hair as his lips brush against mine, his thick cock pressing against me as he pushes just the tip inside. I clench down instantly, tightening around him as he groans, tipping his head back as his hips jerk and another inch sinks into me. “We can sleep on the plane. I need you as many times as I can have you, Sasha. Ineedyou–”
“I need you too.” I reach up, running my fingers through his hair, dragging his mouth down to mine as I wrap my legs around his hips. “I want it hard this time, Max. We can go slowly later. I want to feel you fuck me hard.”
He groans against my mouth, his entire body shuddering as his hips snap forwards, slamming his cock into me. In an instant, I’m filled completely, stretched around the thick burn of his cock as he starts to thrust.
It’s everything I needed and more. My nails dig into his scalp, my teeth in his lower lip as I take his cock again and again, hard and fast and desperate, moaning into our kiss as Max slams into me. I can feel myself tightening, spasming, another orgasm building as he grinds into my clit with each thrust. I arch underneath him, my hips rising to meet his every movement as he groans aloud with pleasure.
“I want you so full of my cum that you can taste it,” he growls, slamming into me hard again, pushing me back into the pillows as my hands drop to his shoulders, holding on with my nails sunk into his flesh. “I want you to come for me while I fill you up–”
I feel him stiffen, feel his cock throb inside of me as he shudders, struggling to hold back–and that’s all it takes.
My head falls back, my nails raking down his shoulders as I spasm around his cock, the orgasm stiffening every muscle in my body as I feel the hot rush of his cum fill me, his body shuddering over mine. His face buries in my neck, his teeth grazing my shoulder as he thrusts deeper, harder, every inch of our skin touching as we come hard together.
Max groans, his hands sliding down my waist as he grabs my hips. I let out a squeak of surprise as he suddenly rolls onto his back, taking me with him so that I’m astride him, his half-hard cock still inside of me.
“Kiss me,” he murmurs, his hand wrapping in my hair and pulling my mouth down to his. “Kiss me until I’m hard, so I can make love to you all over again. I want to stay inside of you all fucking night, Sasha.”
“That’s what I want, too.” I lean down, my hands on his chest as I brush my lips over his, some of the urgency sated. I can feel him twitch inside of me, one of his hands still on my hip, and as I deepen the kiss, I feel his fingers slip between my thighs, teasing my clit.
I tighten instantly, and he groans. “God, nothing feels as fucking good as that. Do it again,please.”
“Keep rubbing my clit like that, and I will,” I whisper against his mouth, and then his tongue tangles with mine, his fingers moving against my swollen clit, and I’m awash with pleasure all over again.
“I used to dream about this,” Max murmurs, as I feel him stiffen inside of me, rock hard again as I start to move my hips. “You on top of me, your breasts against my chest, kissing me just like this. I used to come in my sleep, dreaming about you. I wanted you so fucking badly, Sasha. Always.”
“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” I arch my back, rolling my hips against him, taking him as deeply as I can inside of me. “God, you feel so good. I never knew it could feel this good–”
I kiss him again, deep and slow, luxuriating in the feeling of him inside of me. His fingers tease my clit again, circling and rubbing, and I can feel myself on the verge of coming again, my hips moving faster. “I’m so close–” I whisper against his mouth, feeling the pleasurable tension rippling through me.
Dimly, I hear Max’s groan as I come atop him, legs tangled together, my mouth locked with his, and I feel him coming again, too, his hands squeezing my ass as he holds me down tightly on his cock. I can still feel him throbbing inside of me as he rolls us onto our sides, holding me against his chest as my leg slides between his, keeping us held together.
“No matter what happens, I won’t leave you again,” I whisper against his mouth, my fingers trailing down his chest. “We stay together.”
Max nods, his forehead pressed against mine. “Together,” he echoes, and then he’s kissing me again, and I forget everything else except him and me, and the hours ticking away.
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When we get ready to leave the following day, meeting on the patio, Natalia is almost in tears. I’ve never seen her so close to crying before in the short time that I’ve known her. Her poise had seemed impeccable, even in the face of the firefight at her father’s compound, but now I can see her lips are pressed tightly together, her eyes shining with unshed tears.