Part 4 (2/2)

I needed him. Needed him to make love to me....

I reached down between us and gripped the firm length of his c.o.c.k. Smoothing my hands over the shaft, and then back up to the tip, I felt a droplet of liquid there. He was ready to go.

Max suddenly stood, pulling me to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Wordlessly, he removed his boxers, guided his c.o.c.k toward my mouth, and I opened for him.

I tasted his precome as my mouth covered the plump crown.

”d.a.m.n, Olivia. You're amazing.”

His words encouraged me. I looked up at him and met his gaze. Wow, that stare. That animalistic stare, laced with intense need. A look that I never, ever wanted to get used to. And to think I brought this out in him.

My mouth was filled with his thickness. My hand held him at the base as I took as much as I could of him between my lips, across my tongue. My other hand reached for his b.a.l.l.s. I cupped them, this time more firmly than I had in the past, just as I'd seen him to do himself when he m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed for me on the plane.

”G.o.d, Olivia, I love that....”

I kept my eyes trained up, watching the facial expressions created by what I was doing to him. I smiled around his c.o.c.k.

”Take it deep,” he said, with a soft edge of command in his tone.

I worked my lips down the shaft as far as it would go and felt the head at the back of my throat. I couldn't keep it there for very long, so I slid my mouth up the length. He was wet, so wet, ready to come....

He felt like he was getting bigger with each throb, and I thought he was about to flood my mouth. If he had, it would have been fine with me. But Max didn't want to, just yet.

He pulled back and his c.o.c.k left my mouth with a little wet pop pop and and smack smack sound. sound.

”Not yet, Liv.”

Liv. No one had ever called me that before. The sound of that word-the nickname Max had just created for me-sent a tingle through my nerves. He'd given me a name. One that he and he alone had used or would ever use. No one had ever called me that before. The sound of that word-the nickname Max had just created for me-sent a tingle through my nerves. He'd given me a name. One that he and he alone had used or would ever use.

Hearing ”Liv” made me think of ”love” and ”live.” Thoughts of how I knew I loved him and was living for him flooded my mind and my heart, but I managed to keep from blurting it out.

I just wanted him inside me. Badly.

”I don't want to come yet,” he said. ”I want this to last, we're going to come together.”

Max gently moved me back on the bed and pulled the t-s.h.i.+rt over my head. Then he dropped to his knees on the floor. His mouth dove for my p.u.s.s.y and his tongue was vigorously fluttering my folds. Then I felt his mouth seal around my c.l.i.t as he sucked the tight little bud between his lips.

”Tell me what you want, Liv.”

G.o.d, there it was again. That name.

”I want to come with you deep inside me.” I managed to get the words out through my uneven breaths.

He kept his mouth where it was. Teasing. Torturing. And I knew he wanted me to beg.

”Do it, Max. I need you in me.”

He moved swiftly on top of me, and was effortlessly inside me in the flash of a second. His rigid length stroked along my slick flesh. He pushed deeper and I arched my back in response.

”Yes!” The word just flew out of me.

”f.u.c.k, Liv, you're so perfect. So tight. So warm. I want to be here forever.”

”M-me...too....don't stop...ever....”

Max got into a long, even, hard rhythm, moving in and out of me-almost all the way to the tip of his c.o.c.k, then back in to the hilt.

”Are you mine?” he breathed into my ear.

”Yours. Yes, I'm yours.”

Max sat up between my legs. He remained inside me as he grabbed the t-s.h.i.+rt that was lying next to my head. Many times before, while we had s.e.x, he would hold my arms above my head with just one of his large hands wrapped around my wrists. This time he was going to do it differently.

”Do you trust me, Olivia?”

A spark of adrenaline flashed in my chest and I started moving my hips in little gyrating motions, ma.s.saging his c.o.c.k with my p.u.s.s.y.

”Yes.”

Max wrapped the t-s.h.i.+rt around my wrists, then tied the ends through the iron posts of the headboard. I was restrained now, and he was totally free.

He reached for one of the extra pillows and held it as he turned me over onto my stomach. The t-s.h.i.+rt tightened as I rolled and it twisted a little, but there was no pain from it.

Max lifted my hips with his hand and slid the pillow beneath me. It raised my a.s.s up, giving him better access to me. He spread my legs, making me even more open and vulnerable. All his....

I felt his hot breath on my neck as he lowered again, his arms on either side of me holding him up, his c.o.c.k rubbing against my a.s.s.

Oh, G.o.d...was this it? My first a.n.a.l? I wasn't sure I was ready for it. I'd never wanted it before, but now, with Max, I wanted everything.

”Don't worry,” he said, ”I'm not going to do that.”

Jesus, what was it with him always practically reading my mind? Or was I just that easy to read?

”It's okay,” I said.

”No, we'll have to work up to it. And I can't wait right now.”

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