He leaned in quickly and kissed me sweetly, reverently. “You have to tell me what you mean, Remi.”
He knew very well what I meant, but he would make me say it because words had power. He wanted me to think about giving myself to him. He moved his hand from my thigh up to cup my face and started gently stroking my hair. He didn’t say another word, patiently waiting for me to explain myself.
“I... I love you, Max...”
He didn’t wait for her inevitable‘but,’instead, he murmured, “Good,” and swooped in to invade my mouth again. Once again, I was swept up in the sweetness of his kiss. I forced myself to pull my treacherous mouth away from his. “But I... I don’t want...” I couldn't bring myself to say the words.
“What baby? Tell me.”
“I’m not good enough for you. I’m soiled damaged goods. Nothing more than a whore. You deserve better, someone better than me.”
My eyes kept sliding away from his face. He had both hands in my hair, and he used them to hold my head steady, to make me meet his gaze. I swear the temperature rose several degrees when my words slipped from my lips. Max was rock hard and not in the right way. Tension radiated off him in waves, stifling the air making it hard to breathe. My breath was coming in gasps, heaving my soft breasts against his chest as I saw fury radiated from his eyes.
He was mad. Really mad. “Never say that again. You hear me on this, Remi. Never again will those words ever pass your lips. You are not soiled. You are not damaged, and you aremywhore. My woman, Mine. Only mine, you get me?”
I gulped, an action that made his cock twitch as he watched my throat work. Nodding, I tried to process the words he just said when I felt movement against my pussy, and I gasped audibly. I stared helplessly into his eyes as I tried to find the words.
“I’m yours.” As I said the words, I blushed deeply, the flush spreading from my cheeks, down my neck, disappearing under the hemline of the towel I was still wearing.
His next kiss surged farther, deeper, and we both strained as if we were trying to join in one skin. His rod was threatening to burst his jeans, and I was so wet that I knew he could already feel my hot juices through his pants.
Max carefully untwined himself from me and moved back a few inches, propping himself up on his left arm as his back hit the bed. I remained on top of him, facing him. His face grew serious, and he put his right hand on the hem of the towel. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, his fingers traced the hemline of the towel, barely brushing my cleavage. I shuddered and threw my head back. Every part of my body, it seemed, was extra sensitized. His fingers slowed as he reached the knot, I put in the towel to hold it in place. He tugged it loose, exposing all of me to him. His breath hitched as he sucked in gulps of air.
“My God, your beautiful,” he whispered as he stroked the edges of my shoulders.
Max wrapped his arms around me, rolling me onto my back. Then he raised himself further on his left arm, trailed his right fingertips down from my shoulder, and then cupped my breast in his hand. His thumb started slowly circling my nipple, feeling it harden instantly under his ministrations.
I gasped and arched my back, pressing myself against his hand. He took that opportunity to lean down and begin to suckle the hardpoint, pulling firmly. I was so shocked, so aroused that I let out a tiny scream. My hands flew up and cradled his head against my breast, my fingers threading through his hair. He lifted his head enough to switch breasts, moving his hand to continue to torment the nipple he had just released, teasing and stroking it with his fingers. After working the second one similarly, making me writhe under him, he raised his head slightly and blew gently on my sensitized skin.
I shuddered.
“You. Are. Mine.”
“Yes,” I hissed.
“Say it. I need to hear you say the words.”
I shuddered again. “I am yours, Max. Always and Forever.”
“Damn right.”
TEN
REAPER
Istared in wild wonder at the tits I had dreamt about for the last week, so soft, so round, and so fucking perfect. Each topped with an erect nipple, swollen and dusky pink from my ministrations, bouncing with each excited breath. I couldn’t move for a moment. “You’re so beautiful,’ I whispered.
“Max, please don’t stop right now. Please?” She trembled and arched her back, offering herself to me, and my stillness broke. I surged forward, fell upon her, and feasted, nuzzling, and licking and nipping, then suckling deep and hard as if I were trying to pull the entire breast into my mouth. I switched back and forth, making sure I stroked and cupped and tickled each sweet peak when my mouth was on the other. Her groans grew louder, and she squirmed almost continually underneath me. I was on top of her, and it took all my willpower not to whip out my cock and claim her.
I gave one last sharp suck to her right nipple, then worked my way to the center of her chest and began to kiss and lick my way down her taut belly. I paused to swirl my tongue in her navel, and she giggled. God, I loved hearing her laugh. It was like balm to my soul.
I only paused for a second before resuming my determined progress southward. I tasted my way down across her shaved mound. I gently lifted her left leg up without breaking eye contact, bending her knee as I pressed the leg out and down, spreading her bare pussy to my gaze. I trailed my fingertips along the inside of her leg, stroking ever upward until my right hand cupped her mound, just barely touching her. She shivered and involuntarily arched her back, pushing against me. For the moment, I left my hand there, unmoving, as I turned my head and began to kiss and lick my way up her right leg, causing her to moan and clutch the blankets with her fingers, hands still tangled at her sides in the soft folds of the towel. As I moved towards her knee, I gently stroked her pussy, gradually parting her outer folds to immediately find my fingers coated with her juices. No matter how many doubts she had, her body betrayed her. She was dripping wet, gasping, and writhing in reaction to my caresses.
She was mine.
I lingered a moment at the sensitive area behind her knee, licking her soft skin and then breathing on it, watching goosebumps form as my fingers continued to stroke harder, deeper into the folds of her pussy. I gently nipped the skin of her thigh as I slowly pushed my finger inside her. She arched her back and moaned low at the back of her throat, her hips unconsciously starting to grind against me, in rhythm with my strokes. I trailed my tongue downward, closer until my mouth closed over the exposed pink bud of her clit. I suckled deeply, stroking it with my tongue, as a second finger joined the first, and I pushed as deep as my fingers would go into her hot, wet, incredibly tight passage. She froze, but I continued, flicking her clit with my tongue as I set a steady pace with my fingers, and soon she began to tentatively push her hips against my hand and mouth. Encouraged, I picked up the pace, sucking and licking and stroking. I held her leg over my shoulder with my left hand, but now I used it to caress my way up her side to her breast. She was lost entirely to sensation now, her breath coming in sexy little gasps, her head tossing so her hair spread across her face and the makeshift pillow.
I had to hold out though.