Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I exhaled against her, and my cock sprang to life, blood finally filling it rapidly. Sara’s lust turned me on, and it was all I needed to get it up. I’d been too tense before and hadn’t allowed myself to enjoy any part of this before I knew Sara did too. My cock had hardened painfully—without any mental tricks.
It didn’t matter that she still wanted the lights out. This wasn’t about me. This was about her. One day, she’d be able to look into my eyes when we had sex and not see our past.
I was overwhelmed by the sensations. I was still nervous, but Maximus’s touch created so many unexpected feelings inside me that I hardly had the time or the capacity to focus on my nerves.
I glanced down carefully, not wanting Maximus to know I was watching him. It was dark, but not dark enough that a man like him wouldn’t realize he was being watched. His head hovered between my legs, bobbing back and forth lightly as his tongue stroked my sensitive flesh. His tip traced my inner lips and my opening, parting me gently with every caress.
I felt hot and soppy, needy and desperate for more. I felt like the Sara I never got the chance to be.
Maximus cupped my clit and sucked lightly.
The muscles in my legs tightened, my core clenched, and a flood of wetness pooled out. Maximus rumbled like a bear and dove down to lick up my arousal. I grabbed the top of his head in shock. This felt so dirty and animalistic, something I’d never thought sexy. Bodily fluids had never seemed appealing, but the way Maximus ate me up made me reconsider my assessment. Maximus pulled me harder against his mouth. I could feel his last reservations crumbling, could feel him becoming less careful, and it felt so good. My lips formed an “oh” when he pushed his tongue into me and began to stroke my inner walls. My hips shifted as the sensations grew. Maximus’s thumb rubbed wetness over my clit while his tongue kept thrusting into me. My muscles quivered, and the heat in my core became close to unbearable. A choked cry tumbled from my lips, my legs clamping around Maximus’s head as a wave of pure pleasure exploded from my pussy all through my body, lighting up my nerves like a firework. I clung to Maximus’s arm as I basked in the sensations. It was over far too soon, but at the same time, it felt as if I couldn’t take much more of it.
My chest heaved as I tried to wrap my mind around what had just happened. Maximus sat up. Even in the near dark, I could see him watching me with hungry, possessive eyes. If my head hadn’t already felt hot, I would have flushed now. He stretched out beside me, his breathing faster and deeper than before. We lay like that for a while, then he turned around to me. I thought he’d sleep with me now, but then I felt his hand on my thigh, lightly stroking the sensitive skin there before he moved up between my legs and slowly pushed a finger into me. My teeth buried into my lower lip as I savored the sensation.
“Is this good for you?”
I was far better than good. It felt as if the friction lit up my entire body.
I nodded quickly, not sure I could form words. He slid his finger back out, then slipped it back in. Over and over, soon moving faster and harder. My body yearned for more. As if he could sense my need, he added a second finger. The penetration felt entirely different from during our previous sexual encounters. My body was eager for every thrust, seeking the friction and the delicious sensations it brought. Soon, I was panting uncontrollably again. I knew Maximus was watching me. I could feel his hot breath on my shoulder. His touch didn’t leave room for self-doubt. The sensations were too strong, too overpowering, and when they cumulated and crashed down on me like a wave, I let out a loud moan I’d never considered myself capable of.
Maximus exhaled as he slowed his thrusts until he stilled completely inside me. He pulled his fingers out of me and rested his hand on my belly. My body felt heavy, and the place between my legs was hot and wet.
“Are you ready for sex?” Maximus asked.
I doubted I could ever feel more ready than I did now. Physically at least. I was still scared of my mind. Would it torture me with memories I didn’t want? Or would it allow me to just enjoy the present? “Yes.”
Maximus stretched out beside me. “Maybe it would be good to have you ride me.”
“The chances of conception are higher in a lying position.” It wasn’t the only reason I preferred the missionary position. Sitting on top of Maximus felt too exposing, and I wasn’t experienced enough to feel that daring.