“Would you have dinner with me tomorrow night?” he asked, curious
about her reaction more than her response. There it was, the near terror in her
pale eyes as she considered his invitation, and her desire to accept it. The
light grey of her gaze clouded, then the set of her jaw gave him his answer a
moment before she politely declined, for the second time.
“What are you afraid of, Kaylee?” he questioned, refusing to be put
off this time.
“Nothing,” she returned firmly. “I simply don’t want to see you
socially, Max.”
“Because you’re afraid you might actually like me?” He grinned, and
one eyebrow rose. “Or is it something a little more basic that’s scaring
you?”
“There’s that word again,” she stated, voice little more than a
whisper between them. “I am not afraid of you, Max Richmonte,” she asserted. “If
you require some kind of proof, feel free to stay for
awhile.”
“Thanks,” he grinned. “I’d like to.”
She groaned inwardly, but pasted a smile on her face and showed him
fully into the living room. He dropped his tall, lean frame into a comfortable
chair and looked up at her, that devastating smile coming into full play over
his stunning features.
“How about a movie?”
She shook her head. “Do you like old radio
shows?”
Max’s surprise brought a rush of sweet, feminine giggles from her and
he watched her cross the room and switch the sound system over to tapes. She
popped in a cassette, handed him a huge bowl of popcorn, and poured two glasses
of red wine. She handed one to him, then dimmed the lighting again before
settling on the couch adjacent to his seat in the
armchair.
Max gave the old audio program half his attention, the other half was
focused on the woman sitting a couple of feet away. She’d set aside the wine
glass and was listening, her eyes closed. Her wrap had fallen open and he was
drinking in the view of her breasts encased in the filmy silk and lace bodice of
her gown. Her nipples were a dark shadow, and he watched them harden as he
stared at her, as though her body was in perfect synch with his desire to touch
her.
He left his chair, silent and graceful, and reseated himself next to
her on the sofa. Her eyes opened and she looked at him, her breath a soft rush
of air between them. Max leaned into her, his lips finding hers as he pulled her
close to him. His tongue slipped into the wine-tainted warmth of her mouth,
drawing her into the kiss, deepening it to something exquisitely erotic as he
tasted and teased her. One hand held her head, the other glided over her until
his fingers found the softness of her breast, and he began to stroke and caress,
his fingers circling the taut nipple continuously.
Kaylee moaned softly when he began to squeeze her breast, and the
sound mutated into a gasp of pleasure when he ended their kiss and both his
hands caressed her, and tugged at her sensitive nipples. Max slid the wrap off
her shoulders and slowly peeled away the clingy material that covered her skin.
When her breasts were bared, he touched her again, shuddering at the intense
hunger the feel of her soft tits in his hands was creating. He caught one of her
dark buds in his teeth and nibbled, making her tremble and whisper his name. He
licked at her nipples repeatedly, first one then the other, sucking intently,
then hardly touching her. She was breathing so fast after a few minutes that he
wondered if she was going to faint.
“Kaylee? Are you all right, honey?”
She nodded, and her passion bright eyes locked with his. “Why are you
here, Max?”
“I want you, baby, isn’t that obvious?” His voice was rough with
need, but gentle, too.
“You could have any woman you wanted,” she murmured. “You’re amazing.
Why do you want me?”
Max laughed softly at her perplexity in her tone. “When was the last
time you really looked at yourself, Kaylee? Jesus, baby! You’re the kind of
beautiful most men lust after.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
His smile was indulgent. “Ridiculous? I’ve been called a helluva lot
of things, but that one’s a first in this situation.”
“And what, precisely, do you think this situation
is?”
“Well.” He smiled, one eyebrow quirked in teasing humor. “I’m hoping
this situation is about to evolve into you... me... and all kinds of
wonderful...”
To make his point, one hand disappeared under her gown and she tensed
slightly, eyes wide with combined anticipation and a shade of
uncertainty.
“I don’t think I want this to happen like this,
Max.”
Max’s other hand slid behind her back and he eased her toward him. He
lifted her and turned, settling into the sofa cushions as he put her astride his
hips. Her fingers curled over his shoulders and she looked down at herself, the
reaction unconscious. She bit her bottom lip at the sight; her naked breasts
dangling before him, his hands barely visible beneath the sheer silk of her
gown. He was stroking her thighs now, his caress slow and
seductive.
“Tell me what you want, honey.”
She shook her head and he bent to take a nipple between his lips. He
opened his mouth wider and she gasped loudly when he began to suck the entire
peak of her breast, his tongue flicking furiously at the pebble hard point. Her
body convulsed a moment later when the sensation of his mouth on her was
overshadowed by the dizzying pleasure of his fingers buried in the tight channel
between her legs.
“Tell me what you want, Max,” she repeated his words, and he
saw the surge of power and challenge in her eyes when he lifted his head and
locked his gaze with hers.
“What I want?” His voice was a textured, gravelly purr of sensuous
hunger. “What I want, Kaylee Masterson, is to fuck you until you can’t walk
without thinking about what it felt like to have my cock so far inside you that
you want to scream.” Passion lit in her eyes and he could see how turned on she
was by his words. He let them keep coming. “I want to shove my dick into your
dripping little pussy, over and over again, baby.” He was punctuating every
syllable with his hand, his fingers moving in and out of her tight heat, the
sounds slick and wet, so exciting he wondered if he’d be able to exert any real
control over his lust.
“What then?” She was fucking his fingers now, her hips meeting him
thrust for thrust. He knew she was close to an amazing, intense orgasm. He also
knew that she didn’t give a damn what he said, as long as he kept on talking,
probably telling her things no man had ever uttered to
her.
“Then,” he let his fingers slip free of her, and began to stroke her
wet slit, his thumb slowly caressing her pulsing clit. “I want you to suck me,
Kaylee. I want my cock in your mouth, honey, and your finger up my ass. Do you
think you can do that for me, baby? Make me so crazy I lose
control.”
She shuddered as she came, suddenly and so violently she almost fell
off the sofa. Her choking moan muffled as she leaned forward, her head against
his, foreheads touching. Max didn’t give her much time to recover, he moved
again, sitting her on the sofa cushions. He stood up, unsnapped and unzipped his
jeans, and hissed in relief at the easing of the pressure in his crotch. He shed
his clothes quickly and smiled at the appreciation in her eyes when she took a
long look at him.
“You’re as gorgeous as I knew you’d be, Max,” she told him, voice
husky and seductive.
“Spread your legs for me, Kaylee,” he directed, enjoying the sexy
image she presented to him, with her silky gown draped around her, her beautiful
tits with their jutting peaks begging for his mouth again. She started to stand,
no doubt to remove the gown, but he shook his head. “Leave it, honey.” She
grinned at him and pulled the material up around her waist like a cloud of
shimmering gauze. When she spread her legs wide and parted her folds to his
hungry gaze, Max’s hand closed on his cock and he started to stroke his rigid
length as he walked toward her. She was caressing herself, her middle finger
slipping in and out of the wet tunnel between her thighs, the sound soft and
slick, making the head of his cock weep an oozing bead.
Kaylee smiled and pushed herself off the sofa. He stopped and she
knelt in front of him. Max’s breath escaped him as a hiss of sound when her
tongue licked the swollen head of his cock, flicking rapidly at the tiny slit as
it continued to spill droplets of moisture that she eagerly lapped up. She
pushed his hands away and his knees shook when she began to massage between his
thighs, squeezing carefully, rubbing with precise gentleness. Her wet finger,
sticky with her own orgasm, stroked the sensitive strip behind his balls, slowly
making her way to the tight hole that was her target zone. Max groaned softly
and his hands tangled in her hair, holding her while he pushed his cock deeper
into her mouth. She started sucking and his heart pounded so loudly that he
wondered if she could actually hear it.
Her finger was probing delicately and Max was sure his legs were
going to give out if she penetrated him. He was willing to risk it, he decided,
and spread his legs wider, using the shift in position to anchor him to the
floor. The pressure of her mouth was an exquisite torture, and her tongue was
twirling around the throbbing head of his dick, finding the spots that made him
tremble, lingering over them until he was gasping and pushing deeper into her
throat. She opened her mouth wider, took him in as far as she could, and sucked
harder. Her finger slid into him, the sensation electric as it shot unbelievable
pleasure to every nerve ending he possessed. He felt like he was going to
explode, not just in her throat but into about a million flames of pure,
unadulterated ecstasy.
Fighting down the orgasm that was about to burst from him, Max pulled
her away. He shivered when her finger slipped free of him and she stared in
surprise from her position on the floor.
“I want to be buried to the hilt in your pussy when I come, baby,” he
told her, barely recognizing the rasp of his voice.
Before she could reply, the sound of his cellphone ringing brought
reality crashing back. The stereo had gone silent without notice, and the sudden
stillness in the room was shocking.
Max was furious, but he also knew he had to take the call. If it
hadn’t been important, the phone wouldn’t be ringing. He looked at her, saw the
dazed glimmer of thwarted desire in her smoky eyes and wondered if he’d be able
to make this right with her. He grabbed his jeans and dug his phone from a
pocket.
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