I do too, and it involves your cock and my mouth.
I look at him confused and honestly a little disheartened, but that charming smile tells me he’s got something devilishly delightful up his sleeve.
Max steps closer, letting my wrists go; he watches them slip down the wall and meet at my waist. His lips graze my earlobe.
“Are you on the pill? Should I use a condom? I’m clean, and I get tested regularly, and I always use protection. However, I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you.”
I inhale deeply, catching his gaze and feeling those intense butterflies I always get when I’m around Maxwell.
“Yes, I’m on birth control, and I trust you. I don’t want to have to use anything either. I want to feel everything.”
He smiles and strokes my chin in between his thumb and forefinger.
“Go put on those panties that I saw you were wearing that first time.”
“Blue lace?” I ask, and my voice cracks in response.
Max laughs low in his throat before slipping his hand down the front of my jeans. My knees buckle the minute he glides a finger into my wet folds. He swirls his index finger around my bundle of nerves, just slightly pressing to increase the pressure. My hips buck against his erection, my mind churning with ideas and possibilities of what the coming minutes will bring once we’re finally able to touch, skin to skin, completely naked. As my orgasm builds, and I reach out for Max to hold onto his shoulders as it finally rips its way through my body, causing me to cry out.
“And that’s just a small appetizer for what’s to come. Just wait until you reach the main course,” Max teases with such intense charisma. “Look for something sexy. I’m going to give your bedroom a little makeover, and I hope you’ll like the surprise.”
I hold onto Max for dear fucking life because I’m sure my legs no longer work. If he can do that with his fingers, I wonder if I can handle what else he has to offer without going into convolutions.
I wait a few minutes for my legs to stop shaking before quickly rooting through my chest of drawers for something sexy while my head spins with thoughts of Max.
‘I’m about to have sex with Max for the first time; finally.’
I slip out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, preparing myself for his surprise. Sliding the panties up my legs, I smile and turn to take in my reflection from the back and love how my ass looks. Leaving my bra on, I brush my hair and apply deodorant with shaky, nervous hands.
I am slowing my breathing, closing my eyes, trying to center my thoughts, so I don’t completely lose my shit. I’m ready to have sex with Max. I love him, but the nerves alone are making me feel nauseous.
“Vada,” Max says from outside of the door.
My heart skips a beat, hearing my name on his tongue and wishing my pussy was there instead. I pull the oak structure back slowly and find my eyes raking up his tall, muscular frame, drinking in all of Max’s sexiness like its water. I swallow hard, almost choking when I see he’s shirtless and wearing nothing but a faded pair of pajama bottoms that sit low on his trim waist, showing off his abs and that perfect, mouthwatering V-cut.
His eyes go dark the minute he sees me, pulling me in by my hips, and catches my mouth in a long, hot kiss. His tongue pushes against mine; he sucks my bottom lip before biting it gently.
“I specifically remember you telling me that you have toys a while back. Might we be able to bring those out?” Max asks, dragging his full mouth down the length of my chest, taking one breast from the cup of my bra, and helping himself. The way he feasts on my nipples, I can’t speak. My god, this man, and his talented ass mouth. Thank goodness he’s holding me because my legs are pure jelly right now.
“They’re in my bedside table, but they’re in special pouches.”
He bites down on my left nipple and sucks the sting away right after, which sends my body into bliss.
Tonight is going to be a magical experience.
Max
I could worship Vada’s tits all fucking day long. They’re soft, supple, and are a gorgeous teardrop shape. However, I had to tear myself away just long enough to bring her into the bedroom. I would have been happy staying right there; it wouldn’t be my first time having sex on the bathroom floor.
It would be Vada’s first time, and I need to make sure it’s perfect.
She's nestled comfortably in my arms as I bring her into the bedroom, hoping she’ll notice the little makeover I managed in under twenty minutes. I turned the lights down low, making the candles that are lit flicker beautifully against the darkness. Remaking her bed, I found a set of black satin sheets in her closet, hoping it doesn’t look too cheesy.
Vada’s smile tells me everything I need to know as she takes in the romantic ambiance. I set her on the bed next to me, and my god, does she look insanely edible right now— her skin, soft, glowing, and begging to be kissed. Two wine glasses sit on the nightstand, I hand her one, but Vada shakes her head and hands the glass back to me.
“I don’t want anything to get in the way of us. I want to remember every single moment of this time with you.”
Well, I can’t argue with that.
I eagerly set my glass next to hers and bring her closer to me. Vada inhales sharply, followed by a low groan as my stiff erection brushes against her inner thigh. Damn, I don’t know how long I’ll last if she keeps doing that shit.
I tuck her underneath me, and Vada unclasps her bra, and my eyes zero in on her chest. I lick my lips hungrily and dive right in. She moans low, her hips bucking upward against mine as I kiss, lick and suck every inch of Vada’s beautiful flesh.
“I have a vibrator in my bedside table, just in that drawer. Will you get it?”
I can’t bring myself to leave her breasts again, but I am intrigued by the toys she has hidden away and the fun things we could do with them. I lean over the nightstand, pulling the small drawer open to reveal a pink satin pouch. Reaching my hand inside, a petite pink silicone massager falls into my lap, and my dick throbs hard.
I turn to Vada, not breaking eye contact to hold her gaze as I turn it on. I want to see her blush. I push the power button with one flick of my thumb, and it vibrates to life. She shutters a sigh, and I’m so intrigued by this little gadget.
I wonder how many times she used this when I was just around the corner from her?
Did she think about me?
“Did you ever get off to the thought of you and me together while you used this on yourself? Did you ever think about calling me in here and asking me to watch while you played with this gorgeous pussy?”
My movements are slow but cagey. Vada lets her thighs slowly open, making room for me, and I slide in between her parted legs, my free hand making quick work of removing the blue lace that I’ve fantasized over. She assists me in doing a little shimmy, and they slide off with little to no effort. Putting the toy down, it buzzes happily next to us on the bed, and I take her blue lace panties to get a better look.
Making sure Vada’s watching, I hold the material up to my nose and take in a deep inhale. I love the way Vada smells so sweet and delicious.
I can’t wait to taste her. It’s been a while since I had the pleasure, and I’m not going to waste it. I take her panties, setting them aside for later, and pick the massager back up.
The candles gleam against her face, casting shadows against the walls. Nearing her bundle of nerves, I slip a finger in between her lips and find that she’s wet and ready for me. Slowing my breaths to a manageable pace, I press the head of the massager to her already engorged clit. Vada cries out, her hips buck, and her body thrashes against the mattress, and I’m so enthralled. I never saw her come this hard, and I need to see more. While the toy still buzzes against her swollen bud, I slide two fingers inside of her slick entrance, feeling her walls still pulsating from her intense rapture.
“How many times can I make you come, Vada?” I ask, my voice low and husky.
I need to be inside of her al
ready, but I won’t pressure her.
She whimpers and eagerly pushes her hips against my fingers as I feel another mind-blowing frenzy begin to build up again. Vada groans, releasing another cry of pleasure as her body is once again wracked with satisfaction. With shaking limbs, Vada pulls me by the hand, and I gently nestle my hips in between her quaking thighs as she wraps them around my waist.
“You still have your pants on,” she informs me, with a lazy smile, her eyes drunk with passion and satisfaction.
I chuckle, pulling them off quickly and kicking them to the floor, where they make a soft clatter against the dark wood. The scent of vanilla, golden gardenia, and jasmine fill the air, the candles releasing an intimate feeling that only charges our behavior further. My cock is rock hard and presses just at the entrance of her soaking wet pussy. I stare into Vada’s hooded eyes and gently cradle her cheeks in my hands. She closes her eyes and nestles her lips against my palm, planting a kiss there.
“I’m waiting,” she says softly, pushing her warm center against my dick.
I lower my lips to hers, and with one hand, I wrap my fingers around the shaft and place the head at her opening. Vada sucks in a deep breath, tightening her thighs around my waist as I slowly push inside of her.
Fuck. Vada’s tight, warm, and so wet. She lets out a low grunt of pain, which makes me stop dead in my tracks. I see Vada has her eyes squeezed shut, pain flashing across her face, and I feel like an asshole. We both knew her first time wouldn’t be easy, but I’ll be damned if she’s going to be in pain the entire time.
“Relax, Vada. I got you, baby.”
She blows out a breath between pursed lips and attempts to relax her tightening thighs around my hips. I reach over and grab the vibrator and position it over her clit, and watch with delight as Vada’s reaction quickly turns from pained to pure bliss. I feel her walls relax a little around my erection the more I press the device to her mound. I slowly move my hips, hoping the added pleasure from the massager will relieve the pressure from within.
Vada presses her head into the pillow, beginning to match my movements until we’re in sync together. I lean against the toy, keeping it in place with my core muscles as I languidly ride her from beneath me.
“Max.” Vada can barely say my name before she’s coming again, and this time, we come together.
I can’t hold back and bury my face into her neck, our bodies shaking and slick with sweat. We’re both breathless and completely sated. It’s been about an hour now, and it's safe to say that we went back for seconds. Even though I'd like to go back in for thirds, I have to restrain myself because it’s Vada that will be the one who will be hurting. She’ll already be sore from our activity tomorrow, and I don’t want to make it worse.
Her cheek is pressed against my bare chest as she fights to keep her eyes open, but the relaxing allure of sleep is coming quickly. I smile to myself, running my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp with my fingertips, and before I know it, she’s out like a light.
And so am I.
Vada
November 15
It’s been a few weeks since Max and I officially sealed the deal as a couple and had sex for the first time. I was terrified to take that next step with Max, but I kept that to myself, knowing that he would have wanted to wait even longer. I trusted him completely, and I know Max wouldn’t take me any further than I was willing to go. The initial thought of the pain was daunting. The game all changed when he put my vibrator between us, and holy shit! Now I can’t get enough, but Max has been a good sport about it.
I worked up enough guts to tell him about my little ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ fantasy, which turned him on right away. We’ve been experimenting with tying me to the headboard with soft, satin ties and frequent spankings with a wooden spoon. I was scared to tell Maxwell, but he took it in stride and loved getting to experiment, sexually, together.
He’s since moved into my bedroom, and I’ve woken him up in the middle of last week so we could have sex, and I convinced Monica I’ve become addicted.
“My God, woman! Let the man rest,” she says in a teasing tone, but I know it’s all in good fun.
We’re at the grocery store, shopping for Thanksgiving dinner since it’s already next week. This year has gone by so quickly; I can’t believe where the time has gone.
The last thing I expected when I rang in 2018 back in January was dating one Maxwell Vahn and having an actual active sex life with something other than my toy collection.
Max has been gone all morning at practice, so it gives me some time to catch up with Monica on what I’ve been up to and vice versa. She chats about the ham-guy from the Halloween party, Chad; even his car smells like ham. I make a face of disgust but burst into hysterical laughter.
“It’s not funny,” she says but is holding back her own loud, signature cackle that is all Monica.
We pass the frozen foods section, the walk-in coolers packed with ice - cream, frozen pizzas, vegetables, and my favorite, popsicles. I search for the box with only lime and strawberry, and when successful, I toss them into the cart that Monica and I are sharing. Monica gives the box of treats a once over before giving me an arch of her eyebrow.
“What?”
“Popsicles? You are a naughty girl, aren’t you? Are we practicing our BJ skills late into the night with these delicious, frozen delights?”
I can’t take her seriously.
“You’re an idiot,” I shoot back, laughing and nudge Monica gently in the ribs, and something or someone catches my attention.
Our eyes connect for a split second before her green eyes narrow into slits, becoming steely gray, sending an uneasy chill through my body. Her long fingers curl around the shopping cart’s shiny metal handle, looking more like bone-colored claws than hands.
Monica grabs my wrist, squeezing. She’s not scared of much, so when I feel the pressure growing around my hand and fingers, Of all places, I have to have a face to face showdown with the devil bitch, herself, right here in the middle of the fucking grocery store.
“Why does Bianca look so evil all of a sudden, Vada? It’s like she’s going to suck our souls from our bodies with only a straw,” Monica whispers at my side.
I take a deep breath and peel her fingers from my wrists. It’s like she can smell our fear and is getting off on it. I don’t know why she’s scaring me all of a sudden. I’ve never been scared of bimbo barbie before in my life. What is she going to do? Suffocate me with her plastic tits? At least mine are real.
The bitch thinks she looks intimidating with her pink blouse buttoned halfway down, booty shorts, and flip flops. It’s chilly this morning, about fifty-five degrees, though it will warm up later by the afternoon. If Bianca insists on catching her death, I won’t stop her. Some poor bastard had to work hard to afford that boob job, so you might as well show them off while you can.
“Let’s go the other way?” Monica says, trying to pull me away.
Bianca will not make me live in fear over her. She thinks she can intimidate me, believing that she’s had the upper hand since the first day we met, five years ago. It was the first night we met at the rink, and she was, of course, all over Maxwell.
I met him not long before and had already made my mind up about him. Sure, I thought he was incredibly handsome, but he was already in my book, “the douchebag on ice.”
When Jack introduced me to Bianca, she held this predatory look in her eyes, as if she would slit my throat without a second thought if I decided to come closer. Meanwhile, it looked as if Maxwell was envisioning a Girls Gone Wild video in his head; Bianca and I are scissoring right there in the lobby where a meet and greet was taking place. He and Bianca seemed made for each other, both trashy and too shameless for my taste.
I shake the memory from my mind and focus on the blonde pain in my ass, standing ten feet from me.
“What is she going to do? Spank us? The bitch doesn't own this grocery store, and she sure as hell doesn't own u
s. Let’s go,” I say and head in the direction of the demon bitch who still has a lot of explaining to do.
It wouldn’t be so awkward walking past her if my stupid shopping cart wasn’t the loudest one in the store. The wheels squeak and shriek at a high volume, and Monica hangs her head as we pass Bianca when she reaches her hand out to stop me. She presses a cheap acrylic fingernail on my shoulder and smiles so fake; it gives her fake boobs a run for their money.
“Hi, Vada. It’s so nice to see you here. I haven’t seen you since the last time Maxwell had invited me over.”
I grit my teeth so hard; they’ll all be smashed to bits if I don’t relax. I inhale deeply and tuck a stray hair behind my ear.
“If memory serves, Bianca. The last time we saw one another was at the Halloween party,” I smirk. “You know, the one where I kissed my amazing boyfriend?”
Bianca curls her fists at her sides, and I try my best not to look intimidated. Today might be a good day for a good old fashion catfight in the grocery store. I hope we’re near the aisle of medical supplies. We just might need them when we’re finished.
“I hope you didn’t mind that I cleared off some room for you in that dusty little china cabinet in your dinky ass kitchen. Those plates weren’t that cute anyway.”
“Let’s go, Vada,” Monica says, not making any eye contact with Bianca as she snakes her arm around my waist.
I’m not a violent person in the slightest. I’d never thrown the first punch. I’ve never even thrown a blow in my life, but right now seems like as good a time as any to knock that bitch’s light out.
“Not so fast, Vada. You listen to me, and you listen well. Max is mine and has been from day one. He loves me and wants to marry me. Once he realizes that, your fat ass is history. You need to call it quits with him, Vada, because we know I’ll get what I want in the end.”
I try my best not to cry, which is a lot easier than one would think. The anger is taking hold and not letting go, as memories of my sweet grandmother’s china, all broken and smashed into bits, flash through my memory.
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