by Vivian Arend
Chapter Nine
Ryan peeled off his T-shirt and turned on the taps. He pivoted to help Maxine and found she had already stripped off her slacks and was in the middle of wiggling out of her excuse for a pair of undies. A goddess, naked in his bathroom. She hesitated for a moment before approaching and tugging at the button of his jeans. He fought the urge to take her right then and there, and instead enjoyed the sight. Enjoyed how her flush of embarrassment blended with the rising color of arousal. She slipped his button and zipper open, releasing his cock from the tight confines of his jeans. Commando, he spilled into her eager fingers, his erection growing stronger with the soft tease of her exploration.
He’d had women who were wild cats in the bedroom and ones who were shy, but he’d never had one like Maxine who was such a balanced combination of the two. It was as if she didn’t understand how enticing she was, how erotic her movements were. The way she flicked glances over his body as he reacted to her touch made him hot. The way she nibbled on her lower lip had him thinking up all kinds of things to do the tender curve, and where specifically he’d like to have her place her pouting mouth.
Except he was going to have to go much slower than the fire raging through his veins demanded. He kicked off his jeans then brought her into the shower stall with him, rotating her under the spray, admiring the way the water droplets clung to her full curves. From the sounds of it, her ex had a fucking issue or two, and he’d managed to teach Maxine to dread what should be enjoyable experiences, in and out of the bedroom. Tonight Ryan would practice the fine art of seduction. He was thankful her natural passions seemed to still be intact.
Her curiosity as well. He sucked in a breath and controlled the urge to thrust into her hands as she returned to her exploration of his cock, touching him as thoroughly as if she was using Braille. He dropped a hand over hers and wrapped her fingers around him. He helped her to stroke his shaft the way he liked it, increasing the pressure and the tempo.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” She watched him anxiously, one breast pressed into him as they shared the spray of the showerhead. Her gaze never moved from their joined hands. He hummed inside from the feel of her fingers on him and had to work hard to speak.
“Feels great. Wonderful. Fucking amazing.”
“It looks…”
Ryan slowed their strokes, fighting the urge to come. He wanted to be inside her more than he could bear. “Looks what?”
Maxine laughed. “It looks painful.”
He grabbed the soap and washed her torso, enjoying the smooth swells of her body under his hands. “Haven’t you watched a guy jerk off before? Or helped?”
She fell silent. “You want to know my full sexual history before we go any further?”
Ah fuck. “Sweetheart, you are all I want, not the guys you’ve been with before. I’m just curious because there is no way I’d resist if you wanted to touch me.” He let his hands slip lower on her body, bringing the soap briefly between her thighs. “There’s no way I can resist touching you.”
“Oh my.”
He slipped a finger between her curls and flicked her clit.
“Oh, do that again.”
He laughed and pressed her back to the wall, nudging her knees apart before grasping her chin. “Watch my fingers. Don’t turn away,” he ordered. Slowly she lowered her gaze and once he was sure she was watching, he separated her russet curls with one hand. Taking his other hand, he skimmed his fingers around her labia, circling the nub of her clit at the apex each time. He dropped to his knees to gain a better view as the sweet heat of her body drew him like a magnet, and he pressed a finger into her core.
Fascination and hunger were both visible when he glanced at her face. He slid his finger in and out. Her passage clung to him and his head spun as he thought about burying himself in her tightness. His thumb on her clit, he increased the depth of his possession. When she rewarded him with a full-body shiver, Ryan slowed enough to add another finger.
“Oh damn, that feels good.” Maxine opened her legs wider, inviting him in, giving him better access to her succulent core.
“It’s going to feel even better.” He thrust his fingers in and covered her clit with his mouth.
“Ryan!”
He held her in place, licking and sucking in spite of her protests until she stopped trying to squirm away and instead relaxed again. The sweet scent of her cream filled his nostrils as he settled between her thighs to tease the hard nub of her clit. Slow circles around the sensitive point with his tongue countered with smooth strokes of his fingers had Maxine quivering in moments.
He set an even pace, enjoying the small noises escaping her lips. The groans and throaty cries urged him on and he increased the speed of his tongue. Liquid trickled from her, and he lapped it eagerly, enthralled by her taste, her reaction to his touch. Her sheath tightened around his fingers, clasping him in a way that had his heart pounding as he imagined her squeezing the daylights out of his cock.
Maxine dropped a hand on his head, her fingers shaking as they tangled in his hair. The water poured around them, steam filling the shower enclosure. A stream of water trailed past his lips as he increased the pressure on the sensitive skin of her clit until she cried out in delight. She rocked on her feet, holding on to him for support as she shook with her climax. Rewarding her with more stimulation Ryan refused to leave her, instead removing his fingers from her pussy and replacing them with his tongue. He delved deep into her passage, flicking and licking, his nose buried in the curls of her mons. Her body responded, flowering open more, releasing the scent of desire around them.
“So good. That feels so good.” The whispered words floated down to his ears like praise from heaven and he smiled as he continued to worship her. She didn’t protest his touch anymore. In fact, her hips rocked toward him when he sat back to see if she still watched. Her pale green eyes were slightly out of focus, passion-glazed. Her face flushed with color and she breathed in ragged gasps. He leaned closer and deliberately licked the entire length of her slit. Maxine’s gaze wavered for a second before she managed to smile down at him.
He licked her clit softly, then planted a kiss on the tender junction between her leg and torso. Ryan stood, cupping her ass cheeks in his hands as he pulled her close. That had been a good start on satisfying her body’s desires, yet left her in anticipation for the next round. She was responsive and sensual, and he wanted inside her badly. Their skin-on-skin caress lifted his need for her another notch, and he’d already been on overdrive before they’d begun.
She dropped her head on his shoulder. “That was amazing.” She leaned closer, causing her breasts to brush his chest. She stiffened slightly as if embarrassed and Ryan eased away. The vixen was feeling shy again.
He laughed quietly to relax her. “Don’t thank me yet, we’re nowhere near done. I’m getting out. There’s robe on the back of the door. I’ll wait for you in the bedroom when you’re ready.”
Something told him she needed a little space before taking the next step, and that’s what she’d get. A little space, like five minutes maximum, before he exploded. He kissed her nose and left her in the shower.
Maxine stood alone in the shower and tried to let the heat of the water wash away her fears. Ryan had already touched her more intimately than Jamie ever had before she’d bathed and scrubbed. Her skin tingled with desire for more, more of his mouth on her skin. Everywhere. Ryan could teach her a few things in the bedroom, and she knew she needed the lessons. Sex was supposed to be a pleasurable first choice, not a second-class alternative to climaxing by her own hand.
She wrapped herself in a giant towel and stared at her reflection in the foggy mirror. He’d had no issue with touching her. Oh Lord, she’d loved his touch, loved touching him. Maybe it was time for a few other changes in the bedroom. Time to move forward and thoroughly enjoy her sexuality. She brushed the final moisture from her skin and paused in the process of reaching for the robe. Her modesty was unnecessary—he’d alr
eady seen her nude. She could walk right in and crawl into bed with him. The thought made her dizzy for a second and she beat down the urge to hide.
She squared her shoulders. Ryan was gorgeous, generous and he’d made it clear he wanted her. Why couldn’t she just accept that and enjoy the experience? Taking a big breath to steady her nerves, she opened the door, ready to slide under the covers and hide in his arms.
There were no covers left on the bed. The quilt and top sheet were removed, leaving only the smooth cotton of the mattress cover. Even the pillows were gone.
“Ryan?” She wandered in a little farther, covering her breasts with her hands. Suddenly the melodious tones of soft rock filled the room and she glanced around in confusion for the speakers. A couple of candles sat on the dresser and she lit them before sitting on the bed to wait. She crossed and uncrossed her legs and arms, wishing for something to hide herself. The bedroom door opened and she slid back toward the wall, tense until Ryan stepped though carrying an odd assortment of items with him. He glanced up and froze, the pupils of his eyes dilating until there was almost nothing left but the black centers.
“Oh God, you’re beautiful.”
She felt the blush race over her face and down her torso. She couldn’t think of what to do with her hands. Her feet. She hugged her legs and forced herself to stop biting her lower lip.
“Thank you. What’s that?”
He sat next to her on the bed and dropped a kiss on her hot cheek. “You weren’t in the shower as long as I thought you’d be. Give me a minute.”
He lowered his burden and organized the objects. A small electric heater he placed on a table beside the bed, arranging it until a waft of warm air floated over her still damp skin. The bottle of wine he popped open and poured out two glasses, offering her one. She sipped at the dark red liquid, amazed at his total lack of modesty as he wandered the room, his erection bobbing as he moved. He returned to the bed and caught her staring at him. She dropped her gaze to the floor, her face flushed hot with embarrassment.
Ryan laughed. “You’ve seen my cock before. You’ve touched me. You can look if you like.” He lifted her chin. “I like it when you watch me.”
Max took another sip of her wine, scrambling for words. He made her melt with the expression in his eyes, the glide of his hand on her shoulder. “I like looking at you too, Ryan, but… aren’t you going to close the curtains?”
He shook his head, his gaze following his fingers as they trailed along the swell of her breast. “No need. We’re high enough no one can see in.” He dropped a kiss on her nape and she shuddered.
“But it’ll be darker if you close them.” The words popped out before she could stop them.
Ryan leaned away from her, one brow expressively high. “You want to make love in the dark?” He shook his head and took her glass from her. “Oh no, I’m not missing a single minute of watching you. Of watching your skin flush with desire, your breasts tighten with need. Touch and taste and sight are all wrapped together, and I want the whole meal, not just parts.”
He pushed her gently to her stomach. “There’s another sense involved with lovemaking as well. Smell.” Max lifted her head to see him take a small bottle from the bedside table. He smiled at her. “Relax. I’m going to give you a massage.”
Lowering her head to her arms she waited, nervous to think he was staring at her butt. Part of her couldn’t believe she was lying there, naked on his bed. Part of her couldn’t understand why they weren’t to the full-body-contact point yet.
“Ryan, aren’t we going to have sex?”
His fingers slicked over her back and shoulders, the warmed air from the heater carrying the scent of almonds to her nostrils. “We are having sex.”
“Never had sex like this…” she mumbled, and he laughed out loud.
“Good. While I love a good hard fuck as much as the next guy, I thought our first time together should be special. What do you think? Are you okay so far?”
He dug his thumbs into the tight muscles of her neck and she groaned loudly without thinking. “Sorry. Too noisy, but that felt really good. It’s more than okay. It’s just this isn’t like the sex I’ve had before.”
Ryan continued to massage her, silent for a moment, and she wondered if she’d said too much. Guys didn’t like to be compared as lovers, did they?
When he finally spoke the steely tones were there under his gentleness, the firm decisive man who she found extremely attractive rising to the forefront. “Maxine, we’re going to make love, as in physically coming together, very soon.” He ran a hand over her butt, his fingertips slipping lightly between the cheeks and she sucked in a quick breath. “But it’s all making love. The kisses, the touches. All our senses involved at the same time, including hearing. I love hearing you groan. Hearing you cry out as you climaxed in the shower added to my enjoyment.”
His hands slid down her legs, separating them slightly on every stroke until he nudged the warm wetness of her pussy. He leaned over her, his hard cock pressing against her leg, and when he kissed the lower swell of her back just above her butt she gave a small cry of surprise. The need to have him inside grew heavy in her core, liquid trickling from her opening. She wiggled her hips and he ran his tongue down one cheek, holding her in place. He slipped his fingers between her legs and found her clit, rubbing in smooth slow circles until she thought she would explode.
When he rolled her she went with no protest. He didn’t immediately move to enter her and she complained bitterly, only to find his tongue ready to silence her. His body pinned her to the bed, his full length weighing her down and heating her up. They kissed, slowly and thoroughly, and she tried to concentrate on all the different sensations pouring over her. His taste, the smooth slick of his tongue against her teeth, the glide of his hand between their bodies as he cupped a breast, rubbing his thumb back and forth until the peak ached with need. The smell of almonds grew stronger, as well as the scent of passion, their bodies and their breath warming the air. Ryan rocked his hips, dragging his turgid cock against her body, groaning with need.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked and she opened her legs eagerly, spreading her knees wide to encourage him to fill her aching core. She’d never been this ready to be taken.
When he drew away she cried in protest. “Don’t stop.”
“Condom,” he grumbled.
She yanked him back against her. “Just do it. Oh please, I need you.”
He shook his head, swore softly and grabbed a condom from his bedside table. He was covered and hovering above her in a second. “I swear you’d try the patience of a saint.”
Maxine clutched his shoulders, desperate to have him back skin to skin, stoking her fires higher. He stared into her eyes, adjusted his hips and nudged her body with his erection. She reached down to help guide him, all the while watching in fascination. As he slowly possessed her, the myriad of changing expressions on his face tore her apart. The careful consideration, the tightly leashed passion. He rocked into her a bit at a time, the hard head of his cock fighting to open her passage. It had been a while since she’d had sex, and she’d never been with anyone of his girth. Every motion let him slip a little farther into her sheath, every press ricocheted small bolts of lightning through her, making her gasp in need. She’d never felt so full in her life, so completely consumed by a lover as his gaze continued to mesmerize.
Finally he was all the way in, seated deep, complete satisfaction all over his face.
“Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined,” Ryan confessed, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. He gave a few slow pumps with his hips, groaning with pleasure. She closed her eyes and tried to remain as still as possible, tried not to shift and lose the amazing sensation of his cock brushing against her sensitive flesh. Suddenly he reseated himself and froze in place, his body suspended over hers.
Max opened her eyes to see him watching her closely. “What are you waiting for?” She squirmed under him and received a small ro
ll from side to side. Even that little bit of encouragement sent shockwaves through her. “Oh, that’s nice.”
“Nice? Sweetheart, you know the way to burn a man’s ego. Sex isn’t supposed to be nice. It’s supposed to be earth shattering. I need to work harder.” Ryan lowered his torso onto hers again to whisper in her ear. “But first I’ll tell you a secret. If you want great sex, you need to participate. Use your hands and touch me. Lift your legs and wrap them around my hips. Use your nails, hell, use your teeth if you feel like it.”
He turned his head quickly, catching her neck in his teeth and nipping at the tendon there. The thrill of it made the pressure inside her build higher and she called out in approval. She locked her fingers in his hair and dragged his lips back to hers and he rewarded her with long smooth strokes of his cock in and out of her passage.
“That’s it, you take what you need and I’ll give to you and we’ll both be very happy.”
Maxine relaxed under him. Letting go of her inhibitions took deliberate thought, but she tried to follow his lead. She allowed her hands to wander his body where they wished—caressing, stroking. When she brushed one of his nipples and it tightened under her fingers, she was fascinated, but sidetracked by her next discovery. Every time she touched him or made a noise or wiggled her hips, Ryan gave more back. It was like a treasure hunt and she’d figured out the secret key to unlock the hidden gold.
Passion. Delight. He slipped a hand between them and brushed her clit again and her orgasm started deep, his cock stroking her just right to encourage the waves to go on and on, rocking her body as she called out his name. The shudders of desire spread, her breath coming in short gasps, her mind spinning. Above her, he cheered her on with words of encouragement. Praise and kisses rained down on her lips and neck.
Ryan dropped his head on her shoulder and increased his tempo, thrusting hard enough the bed rocked, her body compressed against the mattress on each stroke. She remembered his earlier words and lifted her legs up, pulling her knees to the sides, digging her heels into his butt. His cock pressed farther in and she gasped, the rigid thickness seeming to grow and fill her even more. As he continued to take control, her desire built again, his body rubbing her clit and the relentless motion of his firm thrusts taking her back up toward another climax.