Simply The Best

by Denyse M. Bridger

  She pushed him away and stepped back, her chest heaving. It was insane. The whole situation was god-damn crazy. Just like the wild things Max's presence was doing to her heart. He was right, she was wet with excitement. The thought of Max naked and lusting for her was so thrilling that she was willing to toss her resolve about not seeing him again. She nodded, her smile sliding into place.

  "You want to fuck me again, sweetheart,” she repeated. “Then sit down and I'll be right back."

  Intrigued, Max did as she asked and watched her vanish into the bedroom.

  She came out about fifteen minutes later and when he got a good look at her, his cock reacted instantly.

  "Let's see what you've got, honey,” he drawled softly, totally focused on the sexy creature in front of him. She was dazzling in a streetwalking whore kind of way, decked out in a mini skirt that barely concealed the luscious curves of her body, and a midriff baring tank top that was covering a skimpy push-up bra. She wore high heels, flaming red in color, to accentuate the black fishnet stockings. So far, he was entranced by a vision of scarlet and black. Her thick, sandy hair, almost waist length and flowing in silken waves, was caught in a loose ponytail. At the moment, she was standing before him, legs apart, and her hands were doing a sensuous glide over her hips and upward.

  "I think you know what I've got, sweetheart,” she murmured, smiling with pleasure. She reached the satiny tank top and enjoyed the ripple of the smooth material as she continued upward until she had her breasts cupped in her palms. The sensation of his eyes locked on her, and the audible rasp in his breath, became secondary to the illicit thrill of her own actions. She squeezed gently, pressing the firm mounds together as she arched her back and hissed in response to the touch. She moved her hands slowly, stroking over and over as her fingers brushed and molded the sensitive swells of her flesh. Her nipples were hard, straining against the lacy film of her bra, and she tugged on them until a quick glance down showed her they were pebbled and thrusting visibly.

  She shivered and one hand fondled and squeezed each breast in turn as her other hand drifted downward again. She swayed casually and bent forward to give him an enticing view of dangling tits as she started to tug the skirt upward. She straightened, and smiled at his rapt attention. His hand moved to the bulging front of his pants matching her action as she rubbed the strip of crimson lace that was her panties. Her long fingers dipped between her thighs, and the wetness there made her laugh softly.

  "You were right, Max,” she said with a smile. “Wet."

  "How wet?"

  "Dripping for you, baby,” she answered. “Let's see what your cock thinks."

  "My cock thinks you're too fucking beautiful to be believed, honey.” To illustrate his point, he opened his jeans and tugged them down, freeing his erection. He stroked the hard length several times, smiling at her. “And my dick wants your tight little pussy ... bad."

  Laughing, she drew her hand up again, pressing firmly against her clit, then delving inside the lace strip of her panties until she was thrusting her hips in a steady rhythm. “Talk to me, Max."

  "Finger yourself, baby,” he said. “Imagine it's my tongue, licking up all that sweet cream you're makin'."

  She closed her eyes and slid her middle finger into her pulsing heat, quickly picking up the slick moisture of her arousal and pulling out to find the hypersensitive bud between her swollen folds.

  "That's it, Kaylee,” Max's voice encouraged. “Rub your clit until you can't take it anymore."

  She began to flick rapidly at it, and the tension started to build into almost unbearable pleasure. Her panting breaths became a low scream a moment later when a blistering climax shuddered through her. Her legs threatened to buckle, and she let herself fall onto the soft carpet, her knees cushioned by the thick pile.

  Kaylee opened her eyes and looked at him. Staring at her, his dazzling dark eyes blazed with fire. Spreading her thighs, Kaylee tugged off the shoes and tossed them aside. She pulled the tank top over her head and dropped it into a gleaming heap. Unbuttoning her skirt, she wriggled it over her hips and down the length of her legs then discarded it. She shivered slightly as the cool air touched her bare skin. Bringing her hands back to her breasts, Kaylee stroked them with soft caresses, pushing down the lacy cups to reveal her dark, engorged nipples. She tugged at them, brought them to harder peaks before putting her fingers in her mouth and moistening them so she could trace wet circles around the rigid points. She repeated the caresses until her nipples glistened with her own saliva, then she started to pull gently on them, moaning softly.

  "How long are you going to play?"

  She went on with her stroking, moving from her breasts to her clit, then back again.

  "Why?” she whispered hoarsely. “Do you want to play, too, darling?"

  He nodded. “What would you like me to do?"

  "Well,” she sat on the coffee table and leaned back, her legs spread wide. “After you suck on my tits for awhile, how about putting your tongue right about here,” she suggested, her fingers rubbing the strip of lace between her legs.

  He grinned and rose. He had his clothes completely off in seconds, then he dropped quickly to his knees in front of her. She sat up straighter and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. He immediately took her breasts in his hands and began to suckle first one ripe nipple, then the other, as she sighed softly. Spears of exquisite pleasure darted along her nerve-endings, and she felt the betraying tightness begin in the pit of her stomach as he tugged carefully on the tip of one breast, then began to lave the entire dark nipple with his tongue, lavishing attention on both aching nipples in turn. When he finally drew back, she was shaking, and he drew her legs together long enough to pull the lacy panties down to her ankles and off, then he spread her thighs wide again.

  She looked down as he sat in front of her and leaned close, the tip of his tongue barely touching her as she thrust her hips forward. Her breaths were shallow and quick as she watched him move closer the second time and the stroke of his tongue, moving from her clit to the weeping channel between her legs, made her moan loudly. She caught a handful of thick, dark hair in her fingers and pressed him closer as he started to lick in earnest, his tongue burrowing into her, then gliding over the quivering folds of her flesh. When he started sucking on her clit, she thought she'd faint, and in seconds, her body spasming against him, the sudden, intense climax making her cry out. Her free hand was working the nipple of one breast, and she pinched the trapped tip between her fingers and triggered a second wave of euphoria.

  He lifted her off the table as he sat back then lowered her onto his throbbing cock. She moaned weakly as he held her hips and started to rock her into a rhythm that was rough and desperate. She recovered enough to put her arms around his neck, then she changed her mind and pulled out of his embrace. Annoyance sparked in his mood for a moment, then vanished when she smiled.

  "Lie on your back."

  He stretched out and bit his bottom lip when she took him deep into her again as she settled over his hips. She guided his hands to her breasts and he started squeezing and stroking as she rose and fell over him, her internal muscles rippling over the pulsing length of his dick buried deep in her. After minutes that felt eternal, she slowed her movement, then stopped. He looked at her, waiting. She rose, watching as he slid free of her body, his cock wet with her moisture. When she settled on her back and drew her legs up, arms holding them to her sides, he laughed and nodded.

  "Fuck me, Max."

  His entrance was sudden and hard as he pounded into her with brutal force, giving her the ride she wanted. He held her head between his hands and they stared at each other as his body moved in an intense, furious rhythm. Her legs wrapped around his waist, the fishnet stockings adding another layer of sensation to their writhing bodies, until her spine arched upward as they finally found release in almost the same instant.

  When they could breathe again, Max kissed the top of her head where she was curle
d into his side.

  "Kaylee?"

  "Mmmm?"

  "Do you think we could move this into the bedroom?"

  She burst into laughter and sat up, staring down into his sparkling brown eyes.

  "God! What a romantic."

  "To hell with romantic, honey. I like getting laid on the floor just as much as the next guy, but I don't want to sleep here!"

  Shaking her head, she stood and reached for his hand. He rose in a motion so graceful she was reminded again of precisely how dangerous he was. They had a lot to talk about if they were going to try and turn an affair into a relationship that might last.

  "You look awfully serious,” Max observed a short while later. They'd showered and were now tucked in the huge bed that dominated the master bedroom area of the beach house.

  "We have to talk, Max."

  "Tomorrow, Kaylee.” He spoke the words softly, making it a request. She nodded after several moments of consideration, and he smiled. “By the way, are you gonna let me read your book?"

  "My book?” She laughed. “Why read it? You're the star of it."

  "How good am I in this book of yours?” he asked with a grin.

  "Not nearly as good as you are in real life."

  "I'd still like to see it."

  "Fine,” she murmured. “But not until I do some rewrites."

  "Rewrites?"

  "Yeah.” She nodded, then laughed. “I'll be doing them tomorrow, after I complete some new research tonight."

  "I'm all yours, baby!"

  "My thoughts exactly,” she murmured, her hand gliding across the smooth contours of his chest and downward...

  * * * *

  Somewhere near dawn, Max woke her, whispering softly in her ear, wildly erotic suggestions as to how they could spend the day. She rolled onto her back and stared up at him.

  "You're insatiable, Max Richmonte,” she murmured quietly.

  "You're not being fair, baby,” he replied with a grin. “It's been at least four hours."

  "Four hours, Max! The way you're behaving you'd think it had been forever."

  "It's you, Kaylee,” he told her, expression solemn with false seriousness. “You make me so hard and horny I can't get enough of you.” He grabbed her hand and drew it down to his erection, shivering almost imperceptibly when her fingers curled around his rigid length and she started to pull in gentle strokes of motion. “Jesus, baby! Everything you do feels so fucking good."

  "What would you like me to do, Max?"

  He could hear the smile in her voice and he grinned up at her when she threw aside the bedclothes and climbed across his thighs. His cock was still held reverently in her hands, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head so lightly he could barely feel the touch.

  "Anything you want to,” he replied.

  "Tell me,” she coaxed, now thoroughly caught in the game they'd fallen into. He knew she loved to hear him say things to her that made her blush, but turned her on so much her embarrassment died in the face of her excitement. “Do you want me to stick your beautiful hard dick into my pussy? Maybe you'd rather have me to suck you until you come in my throat? Or would you rather fuck my tits?"

  She bent forward and nestled his cock between her full breasts, squeezing until he was sheathed between her warm mounds, her nipples puckering against his skin. She licked at the tiny bead that had formed on his dick, and his hips rose slightly, pushing the head of his cock closer to her mouth.

  "You haven't answered me, Max,” she pointed out after he'd thrust several times, and each time she'd managed to get her tongue on his weeping head.

  Max pulled her upward until she was lying on top of him, her legs on other side of his hips. She drew herself up from his chest without actually sitting, and Max's hands closed over her breasts, caressing and squeezing. Kaylee moved higher and kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth with hungry need. When she eased back, she got a firm hold on the headboard and let her breasts dangle in front of his face. Max eagerly grasped the silken bounty being offered and quickly covered one of her nipples, his teeth gentle as he suckled and licked. Her back arched and he held her tits so that he could move from one rosy peak to the other, over and over, sucking and biting softly, then licking until her nipples glistened.

  "Max..."

  It was a low moan of near pain, and he released her, allowing her to sit up. She stared down at him, and Max's heart hammered in his chest when he saw the dazed desire in her eyes. She was gasping for breath, and her skin was flushed with passion. Sandy hair spilled over her shoulders, and the smolder in her smoky grey eyes lit an answering fire in his groin. Max took her hands and kissed her palms then placed them over her heaving breasts.

  "I love watching you play with your tits, Kaylee,” he told her.

  She was caressing the undersides of her breasts, her thumbs flicking over her wet nipples, and her eyes never lost their lock with his lusting gaze.

  "What else do you love, Max?” She was rolling the points of her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, creating a sensation that was part pain and part pleasure.

  Max smiled. “I love you, baby.” She shivered at his words. “I love the way you look when I'm inside you, the way you sound when I'm fucking you. I love the way you smell, and the way you whisper my name like a prayer. I love the taste of your lips, and the softness of your skin. I love the taste of your tits, and your pussy when you're turned on.” She closed her eyes on a gasp, and he shook her just enough to make her open them again. “And,” he waited until he had her rapt attention again, “I really love the way your tight, wet pussy feels around my dick.” As he said it, he guided his cock to her slick opening then pulled her down over him, groaning at the incredible feel of her muscles clenching, taking him deeper into her. Her spine curled and she started moving, rising and falling over him, her body clutching so tight around him that he shuddered. “Come on, baby, ride me harder than that,” he directed, his hips pushing up as she drove down with renewed urgency. Max took her hands in his and their fingers entwined, holding on as they moved together.

  Kaylee's eyes were closed and her expression was soft with pleasure. Max loved the way she looked at that moment, lost in abandonment, her lush tits bouncing with every shared motion of their lusting bodies, her pussy pulling on his cock like no woman he'd ever known before. Her movement was getting frantic now and he knew she was hovering on the edge of an intense climax. As his own release burned hotter, Max grasped her hips and held her tight as he thrust upward, buried completely inside her when the first rush of his orgasm burst from him. Her head fell back and her lips parted on a low, moaning scream as her entire body rippled and shook with the force of her own climax.

  He held her firmly to prevent her falling over, and dragged air into his lungs as her inner walls continued to pulsate around his spent cock. It took a long time before either of them could breathe without gasping, and Kaylee stared down at him when she was finally able to think past the tremors of bliss that were still radiating from both their bodies.

  "If we keep doing this, Max,” she whispered. “I'm not going to be able to stand up, let alone walk."

  "So stay where you are, baby,” he suggested softly, and laughed at the roll of her eyes. “My cock feels right at home in your pussy."

  Scarlet stained her face and she shook her head. “Christ, Max!"

  He pulled her down into a slow, wet, sensuous kiss, his hands already smoothing the supple length of her back, then curving over her ass before moving to rub her breasts.

  "Enough,” she pleaded after his mouth left hers. “I'm taking a shower, then we really do need to talk.” When it looked like he'd start persuading her to forget her current plan, she climbed off him, biting back a moan when their bodies separated.

  "Stay, Max!” She shrieked when he started to leave the bed with her. His laughter chased her into the bathroom, and minutes later the sound of running water told him she was in the shower.

  * * * *

  "I
have a meeting this afternoon, Max,” she told him a short while later, after he'd had his turn in the shower and had returned to the bedroom.

  "That still gives us the rest of the morning,” he leered.

  Kaylee shook her head in wonder. “I'm going to the kitchen now,” she informed him, laughter in her voice. “If you'd like breakfast, feel free to join me."

  He watched her leave, then went to locate his clothes in the living room. When he'd hauled on his pants, he joined her in the kitchen. She was sitting at the table, staring out over the stone patio, bathed in morning sunlight. She took his breath away she was so radiantly beautiful. She wore a pale silvery grey, off the shoulder t-shirt, and a lightweight black cotton skirt that seemed to contain yards upon yards of material. She was barefoot, and wore no makeup.

  "I made coffee,” she told him when she glanced over at him. “Do you want something to eat?"

  He resisted the words that sprang to his lips and shook his head instead, going for the coffeepot. He poured a mug and joined her at the small table.

  "Have I told you this morning how beautiful you are, Kaylee?"

  "Every time you look at me, Max,” she replied with a smile.

  His eyes did a quick, appreciative perusal of her, and he was filled with more happiness than he'd ever felt. Happiness, and undeniable desire, even now. Between his thighs, his cock stirred with roused passion.

  "Kaylee?"

  She heard the rasp of longing, and it thrilled and stunned her in equal measure. She would never in a thousand years have believed she could inspire so much lust in this particular man. She shivered at the rich, husky timbre of his voice, and her nipples hardened instantly, pebbled points suddenly pressing painfully against the silky fabric of her t-shirt.

  "Yes, Max?"

  "Tell me you love me."

  She smiled, her heart so full she thought she'd cry. “I love you, Max."