Both were breathless as he pulled back slightly, and as she inhaled deeply, he teased, “No hiccups tonight, OK?”
“Will try…” she giggled.
“Just relax…” Drew murmured, his hands caressing over her back and down her spine, tracing over the distinct outline of her vertebrae. He didn’t want to think about her illness that night. He wanted them both to have a respite from the world that was sometimes so difficult to navigate.
Once he felt her body slacken against him, he, too, felt the warmth of calm between them. “Good girl…”
“Like it when you call me that…” she said, her fingers playing into his hair and twisting those thick curls around her fingers.
“I know you do,” he said. “And I like it when you behave so well for me—just like you’re doing right now.”
“Dress…” she muttered, scrawling around again.
“Oh, I’m sorry. We need to get rid of this, don’t we?”
Beginning at her shoulder, his open mouth swept down her arm, pushing the sleeve toward her wrist and literally kissing the dress from her body. Crossing over her nipples with his lips, he moved from one arm to the other, stopping in between for a quick suckle.
Once her arms were free, he lifted the dress over her head and carelessly tossed it on the floor, breaking yet another one of his own ordinances. Then just as easily, he slipped her bra away so that she was left with nothing but her wet little panties.
“You seem to rather like breast play, little one,” he observed. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.
Now stripped down to merely a slip of lace over her most important parts, Maxine felt the burn of her flesh, ignited by his kisses. For seven days, he had worked her, spinning her into his cocoon, sheltering and protecting her for this very moment with the promise of so much more. In his arms, she felt safe—as though she'd finally come home at long last. Not a single doubt crossed her mind. That was exactly where she wanted—where she needed to be—right there with Drew.
“You know, little one…” Drew pressed one finger between her legs and rubbed slowly against the satiny fabric as he watched her all the while. She gasped and trembled as she waited. He loved seeing her so ravenous. “It’s been since Monday—well, very early Tuesday morning—that I had the chance to touch you…to explore your amazing body here…”
Had it really been that long, she wondered.
“I think you need a few more kisses…”
She wanted him to rip away that little wisp of white underwear and to feel his lips and tongue. However, Drew took his grand old time, peeling away those panties and sliding them carefully down over her thighs. At her knee, he stopped to kiss and bite and followed his way down to her ankle.
Once removed, he hooked his finger through the leg of her panties and spun them around on his finger. “Well, well, well…look what I have here…”
“I see London…I see France…I see Maxine’s underpants…” she giggled again.
His sensual chuckle rolled between them as he lunged forward for just a quick second to kiss her once more. “You have no idea how desperately I need to be inside you, little one…”
Slicing her legs wide open, she whispered hurriedly, “All yours…”
“Ah…but you're not ready quite yet…” He grabbed just one of the many pillows behind her, then lifted her legs to place her now bare bottom upon the downy tuft. “Comfortable?”
Her smile, so precious but so wickedly daring at the same time, revealed all. “Yes…very…thank you.”
“This will make it a little easier,” he said, tugging at the pillow to straighten it just a little, “when we’re ready here…”
“Oh…I think I’m ready…”
“Noooo…I need you wet, little one…”
“I am—wet.”
“Bet I can make you…even…wetter…”
“Hmm…”
“Yeah, hmm…” he said as he swirled his thumb right between her legs. “You're already horny from your punishment. I think you need to come…”
“Um…oh…Drew…” Clasping his hand, she held it while he continued on, stroking her up and down then flickering right over her clit to create figure eights around the throbbing core of her awakening sexuality.
“You can do it,” he encouraged as she rocked against him. “Come for me…and tell me when it’s happening.”
“Drew…” She squeezed his hand tighter and held it in place. “So good…”
“You are almost in subspace, aren’t you?” he asked, not expecting an answer. Although he teased relentlessly that she would be so difficult to train, he already knew she held so much potential. “You’re close, little one. Just a little more. Come on one.”
Fuckballs. She could feel her ass tightening as her thighs closed around his hand. So dizzy, Maxine wasn’t even sure if she was breathing. Losing your virginity wasn’t supposed to be fun—let alone pleasurable. She hadn’t anticipated such a reaction within herself.
“Three…two…” he counted “…one…”
“Coming…oh, I’m coming now…”
He had to sit back just a little to catch the sight of her—that beautiful face wrought with indulgence and gratification, the arch of her back as she clamored to get closer, those tiny breasts jutting forward and begging for his bite. He had to oblige her, just this once, and bent down for a quick nibble, which elicited a sudden cry of shock as her pleasure deepened.
“Who are you coming for?” he asked, his hand continuing with his manipulation of her body, her mind…her soul.
“I’m coming for you, Drew…just…for you…”
Slow and sweet and salacious, he reminded himself. The more he gave her now, the more delightful this whole experience would be for her later.
“Enough?”
Maxine’s fingers circled Drew’s wrist, clutching for dear life. “Please…again…”
Her begging was about to careen him into overdrive. Fuck, if he could only sneak off to the bathroom, have a minute with his cock and then return to her to ready himself again. As her dominant partner, however, he had to exude control. He had to look out for her best interests. And she needed just a little more…
“Now?” she asked again. Lou was right. She did like to push the limits.
He shook his head. “Patience! Once by hand…then by mouth,” he chuckled. “Ready for more kisses?”
“Oh, Drew…torture…”
“Of the most arousing kind.”
However, he didn’t kiss her, per se, and merely lapped his tongue against her. What drove her onward to yet a second round of bliss was the variation of his play—stroking, circling, brushing as he tickled and tempted her back toward oblivion once again with his mouth alone.
“Coming…again…for you, Drew…” she barely whispered, fingers tearing at his now tussled curls. How she wanted to rip at his hair the other night when he’d tied her up, and now he permitted her that need. Maxine, though, couldn’t deny that she thoroughly did enjoy bondage, and she allowed those images to return to her thoughts as she surged through another orgasm.
“Oh, fuck…you’re so gorgeous like this,” he murmured, his tongue passing over her very swollen clit. She was absolutely dripping, and that’s exactly how he wanted her. Hold yourself in check, Mack. You’re almost there…
Propping himself up on his elbows, he scooted up the length of her body. Framing her face with his hands, he asked, “Ready for more, little one?”
She almost couldn’t breathe to answer him. “Please...?”
Now he just had to make it out of the bed to undress.
Drew took his leisurely time as his fingers worked at the button on his jeans then impatiently jerked at the zipper. She'd tilted her head to watch him—to catch that first glimpse of him as he stripped away his clothes. She almost had to giggle over the thought that he'd already given so much to her, but that he hadn't yet fully undressed in her presence. The art of the tease and the maddening frenzy of delayed gratifica
tion were among his favorite games.
As he kicked his jeans into the heap of Maxine's clothes on the floor, Drew couldn't ignore her charm of innocence as he hooked his thumbs into his boxer briefs...nor could he close his eyes to the anticipatory lick of her lips in anticipation. The tiniest gasp caught in her throat as he pulled away the boxers. However, he turned away slightly, and his shirt continued to further mask what she so desperately wanted to see. Daringly, she endeavored to reach for one of the long tails, but he caught her hand.
Just to make her wait, he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “Oh, you want to see, do you, little one?” For sport, he took her lips again for a lingering kiss. “Give me a minute here. I'm still wearing my socks…”
Shit, not his socks, too, she whined internally. As he purposely turned around, he bent to attend to his feet. The damn shirt did ride up, much to her luck, and afforded her a partial view of his tight ass. Ben would be so jealous…and proud. He was such an ass-man.
“One…” he said and tossed his thick sock to her in bed. Maxine wanted to smack that bare bottom of his with it…but technically, that was Drew’s duty to do the spanking therein. “Trouble here…I think these damn things shrunk in the wash…fucking wool…it’s stuck on my foot! Shit…”
Suddenly, Maxine startled him when she erupted with a round of applause. “And the Tony Award goes to…!” Curling herself up, she was getting cold. She needed him back in that bed. “Julliard paid off well for you…”
Whipping his head around, he glared at her rather playfully over his shoulder. “Are you implying that I’m acting right now?”
She pounded her fists against the mattress and groaned. “Drew…please!”
With a toss of his hands in the air, he pivoted and said, “I’m still buttoned.”
Take. Your. Fucking. Clothes. Off. Now.
Maxine sat up, ready to conquer the small challenge herself. “I can help.” And he didn’t pull away as she reached for her first button—the bottom button.
Fingers fumbling, she struggled with his shirt, then parted the fabric, only to stop in her tracks. He also wasn't kidding when he told her to order the extra-large condoms.
With a slow nod, Drew whispered, “You can touch me there, little one...”
So very cautiously, Maxine caught him in her gentle hand, inquisitively stroking the long length of him. She couldn't fight the nervous laugh that tickled deep in her throat. So smooth…but so thick and powerful at the same time. However, her touch remained hesitant. She was almost afraid to tighten her grip, filled with worry that she just might hurt him.
While he took the task of unbuttoning the rest of his shirt upon himself, Drew pulled in a sharp breath while Maxine held him. As the Brooks Brothers Oxford fell to the floor, he luxuriated in the feel of her tiny fingers simulating against his taut skin. The sounds escaping his lips were inexplicable—throaty, almost animalistic groans—as he wrapped his hand around hers.
“Maxine, sweetheart...you have no idea how amazing that feels right now,” he muttered. “But we're going to be in dangerous territory in a minute here.”
Just as she opened her mouth to retort, he caught her lips again, kissing...kissing...and kissing until he was relatively certain that she was woozy. He eased her all the way back down to the mattress, where he settled her bottom on the pillow once again, elevating her toward him.
Gingerly, he crawled into bed beside her, taking a moment to feather his hands over her breasts, and then lunged over her tiny body to hover over her. Those haunting blue eyes that sometimes even frightened her had faded to tenderness as he touched the tip of his nose to hers.
Hands kneading her shoulders and upper arms, he coaxed her, “Just relax, little one. And remember…tell me if you need me to stop at any point. OK?”
“I…I will…”
Maxine watched as his expert hands tore open the condom packet and rolled it along the long length of himself, all the while wanting to touch him again.
“Such a good girl,” and his lips met hers again, nearly smothering her with emotion. She could feel his hands soothing all over—her breasts, her nipples, her tummy, her hips—and redirected her attention toward sensation and away from any fears that might have remained. “So exquisite…so stunning…so pure and pleasing to me…”
“Oh...!” Maxine cried out, her mouth gaping. He’d pushed against her with one steady yet gentle thrust, filling her only slightly before he held himself so painstakingly still inside her.
Drew’s hesitant smile softened after the initial shock waned in her open eyes to a needy curiosity for more. Bracing himself on one arm, he wrapped his free hand around her hip, guiding her gently into this salacious dance with just one more slow thrust of his hips.
“How are you, little one?” he kissed her again.
“Good…” Oh, how stupid do I sound right now, she berated herself. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Good…”
For far too long, Maxine’s carnal education had been limited to that of the great heroines in the classic novels she’d been forced to read in her required lit classes. From that standpoint, she expected tremendous pain and a slaughterhouse full of blood staining the sheets while he hammered her from above, seeking only his own gratification.
Again, her thoughts mischievously drifted back to Ben. He was the last person who should have been on her mind at that moment, but she couldn’t stop thinking about his teasing over whose duty it was to launder her dirty linens in the morning.
However, there was nothing horrible or drastic at all about this sexual milestone under the tutelage of Drew. He took his time, wary of even her slightest reactions, and eased away the fleeting seconds of mild discomfort with the steady roll of his hips. As he dared to inch deeper inside her with every excruciatingly slow plunge, he touched, tweaked and teased her with his ever-curious mouth all the while.
As Maxine carefully fell into his rhythm, she reveled in each new sensation. She relaxed, stretching out just a little on the pillows beneath her and tilting head back as Drew's lips tickled over her collarbone. Still tingling from the aftershocks of her previous orgasms, however, Maxine slipped readily into the slow build of desire once again.
“Nice, Maxine…doing so well…oh, you are perfect…” And indeed, she was. Her tightness muscling around him heightened his pleasure. However, that night, it was all about her gratification, rather than his own. “So good inside you…”
Combing her fingers through his hair, Maxine felt his hand slip between them, tickling her again as he continued to drive her further into oblivion. Over and over, he urged her forward—upward—with each meticulous push, every sweep of his lips over her fevered skin until he realized that the extra attention from his fingers was unnecessary.
All the while, he watched her so closely, almost reverently, as she met his own vigor with her own, opening her legs wider, then wrapping them around his waist to accept him wholly and completely.
“Just like that…” he encouraged her. “Yes, Maxine…just…like…that…”
If there had been any pain at all, Maxine thought it likely dissipated into those white hot tremors that rippled throughout her body. Closer and closer he carried her toward completion, and while she remained convinced that she’d never have an orgasm her first time, Drew strived to prove her so very wrong.
“Maxine...” he groaned, his whisper thundering against her ear. “You're going to come...and you're going to come with me...”
“Ohhh...”
“Right...” he gasped, nearly choking on his breath, “...now!”
Shaking and shuddering against him, Maxine let go, seeking satisfaction not in her delight, but in the frenzy of Drew's untamed catharsis. She opened her eyes to find him staring so intensely back at her as if he were searching for her soul in those final moments of splendor.
“Beautiful…so fucking…beautiful…oh, fuck me, little one…ohhh…”
She wanted nothing more than to preserve those
fleeting and final seconds forever, but she discovered their collective solace as they slowly stilled in the circle of each other’s arms.
As their breaths slowly became one, Drew slowly moved away, only to sit and pull Maxine into his lap. His fingers played with her hair, untangling the knots that had begun to form as she’d tossed her head about the pillow, and continued their kisses. To him, she clung as he rocked her, whispering delicately in her ear.
“That was mind-blowing. And you came, little one. You came for me…” He nuzzled his nose to hers. “Are you sore?”
“Only in the most delicious sense of the word.” Maxine couldn't resist her urge to ruffle her fingers through his messy hair. “Oh, Drew…”
“Just rest and relax for a minute…” His lips found her shoulder and played over the warmth of her skin as his hands skimmed over her spine, breaking her from falling back on the bed. “Breathe for me…”
His coddling prompted Maxine to snuggle closer. “Can I tell you a secret?” she whispered almost shyly against his chest, the soft feel of his light brown hair tickling against her cheek.
“What, silly little one?”
Burying her head in his neck to cover her face, she whispered, “That punishment was kinda fun...”
“Naughty silly little one...” he muttered, his tongue playing against her earlobe. “Not to worry—I have every confidence that you’ll rack up those indiscretions rather quickly. I think we can keep you—entertained—for quite some time.”
“And I must also say,” Maxine began, “that I stand corrected.”
His lips mused in a smile against the top of her head. “About what?”
“That whole orgasm control thing...I believe I'm at your complete mercy now, Sir...”
“See how much you've learned already?” With a quick kiss to her forehead, he eased a protesting Maxine from his lap. “Shhh,” he soothed. “I'll be right back.”
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