by Cybill Cain
“Need you,” she murmured as she rocked against me, blowing all the good intentions out of me, and across the churning waves below us. I could not deny her. I didn’t want to anymore.
My hands closed on her hips, pulling her against me. The sound she made was one between ecstasy and torture. I did it again, hating the clothes that separated us. I tried to set her down to remove them, but no matter how I tried, she clung to me, pressing her body to mine over and over again.
Growling with need and frustration, I opened my eyes and realized I’d been dreaming of Annie. I tilted my head down, and saw the top of her head. Her cheek was resting against my chest, and she was stretched out on top of me, putting our bodies together in the most interesting way. I inhaled sharply when her hips came down on me, pressing her real hot core over my throbbing dick. She moaned, just like she had in my dreams.
“Need you, so much, Max,” she mumbled in her sleep, and I realized that I had heard her even before I woke up. My hands were on her hips, pressing her tightly to me. Our bodies were rocking into each other in slow lazy flexes. I pressed harder against her, making her inhale sharply and moan again. I could feel her wetness through our clothes.
I’d worn my underwear to bed, and she’d put on some sleep shorts and a t-shirt. It would be so easy to give her what she needed, what we both needed. The devil on my shoulder thought it was the best idea ever to let her wake up with my dick filling her, but that wasn’t how I wanted our first time to be. I wanted to see her face as she took me into her.
Using my hands on her hips, I shifted her up my body, just enough to reach the top of her head with my lips. I kissed her hair, taking a deep breath of her, before calling her name softly. “Annie?” She shifted, moaning in frustration that she could no longer feel me hard against her. I smiled, and died a little at the same time when the devil on my shoulder whispered to me to reconsider. “Annie, wake up, beautiful. I need you, please.”
Something in my tone reached through her dreams, and pulled her back to me. She raised her head, and blinked at me, a slow smile spreading over her face as her waking mind took over. “Max,” she whispered, stretching on top of me. Her bottom pressed against my throbbing dick again, and before she realized she was no longer dreaming, she pressed back against it again.
My hands squeezed her hips, while my body instinctively pressed back against her heat. I raised my head and kissed her. I meant to keep it light, but she pressed down again, making it impossible not to plunder her mouth with my own, showing her how much I needed her to stay with me now.
Her tongue danced with mine, her mouth opening wide for me, echoing the invitation of her rocking hips. I made my hands stay still, though they itched to pull down her sleep shorts, and touch the naked gloriousness that was my Annie. Finally, I broke the kiss, but only so I could beg her to let me in.
“Annie, if we’re going to stop, we need to do it now.” She kissed me like she was starving for me. I sent up a silent prayer of thanks as my hands slid down her shorts, one of them holding her up just enough to get my underwear down. Our clothes became lost in the covers that were tangled at the foot of the bed from our restless wanting. The warmth of her skin against mine was devastating to my senses. Holding her tightly, I flipped us over in the bed, and kissed her breathless.
“Max,” she called to me when I left her arms to move down her body. My eyes held hers as my hands slowly caressed the length of her curves. She wanted me to come back, but only because she hadn’t realized what I was going to do. I kept my eyes on hers until I turned my head and kissed her inner thigh, sucking her skin just a little before licking her with my tongue. She quivered beneath me.
When I looked at her again, as I switched to the other side, I saw her fisting the sheet as she tried to hold her head up and watch me. I kissed her other thigh the same way, and ran my finger through her hot wet folds. The intensity of her need made her fall back to the bed, still clutching the sheet as she whispered my name again and again.
I kissed the top of her dripping pussy before sliding my tongue through her sweetness, finding her clit engorged and throbbing. I could feel her pulse pounding against my tongue as I pressed against her in slow long licks, trying to make her crazy. Her knees tried to close on my head, but my hands pushed them back down to the bed, holding them there so I could feast on her.
The wet sucking sounds of my mouth against her filled the room, competing with her whimpers of need. Both sounds fed my desire for her, making my dick leak faster. I rocked my hips in time with the pressure of my mouth on her, seeking enough relief to let me go on pleasuring her instead of taking her as I so desperately wanted to do.
When she came, her whole body bowed up off the bed, her hips pressing into my face as she screamed and bucked out her orgasm. I held her legs open and refused to stop, making the sensations go on and on for her, until she collapsed beneath me in a sweaty trembling boneless heap.
I covered her body with mine, giving her butterfly kisses, and whispering soothing words to bring her back to me. “Annie, beautiful, Annie. I need you so much,” I told her, feeling the truth of it echo in me. I did need her, all of her, not just her body in the moment, but the sensuality and passion that were intrinsic to her being. She’d touched me the first time I’d seen her, and every second that we had spent together since, she had continued conquering me, making me hers in a way that I had never belonged before.
Her arms came up around my neck as her eyes opened, trying to focus on me. I stopped the world and kissed her. I spoke to her in tongues, telling her how much she already meant to me, and that the why and how didn’t matter, only the truth of my heart.
She responded by raising her legs at my sides, and crossing her ankles over my back. I’ll never let you go, her body told me, and I knew the rich goodness of being me for the first time in my life. “Please,” she begged against my lips, her hands sliding down my shoulders slowly making their way down my body until they rested on my ass, pulling me into her in rhythmic tugs that matched the rocking of our wanting bodies. I loved it too much that she was begging for me. I never wanted her to stop.
“We have to go slow,” I told her, my eyes closed as I navigated my way through the sensations she was evoking inside me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she sighed in my ear, as she rubbed her cheek against mine, and held me to her. “I trust you, Max.” Her words cracked me open in all my hard secret dark places. I welcomed her into me.
I grasped her thighs, taking her legs down, before rolling us over slowly, putting her above me again. I raised us up, and slipped her down my thighs. My hard cock rose up against her belly. The soft brush of hard heat made her look down. She exhaled a warm puff of air across my cheek when she saw how big I was. Anticipating the feel of her stretching around the thick head of me, her hips twitched against my legs, and a warm rush of arousal dripped down across my skin. She wanted me, her body told me so, just like the look in her eyes.
“We’ll go slowly,” I told her again, my hands rubbing her back. “You’ll take what you can, Annie. I’ll make it feel so good. I promise.” When her eyes met mine, I expected doubt, maybe fear. Most of the women I’d been with were unable to take all of me, and all of them had been a little afraid at first. Not my Annie. She licked her lips and smiled at me, like I was the gift she’d been asking for her entire life.
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Annie
There was so much of him. I’d been thinking that since I’d come down the stairs to find all six feet five inches of him standing in my foyer, with fire in his eyes. Max Alexander was larger than life, in every way.
I wrapped my hand around him, an involuntary sound leaving me when I saw that my fingers did not meet around the thick base of his shaft. I pushed back enough to lean down and swallow the head of him, rolling my tongue around him, tasting his leaking desire for me like a nectar. I swallowed a little more, loving the way he stretched my mouth open around him. I sucked hard when I
pulled back, making him gasp and swear.
I looked into his eyes and did it again, loving how hard he fought to keep his eyes open and watch me, when all he wanted to do was sink back into the warm bed and fuck my mouth. I could feel the tension and need in him. It made me feel powerful and sexy. I wanted to keep doing it again and again, until I worked all of him into me, but this way it would be an impossible task. There were other ways I could take him, my aching pussy shouted them to me, making me move back up his body. I let the tip of him drag through my wet heat, loving the friction on my throbbing clit so much I rocked back to do it once again before settling back against him, pressing my chest to his.
“Help me,” I whispered to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, preparing for the ride of my life. He placed a hand on my back, nearly spanning the entire width of me, and leaned back, taking me with him. His other hand reached around me, placing the tip of him at my entrance. Slowly, he let me down on him, the weight of my body pressing him into me.
“Relax,” he sighed in my ear, and I did my best to comply, but I wanted him so much it was difficult. The thick mushroom head of him felt so good, I rocked my hips working him inside just a little at a time. “Breathe,” he told me, and I was glad he did. I needed the reminder.
He took over rocking my body, allowing me to just experience him. I felt the slickness dripping from me, easing his entrance. When the thick head of him popped through the tight ring of my entrance it was so good I moaned and clutched his neck tightly. “That’s it, baby. God, you feel so good.” His deep tension filled voice in my ear was almost as good as his thick cock between my thighs. Both of them made me want more.
I tried to press down, all the empty space in me demanding that he fill me up, but he held me with his hands on my hips. “Slowly,” he said again, his jaw locked tightly. I put my hands on his face, making him look at me. When his eyes met mine, I rocked down again, taking him a little deeper. The look on his face said I was killing him, but his eyes begged me not to stop. I could see that he was afraid he was going to get to the bottom of me too soon. My body told me there was no need to worry.
I guided his mouth to my breasts, offering him a hard nipple. When his lips closed around me, the sensation went right to where we were joined, and I rocked again, loving the sweetness and the slight pain combined with the pleasure of his mouth on me. I offered him the other, distracting him from his worry, to let my hips do what they needed. I was reduced to a throbbing need that filled me from the inside out as he sank more deeply into me.
A hard shudder ran through him, making him release my breast to breathe fire across my damp skin. I shivered, and he responded to it by grabbing my hips again, holding me still. After a minute, he tilted me back, raising his knees for me to rest against as his eyes feasted on our connection. “So deep,” he whispered, lost in what he was feeling and seeing.
I glanced down, and saw his thick shaft glistening with moisture from my body. Only a little remained outside of me, and I felt so full, but I wanted all of him. Something inside me told me I was made to take all of him.
“More, Max, please,” I gasped, holding my arms out for him to bring me closer, and take me completely. His eyes flew to mine. I could see doubt swirling with desire in their hazel depths. “Please,” I said again, not ashamed to beg if I got what I wanted.
A savage moan escaped him, as he tilted me forward again, his hands sliding under my hips. In a quick breath stealing move he tilted my pelvis, and I felt him go the rest of the way inside me. “Yes!” I screamed triumphantly as I quivered around him, holding onto his neck tightly, and resting my head on his shoulder.
Max was groaning, his big frame shaking as he held onto me with his arms wrapped around my back tightly. Every breath I took made the feel of him that much better, and before long I wanted him to move. He did, but not like I expected. Still holding me he rolled us back over, placing me beneath him. I wrapped my legs around him again, holding all of him while I looked into his eyes.
The first shift of his hips pulled him from inside me, almost all the way out, but he sank back in right away, making my eyes roll back in my head. It was so good. It got better when he did it again. After a few slow strokes to make sure I was all right, he sped up, and I lost my mind as the delicious hardness of him filled me to the brim again and again.
His hand slipped between us, finding my clit, and rubbing it hard and fast while he stroked in and out of my core. He made me come on his dick, rocking into me again and again as I shook and trembled under him. “So good,” I tried to tell him, but I wasn’t sure I actually spoke. Everything but the feel of him all around me and inside me seemed too far away to matter.
When he pulled out of me completely I felt bereft, but he turned me over and pulled me up on my hands and knees before I could protest, sinking back into me hard and fast. He wasn’t scared anymore. I couldn’t remember why he had ever been. He caged my body with his, his arms coming down so that his hands could rest on the bed, while his hips pounded into me. I felt his lips on the skin of my back, and his hand when it found my clit again, massaging through the wet warmth to make me come for him again.
The sound of our hips crashing together reached me as I ignited inside from the feel of him and his hand on my sensitive nub. I felt like I was on fire all over, and more than happy to burn as long as he kept going. I was still coming when he sat back, taking me with him, and splaying me across him. He held me, his hands cupping my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers as I shook around him. He was still, experiencing my passion completely through every connection we’d made. I felt him kiss my shoulder, nipping at my skin a second before he rocked up into me slowly and deeply, setting me off again.
It was too much, and as I screamed and bucked in his arms, my vision started to dim. He held me tighter, his hands coming down to rest on my belly, keeping me safe as I lost sight of everything but him. I could feel his hard length pulsing inside me, jerking in time with every spasm of my body. I couldn’t go on like this. “Need you to come,” I gasped at him. He grunted, and lifted me off him, turning me back over so that he could press me to the bed with his body.
When he entered me again, he caught one of my legs in the crook of his elbow. I bucked under him, loving the feel of him as he stroked in and out of me hard and fast. He pulled his legs up, resting on his knees to get deeper. I took every perfect inch of him, feeling another orgasm building inside me. “God, do it, Annie!” he breathed across my face, urging me on. “Come with me,” he growled, rocking into me. I let go as soon as he said it, squeezing him so hard that he screamed as he came, throwing his head back and howling like an animal. I felt his hot seed fill me while he moved in slow long strokes, like he never wanted it to end.
He collapsed on me, his body completely covering mine. I held him in my arms, loving the way it made me feel safe and cared for while the last of his orgasm slowly receded. This time I kissed his shoulders, and rubbed his damp back in soothing circles while I told him in quiet whispers how good he’d made it for me, just like he’d promised.
After a while, he rolled us over again, placing me on his chest, like I had been when I’d awakened earlier. He wrapped me in his arms, and kissed my head before he fell back exhausted on the pillow and dozed off. I smiled and curled into him, the best mattress I’d ever had. Part of me was sure it’d all been a dream, but was too tired to stay awake and wonder. If it’s real I’m going to fall in love with you, I thought just before I drifted off with a smile.
7- Out to Lunch
Max
I would have been sure it was all a dream if she hadn’t been dozing naked on my chest when I woke up again. I glanced at the clock beside the bed. It was nearly noon, but I had no desire to get out of bed. She inhaled deeply and snuggled down again on me, making something raw and tender expand inside my chest. Right behind it came the urge to take her again, the need to feel her almost overwhelming, adding to the sensations budding inside me.
Had she really taken all of me? My mind played through the images I’d captured of our bodies together, adding a sense of urgency to my desire. Before I could move my phone buzzed beside the bed. I reached for it carefully, trying not to disturb Annie, planning to let the call roll to voicemail. I stopped when I saw Thomas Meenan’s number come up on the screen.
“Hello?” I said, keeping my voice low, trying not to disturb my sleeping beauty.
“Mr. Alexander? Is everything all right? I can barely hear you.”
“Yes, I’m fine. I was just sleeping. What’s up?”
“Sorry to disturb you, but Mr. McGill and I were not able to reach Ms. Clemons. Do you know where she is, and if she is well?” Annie raised her head from my chest and blinked sleepily at me, a little smile on her face that looked like she was planning to devour me all over again.
“She’s fine. I guess we left her phone downstairs last night. Do you need to speak with her?”
“Both of you. Can you put me on speaker again?” I activated the speaker, and told him to go ahead. “Ms. Clemons?”
“Yes,” she answered, sounding every bit as sleepy as I had when I answered the phone. To his credit, Meenan didn’t comment or question. He went about his business with the level of professionalism I was coming to expect from him.
“Mr. McGill has informed me that he has been unable to locate Todd Barnes. No one is home at his residence, and his staff all say they haven’t seen him for two days.” She was waking up now. I could feel the tension in her body growing with every word Meenan spoke. “Have you had any additional contact with him?”
“No,” she told him, sliding off me onto the bed to sit up. I sat up, too and took her hand in mine, willing her to see that she had nothing to fear as long as I was with her.
“Mr. McGill is on his way to speak with you, and gather any additional information you might have that could help us locate him.”