And there's no doubt...we are going to have sex. It's what both of us want. It's the next logical step to take. I am wildly attracted to him, and it doesn't have a damn thing to do with his muscled body or his near-perfect face. It has everything to do with the fact that Max Fournier is perhaps the best person I've ever known next to Melody, and I have no qualms about giving my body to him if he wants it.
The question is...does he want it tonight? Max has deliberately taken things slow with me, which I find refreshing and endearing. It's frustrating too, and I'm thinking I might be the one who has to let him know it's okay to move this to the next level.
I push up on the couch, dislodging Max's fingers from my hair. He watches me as I come to my knees on the cushion beside him, my palms resting on my thighs. He's so goddamn sexy, but unassuming, which makes him sexier in my mind.
"Want to watch another movie?" he asks.
I shake my head. "It's getting late."
"Want me to take you home?" he asks with a smile, his eyes warm and open, without a hint as to what he wants.
I shake my head again.
"What do you want to do?" he asks, and there...right there. I hear it. His voice is low and rumbling with need.
Still, I don't want to assume anything.
"Want to make out?" I ask him with a grin.
"Fuck yeah," he says with an answering grin and then his hands are on my wrists and he's pulling me on top of him.
I willingly go, walking my knees across the small expanse of cushion, and then his hands go to my hips and he helps me maneuver onto his lap in a straddle. My hands go to his shoulders and I look down at him. His hazel eyes are darkening as he looks at me intensely, and there's no mistaking the desire I see there.
I move my hands from his shoulders to his face, palms against each cheek, and I lower my mouth down to his. At the first touch of our lips, Max's fingers press into my hips and I moan as I push my hands back and slip my fingers into his hair. Our heads tilt, the kiss deepens, and when his tongue slides against mine, a bolt of lust seizes my body and an ache starts between my legs.
Max slides one hand under my shirt and smooths his large palm up my spine. I press into him, my arms now wrapping around his neck, overlapping each other, and I lower myself down onto his lap.
Oh, wow. Onto his fully hard erection.
Max groans as I tilt my hips and rub against him, the friction igniting a fire low in my belly. This spurs me on and I rotate my hips, grinding against him while his mouth assaults mine.
But then Max's hands are on my upper arms and he's pushing back on me so the kiss breaks. His eyes are wild and his nostrils are flared as he sucks in oxygen, and my own heartbeat is racing away from me. I frown and try to lean back in for a kiss, wanting to take this connection further than we ever have before.
"Jules," Max mutters as he holds me firmly in place. I focus my gaze on him and tilt my head to the side in question. "I didn't bring you to my house for this."
"I know," I tell him softly. "You'd take me home right now if I asked you."
"It's our first date," he explains. "We've got plenty of time to get there."
I try to think how I should lay this out to him. While I appreciate his almost chivalrous attitude toward me, I also want him to know that I'm fairly forward-thinking when it comes to sex. I've never believed you have to be in love to do it, but I do believe you should have a measure of care for the person.
What I feel for Max is like nothing I've ever felt before. I'm not sure there's anything I wouldn't give him.
I don't know how to adequately convey that, so I let my hands talk for me. I drop them in between us, scoot back on his lap a few inches and start to undo his belt. I've got the leather just cleared from the buckle when Max's hands come to mine. They grip my fingers and halt my actions.
I look up to him.
"You get my jeans open," he growls at me, "I'm not going to be able to stop. I'm not a saint, Jules."
I smile at him, lean in and give him a light kiss. "You are a saint, Max. You're an absolute saint. But right now...I'm completely fine with you sinning."
Max takes just a millisecond to digest my words, then his lips peel apart in a bright grin. "So you want to sin with me, huh?"
"Oh, yeah," I say with a responding grin.
I let out a surprised gasp as Max lunges off the couch, his arms coming under my ass to support me, and my arms flying to lock around his neck. He pushes past the coffee table, through the living room, and down a very short hall to what I'm guessing is the first-floor master bedroom.
I just hang on for the ride.
Slow down, slow down, slow down.
Slow the fuck down, Max.
I am trying desperately not to turn all caveman on Jules as I carry her to my bedroom. I have never wanted someone as much as I want this woman, and unfortunately, that has about reduced me to someone with the mentality of a horny teenager about to bust a nut for the first time.
I wasn't lying when I told Jules I had no expectations for tonight. I honestly didn't know where we'd end up and I really didn't care. I knew we'd get here eventually.
But the minute her hands touched my belt, I suddenly did care.
A lot.
And now I feel on the verge of losing control. It's thrilling and terrifying at the same time, and I realize that Jules is the woman that could totally destroy me.
Barreling past my bedroom door, I take a slight turn to hit one of the wall switches with my elbow to the recessed lighting in the double tray ceiling. It casts a warm, ambient glow over the entire room.
I make a beeline for the bed, crawl up onto it with Jules clinging to me tightly and lay her underneath me. Taking a deep breath, I look down at her...needing to see in her eyes whether I still have the go ahead.
"You good?" I ask her.
"Better if you kiss me," she whispers with a smile.
"The lady wants to be kissed," I murmur as my gaze drops to her mouth.
"Among other things," she says tartly.
I raise my eyes back up to hers. "I'll give you everything."
Her response is to clamp her hands at the back of my neck and use me as leverage to pull herself up, slamming her mouth onto mine.
Fuck, yeah.
I push against her, press her head back onto my pillows and devour her mouth as I rest most of my body weight onto her. My hips come to rest perfectly on hers, my cock nestled right against the heat between her legs.
Jules moans and I grind into her.
She moans harder.
Fuck...Stay cool, Max. Stay cool.
But it's hard because I find myself wanting a million different things at once. I want to kiss her until the sun comes up and I want to touch every inch of her skin. I want to hand her multiple orgasms until she begs me to stop, and I want to bury myself deep into her. I want her mouth on my cock. I want mine on her pussy. I want to eat her whole and lick her clean.
Pulling my mouth from hers, I layer a trail of kisses across her jaw and down her neck. I scoot my body down hers as my mouth moves lower, over the base of her throat and finally to her breasts, where I nuzzle them through the material of her shirt. Jules' fingers go into my hair and she grips it hard.
"Easy," I tell her as my hands go to the bottom of her shirt and I push the material up and over her breasts. She's wearing a plain white cotton bra that is slightly translucent and my mouth goes dry as I take in her hard nipples pushing against the fabric. My fingers flip the front clasp and the bra pops open, baring her beautiful tits to me.
My mouth goes from dry to watering as I test the weight of them with my hands, squeezing them gently. I pinch one nipple in between my thumb and forefinger and roll it, causing Jules' hips to fly off the bed in reaction. Christ...no telling what she'll do when I hit her clit.
I wrap one arm around Jules' back and roll us to our sides. Her mouth seeks mine and connects, and we kiss again. A deep, lush kiss that is all consuming, stoking the fire between us
hotter.
My hands roam, as do hers. Her nails scrape up my back, and my hand goes down the back of her jeans and past her panties to cup her ass. Clothing ends up coming off, magically peeled away by our hands without ever really breaking the molten kiss that continues between us.
When we're both fully naked, we press our bodies against each other, legs intertwined. Her breasts are flattened to my chest and my cock is hard on her belly, trapped in between us. Her skin feels like satin as she strokes her leg along mine.
I swear I could fucking do this for hours, even though I'm near-delirious with the need to get inside of her.
Jules pulls her mouth away from mine and her eyes are glazed as she pants out to me, "Max...give me more."
"Tell me what you want, baby," I urge her as my hand skims down from her ribs to her hip.
Lightning fast, she grabs my wrist as she pulls her pelvis away from me and pushes my hand in between her legs. My pulse skyrockets and my fingers easily find her pussy, which is soaked. I brush my fingers through her curls and lightly circle her clit.
"Like this?" I ask her.
Her hips tilt forward and she gives me an affirmative moan.
"Or like this?" I ask her as I twist my hand and sink a finger into her.
"Oh God," is her answer this time.
And Christ...her pussy clamps down hard on my finger and I go dizzy with the need to fuck her.
Leaning in, I put another kiss on her mouth before I pull my hand from between her legs. She makes a growl of protest but I soothe her by saying, "Just a minute, Jules. Let me get a condom."
I push up to my knees and lean across her with one hand on the mattress to reach into the drawer of the bedside table. My weight almost buckles under me as Jules wraps a hand around my cock.
My head drops and my eyes flutter closed as Jules' hand starts a firm stroke up and down my shaft. I can feel pre-cum leaking out, coating her hand and making my skin slick.
I take a deep breath in, open my eyes and rear upward. Jules never misses a stroke while I dig a condom out and slam the drawer closed. I fumble with the foil, finally get it open and pull the rubber out.
Jules rubs a thumb over the tip of my cock and my balls start to tingle. I reach down with my free hand, grab her wrist and gently pull her away. She makes a small sound of protest but then purrs when I reposition myself on my knees between her legs. Her eyes are darkened to a bronze color and she watches me keenly while I put the condom on.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter. "My fucking hands are shaking."
And they are...badly.
I want to be inside her so bad, my entire being is shaking.
But then Jules reaches out and lays her hands over mine.
My gaze slides to hers and she smiles at me softly. One soft, understanding smile with a message back to me that she understands. That she's feeling what I'm feeling and that both of us are getting ready to have our worlds rocked by the other.
A measured calm courses through me, enough to steady my hands but in no way diminishing the lust that's still sparking through my body. Instead, I become singularly focused and the condom rolls on smoothly as Jules' hands go to her breasts and she plucks at her nipples.
"God, that's sexy," I praise her, then I hunch over her and push her hand aside with a nudge of my cheek. I roll my tongue around one of her nipples, then bare my teeth before biting at it. Jules bucks and moans and when she says, "Max...I need you inside of me now," I'm spurred to action.
I push up off her again, press one palm to the mattress and with my other hand guide my cock to her entrance. I rub the tip through her wet folds and then slowly feed myself into her. I can feel in exquisite detail as her pussy stretches and molds around me, hot and wet and oh so fucking tight.
I sink slowly into her, inch by inch until I bottom out and I just go still.
I take in everything about this moment. Jules' eyes dark and blazing with desire. Her chest heaving and her pussy contracting around me. Her delicate hands on my ass, nails poised to sink into my flesh and my cock already straining for release.
I drop my face, place my forehead against hers and whisper, "Jules?"
"Yeah, baby," she says on a throaty moan of need.
I pull my head up and look at her. "Tell me what you want."
Her hands slide up my back, over my ribs, and come to rest on my chest. "What do you mean?"
"Well," I say as I bring my lips to hers and give her a short kiss. "You're all kinds of beautiful and sweet and I could fuck you slowly, drawing our first time out and we'd both come long and steady. But you're also feisty and strong and I could fuck you really hard and fast, guaranteed we'll both blow apart viciously. I'm not quite sure what to do with you, and just so you know, whatever you choose, we'll do the opposite next. But lady's choice...how do you want it?"
Jules chuckles low in her throat, her eyes sparkling with mischief and humor. I'm lodged balls deep in this woman and she's amused by me.
I fucking love it.
"Hmmm," she says as she thinks on her options. She spreads her fingers out over my chest before sliding them down and pinching both of my nipples. I buck against her from the sizzle of lust that sparks through me, and she says, "I think our first time, we're both going to lose control a little. So I think hard and fast is the best option."
"You sure?" I ask with a little push of my hips against her.
She nods at me before sliding her hands up and around my neck again so she can pull me down to her. Just before our lips connect she murmurs, "Give me all you got, Max. I'm going to give it right back."
"Christ," I manage to mutter before I kiss her, and then I proceed to give her all I've got.
--
My back arches off the bed and I slam upward into Jules, lifting her clear off the bed. She screams, her own back arches and her nails dig into my chest as my orgasm rips through me.
Holy mother fucking Jesus.
"So good," Jules chants as I fall back to the bed and she collapses on top of me. "So good."
My chest is heaving and her body slides against mine because we're both sweaty as fuck. I wrap my arms around her back to hold her in place. She turns her face into my neck and kisses me softly.
"So much for slow and sweet," I tell her in between sucking air back into my lungs.
She giggles. "We'll get there."
"Fifteen minutes," I tell her.
She snorts.
"Okay, half an hour," I amend.
Because fuck...the second time was just as all-consuming as the first and my body is wrung the fuck out. Two of the hardest orgasms I've ever had in my life.
Three total for Jules because the first time she came just with my cock pounding inside of her. The second time, I started off with my mouth between her legs, made her come, and then she climbed on top of me and rode herself to another orgasm.
She was fucking glorious. I guarantee that will be my go-to memory when I jack off on road trips now.
I roll us to the side and groan as my half-hard dick slips out of her. I press my mouth to hers lightly before I tell her, "Let me go take care of the condom."
She nods and I roll the opposite way, right off the bed, and pad into the bathroom. I dispose of the condom quickly and do a double take as I catch myself in the mirror. I've got a bruise on my chest where Jules had latched her mouth onto me the first time and nail marks down my abdomen where she clawed me as she rode my cock. If I had any reservations about fucking her hard, they're gone. As she promised, she gave hard right back to me and I loved it.
But I am looking forward to attempting a slow steady fucking. Bodies pressed tight and staring into her eyes. Just rocking slowly against her. Yeah, that will be equally as epic I'm sure.
When I get back into the bedroom, I find her burrowed under the covers, her cheek resting on the pillow and her eyes following me as I walk across the room. When I reach the edge of the bed, she pulls back the covers and I'm invited in. I slide across the mattress and she fli
ps the sheet and comforter over me.
Laying on our sides, our faces only inches apart, we just stare at each other. And yeah...I could just stare at her for hours too. Those eyes that change with her mood and even the tiny smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks, which I found out tonight she has matching ones across her shoulders. I've certainly noticed the ones on her nose before, but up close they're beautiful and add so much character to a face I've come to think of as beyond stunning.
Jules gives me a smile, her eyes lightened up and shimmering with satisfaction. "Why are you such a good guy, Max?"
I wrinkle my nose. "No guy wants to be known as 'the good guy,' " I tell her teasingly. "That sounds so boring."
She rolls her eyes at me and it's adorable. But then those eyes darken slightly, going almost cafe mocha, and I know this means she's serious. "Explain it to me. Why are you so gallant? Why do you put so much energy into me? Why would you spend your time on a woman that just doesn't have a lot to give back?"
My arm goes out, slides over her waist, and I press my palm to her back as I scoot my body a little closer to hers. I know it's poor form to answer a question with a question, but it's necessary here. "Jules...why don't you see what I see? Why don't you understand about yourself what I understand about you?"
"Because we never see ourselves the way others do," she whispers, and she's not wrong about that.
"Then open your eyes a little wider," I admonish her gently before I lean in and give a quick brush of my mouth against hers. When I pull back, I tell her the truth of what I see. "You are one of the most caring and generous people I've ever met. Your work ethic is amazing. You've got fortitude and strength. I've never heard you have a negative thing to say about anything or anyone. You work in a really hard job caring for geriatrics, which is a shit job by most people's standards, but you do it because you have an empathy inside of you for them. You're loyal and just recently I've found out that you're willing to take risks. You love your niece and nephews beyond all measure and you willingly gave up your carefree life at a great sacrifice to your own personal happiness to take care of them. You're smart, funny, and I even adore your sarcasm at times. So I hope that makes it clear to you, I think you're pretty much a one-in-a-million type of woman, and babe...those are a rarity. It was imperative I snatch you up fast before someone else scooped me."
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