Chapter 24 - Naomi
By the time we get to Max’s apartment, my heartbeat has mostly gone back down to normal. We shuffle out of our coats and shoes, and he takes out two long-stemmed wine glasses. Producing a nice bottle of red wine, he grins at me as he uncorks it.
“We’ll have to be fancy tonight,” he grins. “I don’t have any twist-offs for you.”
“I’ll allow it.”
The wine glugs as it pours out of the bottle, and he slides a glass towards me. We clink our glasses together, watching each other over the rim.
He’s too far away. He’s all the way over there, on the other side of the kitchen island. I slide off my seat and walk over to him, leaving my wine on the countertop. I trail my fingers over his waistband, looking up at him and biting my lip.
I can feel the heat of his skin against my fingertips. His powerful lower abdominal muscles ripple as he moves towards me. His hand circles my waist as his other hand tucks a strand of my unruly hair behind my ear. He rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.
Finally, we kiss. Fireworks explode in my chest as our lips touch. It’s like the rain starting when a thunderstorm breaks—sweet relief floods through me while the air is still charged with electricity. His hands leave trails of sparks as they trail down my sides, sinking into my hips and pulling me closer.
A growl rumbles through his chest and sends a shiver through my body. I lean into him, the noise making my body respond instinctively. His lips brush against mine as my fingers crawl up his chest, exploring every ridge of his muscled body.
We move slowly, deliberately. He squeezes my waist with his hand as he cups my cheek, and then lifts me up onto the counter in one smooth motion. I rest my arms on his shoulders, kissing him deeply as he moans. I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my center towards him.
I know he can feel the heat between my legs—how could he not? I claw at his shirt, pulling it off over his head so I can finally, finally see his body. He looks like he’s been carved from stone. His skin is stretched over the smooth curves of his shredded body. My fingers trace his muscles, falling down the muscular ’V’ that leads me straight to his belt buckle.
He groans as I fumble with it, pushing his hips towards me.
“We don’t have to do this,” he says, resting his hands on my hips as his eyes search mine. “Before, you said…”
“I know what I said,” I interrupt. “I was an idiot. I want this.” My fingers unlatch the buckle and slide his belt loose. “I want you.”
He growls again, closing his eyes as I loosen his belt. When I reach down for his fly and shimmy his pants down, he kicks them away and opens his eyes to watch me.
“Your turn.”
His hands are warm and strong as he pulls my shirt off over my head. As soon as it’s off, his arms are wrapped around me and his lips are on my lips, my jaw, my neck. His kisses tumble down to my collarbone as he slides my bra strap off my shoulder.
His thumb traces the line of my bra, sinking in the soft flesh of my breast as my chest heaves with every breath. When he unhooks the clasp of my bra and slides it off my shoulders, his mouth opens slightly and he groans. His thumbs brush my nipples and I shiver.
Every touch is electric. Every sound is heady and intoxicating. Every kiss sends me closer and closer to the edge.
Yes, I want this. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything else.
In this crazy week, with everything that’s happening, with all the uncertainty and the lying and pretending, this is the first things that’s felt real. It’s ironic, but it’s true.
He wraps his arms around me, lifting me up off the counter and carrying me towards his bedroom. I can feel his length through his boxers, pressed up against my hip crease. I wish I wasn’t wearing all this clothing.
Max lays me down on the softest bed I’ve ever felt, leaning his body over me. He crushes his lips against mine, groaning into our kiss. I pull him closer, arching my back and rolling my hips to feel his hardness against me.
I’m drenched. I’m dripping for him, and all I want is to feel him—all of him.
He fumbles with my skirt and tights, kissing me as his fingers work the zipper open. He trails his kisses down my chest, pausing to take each breast in his mouth before moving his kisses down over my stomach. He pulls my tights off slowly. His eyes are low as he takes in my nearly-naked body. All that’s left are my thin, black underwear clinging to my wet lips.
Max’s eyes flick up to mine, and he shakes his head slowly. He takes a deep breath, running his fingers gently over my hips.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Naomi.”
I roll my hips towards him as I bite my lip. He groans again, peeling my underwear off, sliding it inch by inch down my legs.
The heat is making my cheeks burn. I can only imagine how red they are.
But Max doesn’t seem to care. He leans his body down and kisses me again, swiping his tongue across mine and groaning as my lips part. He reaches between my legs and moans when he feels my wetness.
My head is spinning. The instant his hand touches my slit, my whole body shivers. He presses his chest against mine, working his fingers ever so gently back and forth until they’re as wet as I am.
“You like that?” He growls in my ear.
“Yes,” I gasp as his finger twirls over my bud. Yes doesn’t even begin to cover it. It’s like a sensory overload. His scent is filling my nostrils, and the weight of his chest against mine is making my head spin. I can’t even tell what he’s doing with his fingers, because it just feels like one hot ball of pleasure between my legs.
It feels like I’m going to explode.
I reach down towards his boxers and gasp when I feel his throbbing erection. When he was carrying me, I thought it was big. Feeling it in my hand is something else altogether. Max’s breath gets heavier as I touch him. He pushes his boxers down his legs and kicks them away.
I wrap my hand around his hardness and he groans. He stays there for a moment, unmoving, as I work my hand up and down his shaft.
Then, as if he remembers himself, he starts touching me again. His touch is faster, more insistent. He rolls my clit between his fingers as I stroke him. His breath is short and hot as it washes over my shoulder. He groans as his hot erection throbs in my hand, and then he pulls my hand away.
“Stop,” he growls. “Not yet. Not like that.”
Before I can protest, he crushes his lips against mine and kicks my legs apart. With his hands, he holds my thighs wide and moves down between them, glancing up at me only once before diving his head between my legs.
When his tongue touches my slit, my body arches. I gasp, tangling my fingers into his hair. I lean into the pleasure. Squeezing my eyes shut, I bit my lip and let the waves of warmth and ecstasy wash over me with every flick of his tongue.
He groans, glancing up at me. “You taste so good,” he growls, and a flicker of heat flashes through me. The thought of him enjoying what he’s doing is almost too much for me to process. His hands run over my stomach and he dips his head back down between my legs with a moan.
Every time his tongue twirls around my bud, he urges me closer to orgasm. When his fingers slip inside me, my body contracts around them and I know I’m past the point of no return. It only takes a few more seconds, a few more touches, a few more noises, and I’m flying over the edge.
I squeeze my legs around his head and arch my back as my orgasm explodes. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me until I’m screaming Max’s name. I tangle my fingers into his hair and roll my hips towards him, gasping with every new sensation.
He holds me down. His tongue doesn’t stop and his hands keep moving until my body has quieted down. The only movement between us is the soft kiss he lays on my mound and the heaving of my chest. Little thrills pass through my body as I try to recover.
Finally, Max lifts himself up and comes to lay beside me. I can see his shaft, hard as rock, throbbing against his belly when I turn towards him. He lays a heavy, muscled arm across my body and chuckles.
“You liked that?”
“It was okay,” I grin.
“Just okay?” His eyebrow quirks.
“Maybe a bit better than okay,” I laugh, and he pulls me in for a kiss.