HAVEN

Damn my overactive imagination and naïve stupidity. I’d nearly ruined a perfect moment of sheer sexual bliss because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Old demons were hard to ignore, but I was determined to be everything Max desired in a woman, even if that meant obeying his every command. The woman at the café might have been a disgusting skank, but she owned that shit, which meant, for a short time, she’d owned him. I wanted that feeling of power, the ability to bring a man to his knees while dropping to my own, because that’s where he wanted me to be. This day was about us, but more importantly, it was about me, me and the man who had given me so much in so little time I could never repay him. He’d given me my first kiss, but before this morning was over, he’d own all of my firsts, my gifts to him for giving me the freedom of choice.

The taste of his overheated flesh against my tongue was intoxicating. Droplets of my own essence lingered along his five-o’clock shadow, a reminder of how he ate my pussy like a starving man on Thanksgiving Day. I tasted myself, surprised at how much I enjoyed my own musky flavor along his chin. I licked and sucked my way around as much of his naked flesh as I could muster, but it wasn’t enough. My hands splayed along the tight muscles of his back and arms, enjoying the feel of them as they flexed at my touch, but that wasn’t enough. The bulge of his cock inside his boxers as it pressed against my dripping pussy had me wanton beyond measure, but I needed more. I needed him inside me, owning me, pleasuring me as only he could. We both felt it, that moment of inescapable need to have each other straight away without any constraints or reservations.

Max held me closely with one arm while he tried desperately to reach his overnight bag that was too far away to grab without letting me go. When he kicked it across the floor, the morning sunlight that streamed through the cheaply-made curtains revealed the shine of the golden foil packets scattered across the floor. I broke free from the grip my lips had on his neck and scrambled quickly to the floor to retrieve one, anxious to get him sheathed and deep within my overstimulated pussy. I tamped down the unwanted feelings of jealousy as I tried not to imagine him fucking other women using those same condoms. I snatched one up and turned to the specter of Max stroking himself with a look of absolute ferocity in his eyes. My breath caught in my chest as I stood there staring, completely awestruck by a vision of masculine sexual perfection.

“Do you remember the rule, Heaven?” He was barely hanging on, and admittedly, so was I.

His hard cock was dripping with pre-cum; the sight of it made my mouth water and my lips suddenly dry. The one thing I didn’t feel was fear, not like with Richard. Max would never hurt me or force me to do anything I didn’t want to. This was my choice, no one else’s.

“I remember, Max…Do exactly what you say when you say it.” My voice was barely above a whisper, my entire body shaking with nerves in the best possible way.

“Good girl. Are you ready for me to fuck you, Heaven? Is your pussy dripping to have my cock inside of it? Tell me.” His explicit words caused a gush of moisture, anticipation of what I knew would be coming next.

“Yes.”

“Climb back up on the bed and spread your legs as far as you can.” I hesitated a second too long, which caused Max to growl his displeasure at my reaction. When I reached the side of the bed, he gave my ass a light slap and removed the foil package from my hand. I scrambled to the center, lay on my back, and spread my legs as he instructed me to do. The cool air in the room blew against my engorged clit; the tickling sensation was so sensual it was torture trying to keep my legs open. Max tore into the package with his teeth and wrapped his cock with practiced precision without releasing me from his hungry glare.

“You look so fucking beautiful lying there waiting for my cock. Remember, this is about us and what we want. If it doesn’t feel good, we’ll stop, no matter what, understand?” His words wrapped me in a blanket of warmth and security the likes of which I’d never felt before. I embraced him with open arms as he settled between my outstretched legs and balanced himself on his elbows on top of me. Satisfied that I wanted him as much as he wanted me, he eased himself inside and stilled. We moaned in unison as he rutted himself to the hilt and my pussy stretched to accommodate his size.

“You feel so fucking tight, baby. Keep your eyes on me at all times, understand?” That demand was important to him for some reason, so I nodded my head in agreement.

“I’m gonna start us off like this, and when I know you’re ready, I’ll let you take over.”

“Yes, yes, that’s good, Max.” I was ready for him to move. The feel of his weight on top of me, his warm breath against my ear, and the complete sense of fullness inside of me was more than enough to have me craving more. I wrapped my legs around his back and pressed my heels into his ass so he knew I was ready. He understood my silent plea and rewarded me with shallow thrusts both heavenly and torturous at the same time. He held my hands over my head and watched for signs that I wasn’t enjoying what he was doing to me, but he was holding back. I wanted all of him, not this watered-down version he was trying so hard to pull off.

“Fuck me, Max. Fuck me harder…please.” He maintained his steady pace with ease, and I felt like screaming at him to go faster. It was as if he was waiting for something. His gaze was so intense; his concentration was solely on my eyes.

“Hmm, so fucking soft and wet. You’re mine, Heaven, all fucking mine.” I mistakenly closed my eyes as he pumped inside me, harder and with more purpose.

“Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes. This pussy is mine, all mine. Look. At. Me.” I snapped them open just before he flipped us over and used my hips to steady me on top. In this position, it felt like his cock was in jeopardy of impaling my tonsils. No way would I last much longer up here.

“You look so fucking beautiful taking me, Heaven. I could die in your pussy.”His glare maintained its focus on my eyes, and I believed him when he said I was beautiful. I felt beautiful for the first time in my life, and it was liberating.

“Max…” I said his name like a plea, his handsome face ablaze with pleasure, a stark contrast to the despondent expression he’d had at the café. His fingers dug into my ass as he lifted me slightly off his cock then slammed me brusquely back down onto it. He was teaching me how he wanted me to ride him without using a single word, and believe me, I caught on quickly. The faster I bounced up and down, the better he felt, until the sound of my ass smacking on his thighs mixed with our collective moans was all that could be heard throughout the room.

“That’s it, baby, fuck yourself with my cock. Make yourself feel good.” His dirty words were all I needed to send me over the edge, screaming out his name as I threw my head back and scratched along his muscular chest. Max lifted from the bed and wrapped his arms around my back, buried his face between my breasts, and grunted through his own release. I held his head in my arms and kissed him everywhere my lips could reach without disrupting our position. We took a few minutes to catch our breath, then Max lowered us back down onto the mattress still wrapped in each other’s arms and covered us up with a blanket. Safe.

“Why do I feel like I should smoke a cigarette right now?” I snuggled into his chest and sighed.

“Hmm, I’ll let you think about that while I get rid of this condom.” He tried to disentangle our limbs, but I wasn’t ready to let him go.

“Don’t even think about it, Maxwell O’Neill. I’m way too comfortable right where I am.”

“Now look who’s giving the orders around here. You catch on fast, baby,” he chided lightly.

“Damn straight.” Max created a monster.

I kissed his smirking lips and snuggled back into his warm embrace. There were so many things I wanted to say to him, yet nothing seemed appropriate considering what just happened between us. This was all new territory for me, and Max was not the sort of man to whisper sweet nothings to. I wasn’t sure what any of it meant or if I’d go down in history as another one of his bathroom conquests, minus the bathroom, of course. The more my mind dwelled on the what ifs, the more my flight instincts were telling me to get the fuck outta here and run for the hills. I’d only find heartache here. The involuntary rumble coming from my stomach ended the distressing thoughts just in time.

“Sounds like your hungry gut just gave the final order. Time to get up and feed you, woman.”

“I didn’t realize how much sex could take out of you. I must have skipped that part in nursing school.” Or just ignored it.

“Burns a lot of calories. How do you think I stay in such great shape?” A bad joke with an element of truth; I didn’t find it funny. I rose from the bed intent on finding something to throw on while I got a handle on my now salty attitude.

“Hey. I’m just kidding.” He walked over to where I was standing and kissed my forehead. “I’ll make it up to you. Anything you want. Lunch is on me; the sky’s the limit.”

“Hmmm…I know, how about the café where we had coffee? Bet we could get a discount.” Petty? Sure, but I feel better.

“Smartass. Get dressed.” And…another ass slap for good measure. Yay me.