Chapter 39 - Max
When Naomi gets to my place, she’s changed out of her work clothes and into casual jeans and a black tee-shirt. All the blood in my body rushes between my legs. She puts a hand on my shoulder and gets on her tip-toes to lay a gentle kiss on my cheek.
“So where’s this fancy wine of yours?”
“Just here,” I say. “I opened it to let it breathe.”
“Of course you did.”
She grins at me, kicking off her shoes and hooking her arm around my waist. I tuck her hair behind her ear, breathing in deeply as my heart does cartwheels in my chest.
“You smell like you,” I breathe.
“Who else would I smell like?”
“You always have a retort, don’t you?”
“You still sure you missed me?”
I chuckle, dropping my hands to her waist and pulling her closer. “Yeah,” I say. “I’m sure.”
Creases appear on her porcelain forehead. Her eyebrows draw together and she tilts her chin up to study my face. She takes a deep breath. I feel her chest move against mine. She still has her arms hooked around my waist, and I feel her fingers curl into my shirt.
“What are we doing, Max? What is this?”
I drop my hand, finding hers and guiding her towards the couch. I’ve already laid out the wine and two glasses, so we both sit down. I pour us two glasses and hand her one, and then I look her in the eyes.
As many times as I practiced saying this over the months, and as sure of myself as I was an hour ago, right now is different. With her bright eyes staring at me, my certainty evaporates and my whole body starts to stress. My palms are sweaty, and I brush my hair back with my fingers.
“Naomi,” I start. I need to stop and take a breath. She puts her glass of wine down and places her hands on my thighs. Her touch helps, and I can keep talking. “I fucked up. I know I did. Before, with you, I didn’t act right. I shouldn’t have put you in that position and I shouldn’t have accused you of those things. I was a coward with anything relating to my parents.”
“Max…”
I shake my head. “It’s true. It wasn’t until you left that I realized how special you are. You gave me the courage to quit working for my father, and to pursue what I really want. You showed me what matters. You,” I say, tucking my finger under her chin. “Are incredible.”
“I also fixed your knee, if we’re listing my accomplishments.”
I chuckle, and my nerves evaporate. She takes my glass of wine from my hands and puts it beside hers on the table, and then slides her hands into mine.
“Let’s just start over,” she says. “Just like you said.”
“You and me. We can date. No engagement, no pressure, no contract. Just you and me.”
“Just you and me.”
A smile spreads across her face and her eyes twinkle.
“Is this a terrible idea?” She asks. “I can’t tell. It feels like a great idea, but I’ve been wrong about these things before, especially with you. You’ve got a way of making me forget about common sense.”
“Funny,” I reply. “You have the same effect on me.”
She laughs until I stop her with a kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck. I lean forward until she’s laying down on the couch and I lean on top of her. I drop my arm to her waist and roll my hips towards her. Her body feels just as good as I remembered.
No, it feels better.
She deepens her kiss, tangling her fingers into my hair. Her back arches and her breasts press against my chest.
I knew this would happen when she agreed to have dinner at my place. Well, I hoped it would happen. But now that she’s here in my arms? My body is going wild.
My heart is thumping, and my cock is rock fucking hard. Every time her fingers brush against an inch of skin, they set it on fire. I can’t get enough of her. I kiss her harder and she moans into my mouth.
Her hips press against me and I feel the heat radiating between her legs. She spreads her legs and squeezes them around me, sending another wave of heat through my body.
“Max,” she pants.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“And I missed your cock.”
I grin. “My cock missed you too.”
She laughs as I drop my hand between her legs. I wish we weren’t wearing so many clothes. My fingers run along the inside of her thigh as she closes her eyes and drops her mouth open. She lets out a soft sigh as I reach the apex of her thighs and lay my palm between her legs.
I want to savor every minute of this. I want to etch every touch, every sound, every smell into my brain so I never forget it. I want to worship her body and make her feel like a fucking queen.
I want to hold her, and never let her go.
I tear her jeans off, running my fingers up her silky thighs until I reach her sopping wet panties. They’re clinging to her lips as she shivers underneath me. I push her panties aside and feel the velvety wetness of her slit. She moans when my skin touches hers, rolling her hips towards me. She shivers when I roll her bud under my thumb, opening her eyes and panting. The emerald green of her irises looks almost hazy as she runs her fingers through my hair.
I drop my head between her breasts, inhaling her scent as she pushes back against my hand. When I slip my fingers inside her, she gasps.
This is heaven. It has to be. How else could I explain it? Watching the woman I love get closer and closer to orgasm—I love her. I know that. I’ve always known it, even when I tried to convince myself otherwise. Her back arches, and her walls clamp down around my fingers with surprising strength. Her honey covers my hand as she presses herself into me, digging her fingers into my shoulders. My lips find hers and she kisses me fervently.
I twirl my fingers around her bud, loving the way she moans at my touch. I kiss her again until her mouth falls open and I feel the orgasm wash over her.
I smile as my cock throbs. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
When she opens her eyes again, she stares at me and grins.
“My turn.”