Matt

Her place, my place, it didn't matter, but so far this evening was following my plan. Before I could make the suggestion that we continue the night somewhere private, she had beat me to it. I should have expected that. Maybe someday Mae would stop surprising me, but I hoped not.

That image I'd had of her that first day I realized she was working for me, the one where I messed up her put-together look with swollen lips and rough sex hair, that image plagued me on the drive home. And it didn't help that her hand pressed lightly against my thigh. It felt like my cock was a heat seeking missile and Mae was its target, just waiting to be fired. But I kept my cool long enough to get behind my sturdy front door. The moment I dropped my keys on the entry way table, though, it was on. 

I backed her up against the wall, shoving a knee between her legs as I braced myself on either side of her body. Immediately, her hips rolled, and I could feel the heat of her core rubbing along my leg. I pressed my body against her, glorying in the soft pillow of her breasts as I kissed her, claiming and exploring her mouth. We were both panting and her hands knew what they wanted, slipping underneath my coat to pull my back close to her and then sliding down to grab my ass. I grunted, the motion sending electric shocks straight to my balls, and I took a half step back. I needed to slow things down a bit. I had plans to make sure she never wanted to leave again. 

But Mae apparently had plans too, and she quickly dropped out of the circle of my arms and fell to her knees in front of me. Fuuuck. "Keep your hands on the wall," she commanded. "You are bound by my will." The words were an echo of what I had told her that night in the hotel room. I had never been one to be controlled, let alone enjoy it, but I knew in that moment that no matter what Mae asked of me, it was hers. 

She caressed my erection through my pants and my hips involuntarily jerked forward. With focused intensity, she undid my belt and unzipped my pants, pushing them and my boxers to the floor with no preamble. Her hands were on the front of my thighs, moving up over my hip bones, tracing the V of my groin. And at that moment she took me. Her mouth was a wet, tight wonderland. And then she started sucking. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight of her hollowing cheeks, of my cock sliding in and out of those pretty pink lips. It was everything I'd thought it would be and more. Her tongue pressed hard against the underside of my cock and then twirled around the head as she rose to it, her hand following behind, twisting as she bobbed up and down. This hadn't been in my plan, but I sure as hell wasn't going to say no to it. Besides, I figured it fell under the general directive of giving Mae what she needed. And I could tell by the way she sucked me down and her eyes fell in satisfaction that this was something she needed.

That thought was what tipped me over the edge. I didn't have any time to warn Mae because suddenly I was coming down her throat as I realized how much pleasure this was giving her, let alone me. Mae sucked my cum down greedily, though, and popped off with a satisfied smack when my cock finally stopped pulsing.

I fell to my knees beside her, resting my head on her shoulder. "Damn, woman. You're going to be the death of me."

I could feel her smile as her chin tilted downward, her head pressing against mine. "I hope not. I'd like to keep you around for a while."

I wasn't sure if she meant for just tonight or longer, but those words fed the craving I had for her. I stood, pulling her up with me. Instead of tucking myself into my pants, I simply removed them, the jacket and shirt quickly following. At that I scooped Mae up, her soft edges making promises I intended to collect. 

I brought her to my room, to my bed, and set her down gently. I didn't need to say anything, she was stripping the moment her feet hit the floor, naked before I had the chance to ask her to slow down. "I know you won't be ready to go for a while yet," she said, "but I'd love to lay with you."

As tempting as it was to indulge in one of my less carnal, more domestic fantasies of cuddling with Mae, there was something I had been waiting for months to do. 

"I think I can do better than that," I growled and was satisfied to see the smoldering fire catch and bloom in her eyes. "Lay down in the middle of the bed."

I crawled between her legs and marveled. The last time we had done this, it had been a storm, a frantic need. I had two months to think of all the things I hadn't had the chance to learn about Mae, two months to imagine how I would rectify that, and so I took my time, running my hands down her naked body, exploring her every curve, paying special attention to her delicious breasts that overflowed my hands. And when she was finally limp beneath me, her entire body relaxed, I lowered myself to her core and began enacting the fantasy I had dwelt on every night. She was absolutely soaked, and I let my tongue dance from side to side, teasing her lips, swiping up to nibble at her clit. I waited until she was a shaking, begging mess before I added a finger, targeting her g-spot with no mercy. I had let myself think before that there would be another chance to taste her release on my tongue and I had been wrong. I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass.

And when she came, it satisfied my every hope and expectation. Her walls clenched around my finger like a vise, and I remembered what it was like to be buried in her, feeling that same pressure milking me to completion. She screamed my name, she begged it, her entire vocabulary reduced to me. I licked and massaged her pussy after the first wave subsided and she jerked and twisted and arched until she came again, quieter, but no less fierce, her muscles clenching in sweet agony as the ability to even cry out was stolen from her in her bliss.

Only then did I finally ease away from her and climb up the bed to wrap my body around hers.

I had thought that maybe one more night with Mae would settle me, that it would ease this aching longing I had been carrying since I saw her sitting alone in that bar in the town I had left behind so long ago. But it hadn't. If anything, the feeling had intensified, and it scared me.

The only person I'd ever given a damn about in this life was Ms. Gracie, and she was gone now. Until Mae. And Mae had already left me once before. My arms tightened around her, locking her into place as she hummed in pleasure, pushing that amazing round ass back against my cock. It stirred in interest.

“So we’re going for round two this time?” I had to concentrate to keep my tone light and even. I felt like I was cracking at the seams, and every molecule of my being was asking one question: would she be here in the morning or not?

“I figured we were playing tournament style,” Mae responded.

“What sport though? Tennis? Roller Derby? Ping pong?”

Mae laughed, and the sound wrapped around my tattered heart, smoothing all its jagged edges and sneaking into every crack. “Oh, I'm sure we’ll figure the rules as we go along.”

I needed this woman with an intensity that terrified me. She was everything bright and good in this world. I was only pure determination, but she made me want to be more.

“What's the first rule?”

Mae pretended to think. “Well, each match must start naked.”

“Every match? That seems to be leaving out some very crucial undressing moves.”

“I wasn't thinking, you're right.” Her hand trailed across my arm, sparks following her touch. “And we can't say every match you have to start with clothes on, because that would be a lot of unnecessary putting on of clothes.”

“Very true,” I murmured in her ear, nibbling on the soft patch of skin just below it.

“Then perhaps each match simply needs to start with a declaration of intent. Like tennis has a serve.”

What would she do if I declared my intent right now? That I wanted her in my bed, my life, forever. Would she run away? Would I lose this game?

I shifted my hold on her to scoop one ample breast in one hand, as well as I could, and left the other hand to drift down to her slit. “Like, ‘I'm going to push you up against that wall and fuck you so hard you can't remember your name’?”

She moaned as I teased her clit, diving further back to pick up moisture. Damn, she was wet. “That's—that’s a good one,” she gasped.

If we were sticking to tennis analogies… “I believe you have to hit a return to me.” I curled my fingers inside her and her eyes went blank.

“Uhh…”

“Shall we say point to me?”