Beyond Eighteen (23 page)

“I want to watch you undress. I want to see
you put on that little black thing you bought for me,” he said as
he backed up and pressed the lock on the door. As if he owned the
rights to watch me undress, his eyes gazed at me, never leaving my
body as I stood up and started to pull off my top.

“Wait, slow down. Tease me,” he said as he
stood just inches away from me.

“Okay, but you can’t touch me until I say,”
I teased breathily.

“I don’t know if I can do that,” he
grumbled.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and
slowly dragged my hands through my hair then caressed them down
either side of my neck across my breasts before catching the bottom
edge of my top. I swayed and pulled it around my waist, dancing
just enough before enticing him by exposing my navel.

Max slipped his tongue across his bottom
lip, which he then bit. As his jaw clenched I noticed by the pulse
in his neck that his heartbeat had sped up. He reached out, trying
to catch me at my waist. I swatted his hand away.

“Uh, uh, uhhh, noooo touching,” I scolded
him, in a sensual voice.

“Come on, babe, this is torture,” he
whined.

“Well, I can see that.” I noticed his body
was ready and reacting to my strip tease. I didn’t even have my
shirt off yet and he was already breaking our deal trying to touch
me.

Max dropped his hand to the front of his
pants, adjusting the pressure against his zipper. I tugged off my
top and tossed it at him. He caught it then immediately threw it on
the floor and pulled off his dark t-shirt. His muscles flexed and
moved under his flawless warm skin. A smile crept across his face.
The same smile that always clung to my gut and made me tingle at
the apex of my legs.

Play hard to get…don’t give in and touch
him…don’t touch him…
I kept chanting in my head. I looked away,
building the strength I needed to keep my distance. I knew the
payoff would be worth it. I slipped my hands across my bra, down
past my stomach to the waist of my pants. I pushed my fingers in
between my skin and the button before skimming my eyes up Max’s
perfect body. I lingered at his mouth long enough to evoke the
feeling of his lips on me. I met his eyes as they narrowed and
cased me. I smiled delicately, knowing the minute I had my pants
off he wasn’t going to be able to keep his hands off me.

“Wiiilsoooon,” Max groaned as he watched me
move my hips back and forth while unbuttoning my pants. He started
working on the top button of his own waistband. I smiled as my
swaying turned into a movement that tugged Max and everything he
had toward me. My jeans grazed my thighs as I pushed them down and
stepped out of them. Turning my back to Max, I slipped my hands up
into my hair and rocked my hips back at him before I felt his hands
slip across my ass. He crept them around my hips, resting them
between my thighs, and I felt him thrust against my backside.

“So beautiful, Wilson, you drive me crazy. I
changed my mind. I don’t need you to dance or tease me any more,”
Max whispered as his lips clung to my shoulder blade before tracing
up the back of my neck. His weight was heavy across my spine as I
bent forward; his body cocooned me perfectly in his embrace. “Show
me how much you want me,” Max growled across my ear as his hands
slipped behind the front panel of my panties. His fingers coerced
me into spreading my legs apart as I pushed my ass back against
him. The more he brushed and tapped his fingers against me, the
faster my breathing sped. My knees bent and my hips hungered for
him. My body was screaming at him to make love to me. Max pushed
his other hand down into the cup of my bra, palming my breast. My
nipples were rock hard. I was tingling for him to circle his tongue
around my breasts. I needed to turn around; I needed his mouth
tasting down the front of me. My mind was still swimming in the
memory of what it felt like when he made love to me from behind.
Rational thoughts existed way beyond my reach as the frantic need
for him to fulfill me swallowed every available space in my
mind.

“Are you going to make love to me now?” I
said, breathy, hoping to provoke him to take me like he did earlier
in the bathroom.

“Do you want me to?” he asked as he kissed
my spine and unsnapped my bra with one, deft twist of his wrist.
With my breasts free, the tingling increased as the desire to have
him make love to me swelled exponentially around my body.

His fingers circled and tapped with just
enough pressure to keep me on the edge of ecstasy. I tried to
answer him, “Yyyeesss.”

“You like that?” Max answered as his fingers
moved faster between my legs. All I could do was nod. I didn’t want
to climax this way. I didn’t want to reach the top without him. I
wanted to feel him. I wanted us to climb there together. But it was
too late. He had me riding the wave of euphoria as it became
something instinctual, carnal within me. I was about to explode
when he stopped, pulled his hand out from my panties, turned me
around, and kissed me hard as he shuffled me over to the bed. The
back of my legs met the edge of the mattress. His arms that were
once wrapped protectively around my back were gone before he pushed
me back onto the bed.

“Tell me how bad you want me. Tell me how
much you need me,” Max narrowed his emerald eyes. His tousled black
hair was a perfect mix with his eyelashes as he blinked.

“I need you. God, you don’t know how much I
need you to make love to me. Please make love to me,” I breathed as
I lifted my hips and pulled my panties down to my ankles.

Max slipped his hands around his waist, and
in one motion, dragged off his pants and boxers. He leaned over and
grabbed my feet, pulling them off the bed, which caused my lower
body to collide with him.

“I’m going to make love to you real slow,”
he sighed before he pulled my ankle up to his lips. Our eyes met as
I watched him drag his lips down the inside of my leg to my knee.
Goose bumps spread across every inch of my flesh as the edges of
his hair tickled and poked at my skin. My nipples erect, my hips
automatically swayed as the space between my legs begged for him,
any part of him. I reached out for something, meeting only air; my
fingers stretched to tangle in his thick onyx hair. I just needed
to pull him down against me.

God, I want to tell him he’s my…everything.
He is the salt in my ocean, the sweet dream that saves me from
nightmares, and the breath that feeds me oxygen.

Max’s hands explored the curve of my hips
and the hollow space of my lower back before he clung to my hips
and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. My hands trailed
behind my head. I watched him as he kneeled between my knees,
kissing the inside of my thigh. His nose led as his lips followed.
I lay back as his hands mapped their way up across my stomach to my
breasts. As I pushed my head back into the bed, his tongue found
me. His hands manipulated my nipples as the swell of euphoria he
ushered in earlier found its way back to me. I dropped my knees and
locked my hands into his hair as I pushed him harder down against
me. He brought one of his hands in between my legs and I felt his
fingers dance against me before he pushed inside, steadily building
a rhythm that mirrored the speed of his warm tongue. He hummed and
breathed against me. My hips quaked, my body vibrated, and suddenly
an animalistic sound came out of me. One I never heard or knew
existed within me until that moment. I panted, howled, and cried
out as I exploded against his mouth. Still he pushed harder against
me, his tongue still searching for the second roar of euphoria that
my body ached for. My legs shaking, my body trembling, my mouth dry
from panting, he made me detonate a second time. Tears rolled down
into the curves of my ears, evidence that he’d taken me somewhere
I’d never been before—not like that. My hair was damp with how hot
he made me. I was perspiring everywhere as chills rolled across my
flesh.

My breathing ragged, I lay there trying to
gather my wits and comprehend what had just happened between us.
All the feelings that Max had pushed and pulled through me. He made
every cell in my body reach a frenzy that captured every urge,
every flash of ecstasy, every ounce of synergy created between
us.

Max slinked up my body, pressing his chest
across my pelvis before dragging himself onto me. His warmth was
enough to flush the chills through my bones up to the surface. I
felt his desire catch and press at the crux of where we fit
perfectly together. His hands wrapped strongly across my shoulders
before he slid them down and pressed them into the bed, giving him
the ability to lift his body off of mine. The space between us was
just enough to create a weightless vacancy that caressed and teased
every womanly space in my body, feeding my desire to feel him press
heavily against me again.

Desperate to connect with him, I pulled my
feet onto the bed and thrust my hips against him. My thighs were
burning as I pushed up and glided perfectly against his length.
Max’s instinctual motion to sway down across me woke up every nerve
feeding the pinnacle between my legs. I caught his backside in my
hands, feeling his ass go concave as his muscles compressed with
every movement of him rubbing back and forth across me. This only
fueled my scorching need to feel him from the inside. I was more
than ready to create a rhythm that burrowed deep in my soul over
and over again until we both climaxed together. Our grinds, moans,
and motion grew to a passionate exchange of us needing each
other.

“Max…condom—” I breathed between pants and
moans as he kissed me emphatically. My heart and body fought to
keep him against me, but my mind knew he had to get up and get into
his nightstand drawer.

“Mmmm, ‘kay, babe,” he growled. It felt like
a ripcord was pulled from down low in my gut and chills ripped
through my flesh as he shifted his body off mine and reached for
his nightstand.

“Hurry,” I moaned. I wrapped my arms around
my body, working to collect the anticipation building inside of me
as I heard the crinkling of the wrapper, then a moment he filled
with a low sigh. I closed my eyes, letting images of him fill my
head—his muscles as they flexed when he walked, his black lengthy
hair that tangled perfectly with my fingers as I pushed him down
past my waist, his eyes as they tore through my soul, searching for
everything that made me who I was when I was with him. I lay still,
waiting for the moment when I could feel his touch return to
me.

“Open your eyes,” Max said standing above
me. I did. Slowly my eyes made their way up his body. From his
thighs, across his desire for me, up his happy trail past his
navel, across his six-pack to his broad chest. I licked his lips
with my sight, caressed his nose with my vision, until finally I
reached his gorgeous green eyes. I wanted him to recognize how
deeply I was in love with him. He collected my foot in his hands,
and as if we were starting again from the beginning, he dragged his
nose across my arch, inhaling slowly across the inside of my ankle
up to my knee, and pressed his lips to the inside of my thigh
before he looked up at me.

“I want you to watch me kiss your entire,
beautiful body inch by inch.”

My body was vibrating at such a level, I
thought I was going to combust before he even got a chance to press
his tongue to any part of my skin.

“Max, I don’t think I can last that
long.”

Max looked down my leg. He noticed I was
shaking as he dragged his fingertips down past my hip.

“You cold?” he asked as a sexy, lustful
smile crept across his face. “Or is this your body begging for
me?”

His words gave me goose bumps just as much
as his fingers did. I couldn’t take it any longer. I didn’t want
any more space to occupy the gap between us. I pushed up and
wrapped my arms around his neck. Nothing could stop me from
bringing him down on top of me. It was like a thousand captured
butterflies busted free from the recesses of my body and snatched
at any nectar they could find. Max fell heavy against me, smiling
as he slipped his arms around my shoulders and his hands found
either side of my face. Gently, he cleared the wisps of hair off of
my cheeks.

“I want you now,” I whispered.

He looked at me as if I was the most
important person in the world to him. He slid the tip of his tongue
across his bottom lip, leaving a trace of his flavor for me to
taste. I pushed up to his mouth, nibbling his bottom lip until I
caught it between my teeth. He pushed down against me, giving me
what forever feels like with him. Our tongues tangled, mingling
with every intention that would eventually sail deliciously across
each other’s flesh.

With his body steady against me, hovering
for a moment before he pushed inside, his mouth tracked across my
cheek to my ear.

“Want me to push? God, I need to push,” Max
growled.

“Yes, I need you to push…hard,” I whispered
as I let my knees drop to the sides. I felt every muscle between my
legs reach for him as he slowly pushed in and pulled back. It was
as if he wanted this time to last longer than any other we had
before. No, he didn’t take me forcefully; he gave me a slow,
building wave of give and take until I couldn’t stop myself from
thrusting against him and rolling my hips. He grew in rhythm with
me, catching my legs and pulling them up across his shoulders
until, finally, he reached that spot within me that sent me places
I didn’t know existed. He owned every sacred area in my body. He
growled and huffed; I panted and gasped in response. Then his jaw
tightened, his lips pulled across his teeth, and his eyes narrowed
as his sharp, edgy black hair fell across his eyes. His hips
quickened and that was it. We exploded together as our love went
from something we thought we wanted to something we discovered we
needed.