She smiled, moved back to the bed and climbed on then slowly, on her knees, she crept up and over his body, never once taking her eyes off his.
As her face moved closer he raised his chin, obviously expecting her kiss, but she ignored him and continued moving up and over his body until her right breast hung like succulent fruit just above his lips.
Reaching up with his tongue, he tried to taste the morsel that hung just out of his reach but she pulled back, denying him the pleasure. He groaned.
She decided to take pity on him and lowered her breast so that the nipple grazed his lips. Immediately, he captured the puckered tip and sucked it into his mouth. He moaned.
And Silken moaned. She’d been denying him and denying herself for too long but now it felt sinfully sweet to have his lips on her. God, it felt good. Shifting her other nipple to his mouth, she cradled his head in her arms and let him suckle at her breast, her body melting against him as the pleasure flowed through her like honey.
Max shifted his head, letting the nipple pop out of his mouth. “Release me, Silken,” he rasped. “I want to touch you all over. Free my hands.”
“Not yet,” she said, still loving the feeling of control. “I’m not ready.” She wanted to torture him some more, slide back down his body and straddle his hips. She wanted to ride him like this, denying him his freedom, making him beg her for release.
“Now,” he growled, his eyes flashing with a fierce fire. “I want you, but not like this.”
His voice was firm, his face serious, and Silken decided not to push him any farther. She’d loved the power but now he was ready to retake control. With a sigh, Silken reached up and loosened the knot at the bedpost then she tackled the knot that bound his wrist.
As soon as he was free Max flexed his fingers then he reached up and cupped her face in his hands. “You can still be in charge,” he whispered, “but let me at least have the freedom to do this,” he drew her head down and gave her a gentle kiss, “and this”, he slid his hands over her back, sending a delicious shiver through her, “and this.” He cupped her bottom in his big hands and pressed her pelvis against his, his hardness rubbing against her clitoris, sending sparks shooting through her body.
Silken wriggled against him. She couldn’t help it. It felt so good, having his hardness pressed right there. She wanted more. She wanted it all. She drew in a shuddering breath, knowing that right now she wanted the whole length of him inside her.
Silken raised her head to look up at Max. “I’m ready,” she whispered. “Do you have protection?”
“Night table. Top drawer.”
In a flash she was off the bed and pulling a pack of condoms from the drawer. She’d ripped one out of its packet even before she got back to the bed.
There, she stopped. She glanced at Max’s penis, so stiff and proud, and then up to his face then back again. She’d thought about giving the condom to Max, letting him sheath himself, but his cynical smile made her ditch that idea. He thought she couldn’t do it, that she was a wimp. Well, she would prove him wrong.
Wrapping one hand around his penis, she positioned the condom at the tip with her other hand, then slowly rolled the rubber down its length. Satisfied, she climbed back onto the bed then gave him a questioning look.
In answer, Max rested his head back into the pillows and closed his eyes. “I’m all yours.”
Silken raised herself up and straddled his h*ps again, and this time she was determined to finish what she’d started. She had a throbbing ache between her legs that needed to be assuaged and there was only one way guaranteed to give her the release she craved.
Silken positioned herself so the tip of Max’s penis pressed against her entrance then slowly, gingerly, she sank down. For a second her body tightened, resisting the intrusion, but then Max slid his hands over her thighs, over her h*ps and up to her br**sts where he kneaded and caressed till her bones melted and the honey between her legs began to flow.
Her body now warmed by his touch, Silken received all of him and then she began to move, rocking back and forth, gently at first while her body grew accustomed to the feel of him, the size of him. And then, even as his hands continued to caress, she moved faster, planting her hands on his chest to steady herself.
And then, even as the sweet, sensual tension in her began to build, Max slid one hand between her legs to slide his thumb over her sensitive bud. And as he stroked back and forth, a slow and searing heat began to rise, causing her breath to quicken in her throat, and soon she was gasping and rocking, faster and faster, his magic fingers driving her, hurtling her toward her peak.
And now Max was gasping too, his h*ps bucking up into her, and all she could do was cling to him and ride the waves of pleasure as they dashed her into the shore.
“Oh, God, Silken.” The words burst from Max’s lips in a groan that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.
His cry of passion triggered Silken’s response and she cried out, clinging to him as he made one final thrust, driving himself deep inside as he found his release. Then the fire he’d stoked burst into flames that shot through her, making her shake all over.
Silken collapsed on top of Max and for a long while she lay there, her cheek pressed against his chest, her body rising and falling with his. Gradually their gasps stilled, their breathing slowed and Silken snuggled up under Max’s chin, enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped around her.
As she lay listening to the beat of his heart, she felt Max shift his head. When she looked up he lowered his lips to caress her forehead with a soft and gentle kiss.
“Thank you,” he whispered and gave her a smile that made her heart melt like chocolate on her tongue. “After a night like this, I don’t think I can ever let you go.”
At his words Silken ducked her head back down again, hiding her face against his chest. Those were the sweetest words he could have said to her…and the scariest.
Because she had no idea if it meant he loved her as much as – she now realized – she loved him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The next couple of months were probably the happiest time of Silken’s life. She and Max were a couple, going steady, whatever anybody wanted to call it. All she knew was that she and Max spoke every single day and saw each other almost every weekend and she couldn’t have been happier.