He looked up at me. “I lust for every inch of your body, and I’m going show you.”
I arched my back so he could unclasp my bra, and he tossed it off the bed. He lowered his head, and traced circles around my left nipple, then my right, then back to the left one where he opened his mouth wide and sealed his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth.
Since becoming pregnant, my nipples were hypersensitive, and Max was clearly picking up on that fact, giving them more time and attention than he ever had. I squirmed beneath him as the sensation radiated from my breasts to all of my extremities.
I could have stayed there for hours as the tortuous pleasure engulfed me, but Max had other ideas.
Gently, he turned me onto my side, his tongue never leaving my skin, sliding along my side, then to my back as he positioned me onto my stomach.
I felt his soft, warm kisses on the middle of my back. Then higher, between my shoulder blades, and higher still, to the back of my neck as he swept my hair off to the side.
As he made a trail of soft kisses down my spine, he hooked his fingers inside the waistband of my panties.
Moving his mouth down lower to the small of my back, then to the curve of my ass, he slipped the underwear down my legs, following down the back of my right leg, kissing and licking along the way.
Then to my left ankle, and back up my left leg, slowing as he neared the top, then surprising me by biting me lightly on the cheek of my ass.
Max turned me onto my side, facing him. His head was still near my waist. He lifted my leg and brought it to his face, kissing the inside of my thigh, then moving farther up.
Rolling me over onto my back, he said, “I’ll never get enough of you, Liv.”
His tongue dragged up my thigh, just passing by my sex, and coming to a stop on my inner hip, where he kissed it and looked up at me.
A few quick, teasing licks of my clit. My hips rocked upward, reacting to his tongue. With one hand on each of my thighs, he spread my legs wider.
I thought he was about to make me come with his mouth, but he moved. He knelt between my legs and swiftly pulled his shirt off.
He then unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipper and let his pants fall to his knees, then pushed his underwear down.
I watched his fully erect cock spring free of the constraint of his boxer briefs, and his hand was immediately wrapped around his shaft.
He stroked himself, from base to tip, letting his thumb glide over the swell of the head, picking up the little bubble of moisture that had gathered there. He spread the silky precome around the head of his cock, and I could see it glistening from the lamplight.
Even after countless times being with Max, I still marveled at the sight of him naked — the way his muscles flexed and rippled under his taut skin.
“You’re gorgeous, Liv, and it’s been a while since I’ve fucked you like I should.”
His voice was deep and like a breathy rumble, and the way he matter-of-factly announced what he was going to do to me almost made me beg for it.
But I didn’t have to.
I felt the weight of his cock resting just above my sex as he leaned down to kiss me on the lips. His erection seemed to be radiating heat as it lay against my clit.
One slight shift, and the head of his cock penetrated me. Then another push, and he was inside.
“You’re so wet,” he said, tilting his hips left, then right, settling himself deep inside me.
He was going slow now. With each thrust in, he did that squeezing thing, making his thick erection swell even more.
I wanted this badly, and he was deliberately drawing it out to a tease. I tried to shift my weight and roll him over so I could ride him.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a half-grin as he grabbed my wrist, holding me firmly on my back.
“Trying to get on offense?”
“Yes. I need it,” I said.
He shook his head, adding a frown for effect. “Sorry, but you’re on defense from now on. No more offense for you.”
Max was tonguing my nipples again and doing that light biting thing that always drove me wild.
“You don’t think I can get on offense?” I said.
Without moving his head, he shifted his gaze to meet my eyes. “No.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” he said, and thrust his cock harder into me. “Really.”
God, he was tempting me. Testing me.
I locked a leg around his and tried to flip over once more.
“No dice,” he said, his hips now moving in a rolling motion — side to side and back and forth — as he fucked me harder.
His eyes bore a hole through mine. The intense, possessive, controlling stare only made me want to ride him more.
I tried again.
“You want this,” he said.
“I want to be on offense.”
My breath hitched as his cock penetrated me all the way to the hilt. I was wet and warm, but I could feel how hot his cock was, like steel sheathed in satin against my aching core.
“Fine,” he said, “but I’m still calling the plays.”
And he flipped us over, his erection staying inside me.
He raised his knees slightly.
“Lock your legs with mine,” he breathed.
I did just as he said.
I was bent over slightly and in his gravelly, low voice he told me to sit straight up. “I want to watch as much as I can while you ride it.”
I sat up as he told me to and he placed his hands on my thighs.
Once again I felt impaled on his length.
I started to slide up along his cock by pushing up with my legs.
With his hands on my legs, though, he stopped me.
I looked down at his stone cold expression.
He said, “You’ll get to do it your way in a minute. But now you do it how I want it.”
Fuck. He was teasing me again, and testing me. And I loved every second of it.
“Roll your hips like I was,” he said.
I moved them in a gyrating motion, and felt his cock burying deeper as I did so. Around and around in a circular motion, then switching direction.
I put my hands on his firm stomach to steady myself. I threw my head back.
Then I felt his thumb on my clit, moving in its own circular motion.
I wasn’t going to last long, and as it became obvious — through my breathing and the way my hip movements were starting to jerk — Max’s thumb retreated.
I had been on the verge of coming, and he had stopped it.
“Not cool,” I said.
His eyebrows rose and fell quickly. “This is how I want you to come.”
“This isn’t exactly offense,” I said.
“You need to come.”