I watched him do that for a few seconds, marveling at how that slight touch sent a shock of excitement up my leg. My chest felt heavy, and I felt my nipples puckering.
“You want this as much as I do,” he said. “I see it in the way you look at me.”
I turned my head to look at him and in a flash his face met mine, his lips taking mine. My mouth opened and his tongue took the invitation without hesitation. There was no stopping him, and at that point, I didn’t have any desire to stop anything he was doing.
He controlled the kiss, heated and slick, taking the lead with his sensual licks along my tongue.
Max pulled away from my face for a moment. “You’re not saying no.”
“I haven’t said yes, either.”
“Let me try to make you say it.”
His mouth took mine again.
Max’s hand slid up my thigh slowly. My heart rate increased in anticipation. One finger slipped under the elastic of the leg hole in my panties, and I felt the tip of his fingers brush against my wet folds.
“Oh, God,” I said into his mouth.
“That’s almost a yes.”
He kept teasing me with the tip of his finger, softly going a little farther each time, but not near my clit.
I took a handful of his hair and squeezed. It was thick, yet soft, and my grabbing it seemed to stir even more passion in him.
“We don’t need to take this off,” he said, tugging my shirt up. “But I have to see these.”
Max unclasped my bra, pushing it aside, exposing my breasts.
“God, Olivia…” His voice trailed off as he lowered his head and sealed his lips around my nipple. I watched the tip of his tongue tweaking it, as his hand squeezed and plumped up my other breast.
He took the other nipple into his mouth. They were both getting tighter now, due to his attention, and also as the cool air rushed across the wetness he left behind.
My skirt was riding up my hips. Max hooked his thumb into the waistband of my panties and started pulling them down my legs.
I looked down and saw that they’d come off one leg, but were now dangling from my other ankle. Max guided that leg up to the arm of the couch, pulling my other one over his lap, and I was spread wide and open for him.
I’d never felt so vulnerable to a man before. But then I’d never been with a man who took control like this, either.
“You haven’t said yes yet, Olivia.”
“Isn’t this position enough?”
He grinned. “Say it.”
His hand had crept back up my thigh. His fingers curled around the underside, leaving his thumb hovering just over me.
I looked at him. “Yes.”
I tilted my head back against the couch in reaction to his thumb making contact with my clit. He massaged it in slow circles, giving it more pressure, then less, then more again.
I was looking straight up at the ceiling when I felt his mouth on my neck. His tongue traced little circles, and then he’d suck a little.
The way he was working my clit was perfect, and I could have come just like that, but it wasn’t enough for Max. He moved his hand and slipped one finger inside me, turning it as he let it slide in and out in short strokes.
“You’re so open to me,” he said.
That voice had been enough to get me wet before, but the effect was a thousandfold with his fingers in motion on me, and in me.
“God, Olivia, you’re more than I bargained for.”
I was thinking the same thing about him. My mind was focusing on his hand, though, as he slipped a second finger in.
“Oh, yes, please,” I said.
“Tell me what you like.”
“That. Right..th-th-there….oh, God….”
With my leg over his lap, I could feel his hard cock through his pants. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel.
My hips bucked to meet his stroking fingers. I was holding nothing back.
I looked at Max. He was looking down between my legs so I looked down, too. If my legs had been spread any wider, they would have been perilously close to the cramping point. But there was no pain. It was all pleasure coming from Max’s skilled hand.
The way he fingered me was better than any sex I’d ever had.
My breath hitched in my throat and I gasped.
I wondered if they door was locked, and then thought that if someone walked in I wouldn’t have cared. This was too damn good.
I started moving the leg that was draped over his lap. Max’s cock strained against his jeans. I don’t know how he maintained the self-control to keep it there—he could have had his pants down in seconds and fucked me.
“I’m going to make you come, Olivia. This is all about you.”
There was my answer as to why he kept his pants on. This is all about you. I’d never had a guy say that to me. Such an idea had probably never crossed the minds of the guys I’d been with.
“Are you ready to come for me?”
“Yes. Yes.”
His mouth pressed to mine, deliciously powerful and possessive. He lowered his head and flattened his tongue over my nipple, then took it between his tongue and his upper teeth—a sensation of softness combined with just the slightest sharp edge.
His fingers picked up the pace, and the flat of his palm pressed against my clit. Perfect.
Max said, “You see how hot it could be? You and me?”
I was at the point where verbal responses were nearly impossible. At least coherent ones were. I made some kind of noise that was close to a squeak. Where did that come from? Max had drawn it out of me, somehow.
“Our sex will be so good. I could make you come a hundred different ways.”
After this performance—was he auditioning?—I didn’t doubt that he could.
“I want to see your eyes when you come, Olivia.”
I’d had my head tilted back again, and when I moved and looked at him, his mouth was slightly open.
“You feel how hard you got me?”
I nodded, pressing my leg down and feeling his erection. I had an image of it ripping right through his jeans.
“It’s going to be inside you soon, and you’ll return the pleasure I’m giving you now.”
“Max. Please….I want to….”
“Want to what? Want to come? Want to make me come?”
“All—all of it,” I stammered.
A wicked smile grew on the edges of his mouth. “Not yet. Not all of it. This is all you right now.”
“Oh, God, yes. I’m gonna…”
My words trailed off as he brought me to orgasm. My hips thrust against his hand. His two fingers were right on the spot I always found with my own fingers. A spot most guys never found, but Max had zeroed in on it with seemingly no effort.