“I love you too, Max,” I said, boldly crashing my lips against his.
His essence filled me, and I thought the air would smell better if it always had his scent. He melted against me, pressed flush against me, and kissed me like I held all the oxygen he needed to survive.
His big hands cupped my cheeks, the callousness rubbing against my skin as he nipped on my lips tenderly. I released a moan against his mouth, a signal to speed past the foreplay and head to the main course.
I wanted this man in the wildest ways anyone could think of. But he was playing hard to get now.
He took his time, his tongue flicking and sucking on my collarbone as he ground his throbbing hard-on against my stomach. Then, his mouth hovered just above the taut skin, begging for his attention beneath the bra. He ignored it and kissed the line down to my navel instead.
His nails dug into my hip, and every part of my body danced with excitement when he cupped my ass.
A light spank, and I gasped. My fingers fisted his hair, and he didn't mind.
My breath hitched. If I was right, he was about to go down on me.
I gripped the sheets on either side of the bed, a fistful between my grasp as he fingered the elastic band of the panties. With a rough nudge, he spread my legs farther apart, and I shut my eyes when his fingers slipped in, tracing the spot where the aching pulse throbbed.
I shifted and pushed myself closer to him, and his finger stroked my folds.
My hips bucked, and I moaned, craving more.
“You're wet, wife.” Maxim's voice was deep and filled with desire. “So wet and ready for me. You want me to take care of you, don’t you?”
I nodded breathlessly, “Yes, Max. Please.”
His finger moved faster, stroking me, teasing me. I could feel my release building, the pressure growing stronger with each stroke.
“You need more, don't you, my sweet wife?” He whispered in my ear, and I knew he was going to take me over the edge. He was going to give me what I needed.
“Yes, Max,” I whimpered, “Please, I need you.”
Slowly, Maxim pushed his finger inside me, filling me completely. My world spun as he began to move his hand, pumping me harder and faster. My pleasure built, and I cried out, my orgasm crashing
A satisfied grin played on his lips. “Good girl.”
He leaned in, kissing me deeply and passionately, and I felt as if my entire body was alight with desire. I could feel his erection pressing against me, hard and needy.
With one swift movement, he pulled my panties off, and I was now completely naked, exposed to him. His hunger for me was evident in his eyes, and it made me weak in the knees.
“I want you, Gianna,” he whispered rough against my lips. “I want to take you in every way possible.”
I melted into him, my hands reaching for his face, my lips catching his. “Then take me, Max.” My voice was low and pleading.
With that, he grabbed me by the hips and flipped me onto my hands and knees. His fingers traced the curve of my spine, sending shivers down my back. I arched into his touch, yearning for more.
He slammed into me, each stroke deeper and faster than the former.
My head spun as he claimed me, my moans echoing in the room as he took me. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, our breaths mingling with each new thrust. He reached around and tweaked my nipples, causing me to cry out his name.
“You’re so perfect, Gianna,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “I want nothing more than to be inside you like this forever.”
I whimpered at his words, the need for him growing stronger with each passing moment. He continued to thrust into me, his longing for me clear in every movement.
“Max, I need you to...to...ah!” My words trailed off as I felt my second climax building within me. I knew I was close, my body responding to his every touch, his every stroke.
“Come for me, Gianna,” he growled, cupping my breast from behind. “Come while I'm inside you.”
“Max…” I cried, my voice echoing off the walls as my body convulsed around him. My climax washed over me, my release twining with his, the intimacy of the moment causing me to tremble.