Page 13 of One Weekend in Vienna

His touch gentles, but he doesn’t stop, working me through every last tremor, murmuring quiet words of encouragement that sound like filthy poetry.

When I finally come back to myself, he’s there, leaning over me, his forehead pressed to mine. His smile is soft, his eyes shining with something I don’t want to examine too closely.

Because then I might have to admit that my expression reveals the same thing.

“See?” he whispers. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

I laugh breathlessly, my hands finding his shoulders, pulling him closer. “You’re awfully proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

“I never do anything by half measure,” he admits, his grin widening. “But I’m not done yet.”

Before I can respond, he kisses me, slow and deep and full of promises he won’t be around to keep. But right now, with his weight pressing me into the mattress and his hands framing my face like I’m something precious, I don’t care.

The rest of the world doesn’t exist. There’s only Max.

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MAX

Ipull back slightly, just to stare down at her beautiful face. Her body is sated, relaxed underneath me, while mine is pulsating with need. Having her in my arms, feeling her body tremble because of what I’m doing to her – hearing her scream my name… This is bliss. I could die happy right this second, never going any farther than this.

Anna’s breathing slows from those soft little hitches that drove me crazy and I brush her cheek, unable to keep from touching her. She glances up at me from behind those long lashes and it’s like she’s peeling back every layer of my soul.

“Max,” she says softly, her hands brushing over my back. Her legs open and while I want nothing more than to slide into her softness and release the fire burning inside me, I’m not risking anything.

I’ve stripped her body bare, but I want her to be all in.

“Tell me you want this,” I say, hoarsely, needing the words.

She pulls me down for a kiss and I give in for a minute, letting my mouth plunder the softness of her lips. My heart is pounding, and my cock grazes her entrance as her hips slide upwards, seeking me. It’s sweet torture and I indulge in the tease, slipping against her wetness, desperate thrust hard and fast, but I hold back.

I hold myself up, her mewl of frustration making my cock twitch. “Say it, Anna.”

“I’m begging you…” she whimpers.

I shake my head. “Tell me what you want, beautiful girl.” I hold her in place, my fingers resting on her temples so there’s nowhere to look but directly at me. Her golden eyes are dazed with need. “Tell me who you want.” I nearly bite back the words, terrified she’ll hear the vulnerability in my voice, but I’ve wanted this – her – for so long and I need this commitment from her right now.

I’ll worry about the rest of the commitments I want later.

Her eyes darken to burnished copper and she licks her lips. “I want you, Max. I want you inside me.”

I groan, the words releasing something in my chest and drop my mouth to hers again. She whimpers, shifting against me so I can settle between her satin thighs. I press into her pussy, so hot and wet and slowly ease into her tightness. It’s a tease, and her nails scrape down my back as I thrust shallowly, with just enough friction to make both of us gasp, but not nearly enough to satisfy the driving ache building inside me.

“Harder,” she whispers, her nails digging into my muscles, an exquisite pleasure-pain that makes my cock surge, but I know my size and the last thing I want is to hurt her.

I still, even though I think I’m about to have a stroke. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart, taking my cock so easily. Just a little more patience.”

“I’m fresh out,” she wails, her pussy clenching around the tip of my cock.

Thank God, because if she does that again, I’m going to come before I get started.

I try to control my breathing, easing in another inch. “Good girl,” I murmur, noting the pretty pink flush on her chest that matches the dark pink of those succulent nipples. “Because I don’t think I can wait anymore either.”

I shift again, reaching down between us, gently sliding my fingers through her wetness. I stroke her clit, feeling the rush of wetness that lets me slide in all the way and my head falls back at the heavenly way her pussy tightness around my cock, like hot, wet silk.

“Fuck, Anna, you feel so goddamn perfect.”

My fingers feel how stretched she is around me and I work her flesh until she’s shivering and arching beneath me. Right now, her pleasure is the only thing that matters to me. Every time she lies in bed, every time she touches herself, I want her to remember how I make her feel.

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