Page 104 of Maxim

“I trust you,” I tell him.

Glancing over my shoulder, I see him sink to his knees behind me. Then he leans forward and licks my pussy. My body reacts like it always does. It pushes into him wanting more.

It’s like my body is programmed to want him and only him. It reacts to his touch like I’m on fire. I love the way it makes me feel knowing I do the same to him.

My nails dig into the fabric of the couch as he slowly fingers me, his tongue lapping up the juices as they flow for him. Whenhe pulls out, I almost complain, but I’m stopped by his tongue on my clit. The little bundle of nerves reacts to his touch, making me feel antsy. I feel like I need something to push me over.

Maxim can read me like the back of his hand. As soon as the thought enters my head, his finger circles my clit harder as his tongue thrusts inside of me. I feel like he found the cheat code for my body as my orgasm hits me hard.

I scream out his name as I collapse into the couch, my breathing becoming ragged as the arm is shoved into my stomach.

Then I hear it. The condom being opened. He’s behind me then, pulling me up, releasing the pressure on my stomach. He holds my body to his as he whispers in my ear. “I fucking love you,???????.”

I’m shocked by his words, not because he hasn’t said them before but because of the certainty with which he says them. He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. He thrusts inside of me, pushing me back down into the couch as he grips my hips.

He thrusts inside of me with precision, hitting me in that spot that makes me see stars. I can feel myself clenching against him as my whole body tingles. I can feel my muscles tense as he reaches around, strumming my clit with his finger.

“Fuck, Maxim,” I moan out, unable to hold it any longer. My whole body goes languid as a bright light shines behind my eyes before there’s nothing but blackness.

My eyes slowly blink open as my body shakes from the intense release. Maxim is holding me up against him, whispering to me.

I can’t hear him at first through the ringing of my ears, but then the words become clear. He repeats himself over and over.

“I love you. You are so beautiful. You are my life.”

“I love you,” I croak out, my voice raw.

He turns me in his arms, picking me up bridal style before carrying me to the bedroom.

“You’re back. I was worried I broke you,” he jokes.

“I might be broken. I can’t feel my body,” I admit, giving him a smile.

“That was intense. You squeezed me so hard I thought I wasn’t going to get my dick back.”

“Well, I do like you inside of me,” I tell him as he lays me in bed.

“Stay here. I’ll clean up and join you.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I say through a yawn.

When he finally comes back, he uses a warm cloth to wipe between my legs. Then he climbs into bed beside me, wrapping his arms around me. I settle on his chest like I always do.

“I meant it, Olena. I love you,” he tells me in the silence of the room.

“I know. I meant what I said too. I love you.” I smile against his chest when I hear the relieved breath he lets out.

“Get some sleep,” he whispers, kissing my head.

I don’t reply. Instead, I let myself drift off into a blissful sleep with only one thing on my mind.

Maxim.

Drifting off to sleep with Olena in my arms is the best thing I could have ever hoped for. I love feeling her warmth next to me.

This is my favorite time of the day. My woman is fully sated while I lie here and stare at the ceiling, thinking about what life could be like.

It helps me compartmentalize what life is currently like, which isn’t very good outside of Olena.

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