Page 115 of Moonlit Nights & Northern Lights
But I needed more.
“Another,” I demanded, forgetting to behave.
“What?” Maxwellsounded panicked. “Are you sure?”
I whined, pushing down harder on his hand. “Please.”Please, please, please.
Maxwell’s expression was a mix of concern and desire as he slowly withdrew his finger, adding more lube before carefully pressing two fingers against my entrance. I forced myself to relax, to be patient as he eased them in with that same infuriating caution.
I reached down to guide his hand again, but Maxwell captured my wrist with his free hand, squeezing tightly.
“Let me,” he said, voice low and commanding.
His fingers curled inside me, searching, and when they brushed against that spot, I arched off the bed with a strangled cry. Maxwell’s eyes widened, watching my reaction with fascination as he repeated the motion, more deliberately this time.
“There?” he asked, pressing firmly.
“Fuck—yes—right there,” I gasped, relishing the fullness, the perfect pressure against my prostate. His fingers now stroked inside me with growing confidence, stretching and scissoring.
I couldn’t help imagining how his tongue might feel there—hot and wet and—
Suddenly Maxwell’s fingers were gone, and I was tumbling through the air. He’d flipped me over, leaving me momentarily disoriented, face pressed into the pillow.
Strong hands grabbed my hips, pulling them up and back toward him. Before I knew what was happening, Maxwell’s tongue pressed against my hole, and I forgot how to breathe.
Resplendent.
Divine.
Perfection.
His mouth offered me gorgeous pressure, the wet heat of it pulsing and probing, each sweep of his tongue igniting constellations beneath my skin as he explored me with heady confidence. My cock was stirringback to life, the oversensitive flesh responding to every flick of his tongue with sharp jolts of pleasure that bordered on too much.
Throughout it all, his hands never stopped moving—strong fingers caressing my thighs, kneading the muscle there before sliding up to stroke my lower back, his long arms easily reaching to trace patterns along my spine that made me arch into his touch.
I heard myself making sounds—half words and broken pleas—pleaseandmoreanddon’t stopandfucking hell, Theo,all tangled together in breathless desperation, my usual sharp tongue reduced to fragments. Possibly, I could come again just from this, if I moved to thrust against the bed, but I wanted Maxwell inside me.
I pushed myself up slightly, glancing back over my shoulder. “Give it to me,now,” I gasped out, then remembering my manners, added, “Please.”
Maxwell responded with a light smack to my bottom that made me yelp in surprise and delight. I heard the cap of the lube bottle click open, followed by the wet sound of him slicking himself up.
I quickly positioned myself on hands and knees, pushing my ass up invitingly. Blood rushed through my ears as I felt that first press of Maxwell’s spectacular cock against me.
Gripping me tightly, he edged in so slowly I wanted to scream with frustration. I wiggled my ass back, trying to take more of him.
His hands clamped down on my hips, holding me firmly in place. “Have you seen the size of my dick?” he growled. “I don’t want to split you apart.”
I almost joked that I’d had bigger, but actually, I wasn’t sure that was true.
“And… I can’t bear to feel your pain. You won’t be able to hide it from me.”
Beneath his commanding grip, I could feel him trembling, his thighs quivering against the backs of mine. With restraint? With… nerves?
“Hey,” I said softly. I shuffled forwards, then twisted around, pushing Maxwell sideways until he was flat on his back. “I got this.”
Heseemed stunned, though he let me position him like a doll, his eyes wide, unblinking. I leaned down and kissed his cheek tenderly, the lovely stubble brushing against my skin.
“You wanted me to be on top anyway,” I said with a wink.
