Page 67 of Rematch
He briefly pulled away from my neck to pull my top up over my head. He didn’t even take a chance to admire the lace bra I had underneath it. His mouth went straight back to my skin. This time, he peppered his kisses down my chest to my breasts.
He kissed around the top of my soft spheres, making a beeline down towards my covered nipples. Gently, he pulled the cup down, revealing my nipple, freshly hard and pointed.
My sensitive skin was cold under the newfound air, but quickly warmed as he captured it in his mouth.
A moan left my lips from the sparks each quick flick of his tongue sent through my body. My hips bucked underneath him as some of the lightning struck between my pussy. It ached and throbbed for some attention. I found some relief from rubbing myself against his dick, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him inside me. Soon.
Max alternated to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Again, his hand slid down my ribs to my hips. It glided over the hem of my jeans towards the button. Tugging at it, he popped his lips off my nipple and asked, “Can I take these off?”
Nodding, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back down for another kiss.
As our lips tangled again, he undid the button of my jeans and started sliding them down my legs. He rubbed his palms over my bare thighs once they were off.
With less fabric between us, I was able to grind against him a bit more easily. This time, he moved with me. He pressed his dick between the outline of my lower lips and met each buck with his own.
The heat burning in my veins rose to another few degrees, damn near making me sweat.
Max pulled out of our kisses to pepper more along my face and neck. He made a beeline down my chest to my breasts down my stomach and finally to the hem of my panties. Pushing himself further down the bed, he kissed my pussy over the fabric, teasing me with the pressure and outline of his lips.
“Max,” I whined.
The vibration from his chuckle rumbled against my pussy. “Alright, alright,” he murmured. “I’ll give you what you want.” He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs.
Sitting upright, he grabbed one of my legs and raised it up on his shoulder. He started yet another trail of kisses down my leg, starting from my ankle and moving down my calf and thighs to my pussy.
When he reached his destination, he stopped with the delicate, sensual kisses and went full throttle. With both arms wrapped around my thighs, he lapped mercilessly at my pussy.
I gasped in surprise and arched from back from the ambush of sensations rolling through my body.
Max didn’t even pause at the sound. Ignoring me, he sucked my clit into his mouth and greedily licked the bud as if it were his last meal on Earth.
I grinded against his face, unable to control my body’s reactions. One of my hands tangled in his short curls while the other gripped the pillow under my head. Moans slipped from my throat every other moment. Even his name sounded like one, each short syllable dragged out and nearly incomprehensible.
His grip on my legs tightened as they started to tremble. A tell-tale sign my body was about to combust.
I tried to wiggle myself upwards, away from him, but his hold tightened on my legs. “Uh-uh,” he said, glancing up at me. “You’ve kept this pussy away from me for long enough. I’m not stopping until I’ve gotten every single drop.”
My back arched off the bed as his mouth returned to my pussy, hitting every single nerve. Clutching his short curls, I rode Max’s tongue through the immense wave of pleasure washing over me. A scream escaped my lips as my orgasm possessed me. I twitched and squirmed, but Max didn’t let up. He lapped every bit of the juices flooding from my pussy, catching every last drop.
His mouth glistened with my essence when he finally pulled his head up. “Mmm,” he said, licking the leftovers off of his lips. “You taste even better than I remember.”
To hide the blush spreading across my face, I grabbed his neck and pulled him back into a passionate kiss. The flavor of myself on his tongue added more heat to the fire Max temporarily doused. The ache between my thighs pulsed harder, begging for more than his tongue.
My hands lowered to the waistband of his jeans. I undid the button and started pushing it down his hips. “Max,” I whispered between our wet, sloppy kisses. “I need you.”
Reluctantly, he pulled out of our kisses to dig through the drawer of his nightstand for a condom.
I pushed down his pants while he ripped the packaging open. His dick sprung out of his boxers, thick and ready, straining with the same urgency that pulsed through me. He glanced up at me as he slipped the condom on, noticing my stare on his dick.
He leaned out, crashing his lips against mine again.
As we kissed, he rubbed the tip of his dick up and down my entrance, preparing for the driving thrust.
An involuntary gasp escaped my lips as he pushed into me. It’d been a minute since I’ve been with anyone comparable to his size. Long and thick, he could tear me apart if he really wanted to. But, like the times before, he eased me into it with slow, gentle thrusts.
His lips left mine and returned down to my neck. He made more hickeys there, syncing his licks and sucks with his thrusts. His teeth dug into my skin as he pushed himself deeper. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re so tight, ma.”
His deep voice only added more heat to my pussy. With my legs around his waist, I pulled myself up and down his dick, meeting each stroke midway.
