Page 87 of Rematch
His hands dragged down my waist, over my ass, to my thighs. Grabbing handfuls of my dress, he hiked the fabric up my legs. It bunched up around my waist, exposing the lace panties hiding underneath. He wrapped his large hands around the back of my legs and lifted me off of my feet.
As my legs locked around his waist, he turned us around and gently slammed my back against the door, pinning me between the wood and his body.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my fingers creep into his hair. His curls, slowly growing back to their familiar length, twisted around my fingers.
Max’s kisses drifted from my mouth to my jaw, then my neck, hungry and sure.
I arched my head back to give him more access.
He sucked and nipped at my skin, creating a mural of hickeys.
Every lick and bite made the ache forming in my pussy grow stronger and stronger. I bucked my hips against him, searching for some friction to ease it. The pressure of his dick against me wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I pulled his head up and kissed him again. My tongue stormed his mouth and took his captive around my lips.
He groaned as I sucked on it.
Pulling me away from the door, he turned on his heel and carried me through the apartment to his bedroom.
I clawed at the buttons on his shirt as we made the journey there, undoing every single one. Eagerly, I pushed down what I could of his sleeves and ran my palms over the curves of his bulging biceps and the defined muscles of his shoulders.
Still interlocked, he lay us down on the bed. He briefly released the hold on my legs to tear his shirt off of his arms.
With his torso finally bare, my hands wandered from his shoulders, down his chest and abdomen to the belt of his pants.
As I tugged at the metal buckle, Max grabbed the end of my dress and pulled it up over the rest of my body.
Our kisses broke as the fabric came up over my head.
I blushed at the adoration in Max’s eyes as they raked over my body, barely covered in the lace bra and panties.
“Damn,” he whispered. “This all mine?”
“Mhm.”
“Hm.” He leaned in and captured my lips again. “I must be blessed.”
His dick pressed against my pussy as our tongues tangled again. He pushed his hips against mine in a slow, teasing rhythm. Every grind flicked another spark at the fire burning between our bodies. The ache in my pussy intensified with every moment he wasn’t inside me.
I undid his belt and the fly of his pants. After pushing his pants off of his hips, I stuck my hand into his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his dick.
He groaned into my mouth as I slid my palm up and down the length. The sound was music to my ears.
I hooked one of my legs around his waist and flipped us over. Breaking our kisses, I trailed my lips around his jaw and neck. I continued down the length of his torso, kissing every muscle on his chest and abdomen. My hand remained around his dick the entire time.
It was throbbing by the time I reached it, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.
I gingerly licked around the tip as my palm still worked the length. I flicked at the pre-cum with my tongue, slowly licking all of it off.
Max stared down at me with his bottom lip between his teeth and one brow cocked, waiting to see what I’d do next.
I opened my mouth and slid him inside of it. Slowly, I inched my way down his length, determined to take in as much as I could.
He hit the back of my throat, and I tried not to gag as I pushed myself back up.
“It’s alright, ma,” Max encouraged, setting his hand on the back of my throat. “Take your time.”
Taking his advice, I wasn’t so adventurous with my next bob. I went down slow, flicking my tongue in circles around him. The tip of my tongue traced his thick veins and rolled around the tip as I came up.
