Beautiful Bombshell
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“Max.” Her voice was strained, wrapped tight around the single syllable.
“Hmm?” I tasted her again, letting my eyes fall closed. “You’re so perfect right here.” I kissed her right where she would take me inside. “Right f**king here.”
“Please. Now.” Her thighs trembled in my hands.
“You don’t want to come on my mouth?” I asked, already pushing to stand and unfastening my belt.
“I know we don’t have a lot of time. I want to feel you inside before you have to leave.”
Pushing my boxers down my thighs, I teased at her entrance, sliding my c**k up and over her clit. “Before we begin, I need your thoughts on something.”
She moaned, pushing back into me. “Need to know where to put it?”
I bent and kissed her back, laughing. “No, you naughty f**king girl. This will be too quick for that.”
She licked her lips, waiting.
Poised just barely inside her, I asked, “Shall I take you bare? I do have a condom in my pocket.”
Her breath hitched. “Bare.”
My chest squeezed and I stared down at her, wanting to absorb the moment just a little f**king longer. She was tied to a table, naked and ready for me. My silk tie dragged along her spine as I bent over her, and the deep blue contrasted perfectly with the pale flush of her skin. Bloody hell, she was hot. We never used condoms at home, but here in the club and with her whole night ahead of her, it was a little different.
I slid in so slowly I felt every f**king centimeter of her stretching for me. She cried out, tilting her hips up to take me deeply. In this position, with the difference in our heights, I could curl along the entire length of her spine and speak right into her ear. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Because now I’ve just pushed inside you, with no protection, Petal. If I come inside you, the drink-spillers out there will know you belong to me.”
She moaned, fingers curling right around the edge of the table. “And?”
“And you’ll have my come inside you after I leave; is that what you like?”
“You’ll know it’s there,” she whispered, rocking up to meet my movements. “That’s what I’ll like. When you’re out there, sitting with the boys, or at dinner later, you’ll be thinking about how I can still feel you.”
“Too f**king right.” I slid my hand around her hips and pressed my fingers all along her sex, giving her friction everywhere.
I started slow, teasing, watching myself disappear and emerge, wet with her. But the reality of the night pressed in on my little private bubble and I knew I didn’t have hours to relish this. This would be quick pleasure only; I would find time to drink her in much more slowly later.
She gasped when I pulled back and returned to her roughly, building a rhythm so hard and fast the table squeaked on the floor, the hinges groaned. Sara took it all with her perfect arse in the air, pushing back into me as hard and fast as I moved forward.
With a quiet moan, she whispered, “Max, I’m there.”
I circled my fingers over her clit, pressed harder, moved faster. I knew this woman’s body as well as my own. Knew how fast she needed it, how hard. Knew how much she loved the sound of her name in my voice.
“Petal,” I groaned. “I’m dying to feel you come around my cock.”
Arching her neck, she pressed the back of her head into my shoulder, letting out a smooth, effortless moan. “More. More.”
“I f**king love you, Sara.”
That did it; her fingers gripped the table edge so hard her knuckles went white, and her orgasm surged around me, pulled from her in the same rhythm as her hot little sounds.
“What are you feeling?” I managed, lips pressed just below her ear. “Power? Control? Here you are, blindfolded and tied to a table and I’m f**king lost in you. I’m so f**king lost I can barely catch my breath.”
Exhaling heavily, she seemed to sink into the table, sated. “Love.”
My release teased along my back, hovered low in my stomach as my hips sped up. “‘Love’?” I repeated. “You’re tied to a metal table, having just orgasmed in front of God knows who, and you feel love. . . . You must be lost in me just the same.”
She turned her head, capturing my lips. Sara gave me her mouth, her tongue, her hoarse hungry sounds, and I was done for, groaning as I lost my rhythm, my hips slapping her backside as I grew fevered until finally, my whole body tensed in release.
I stilled, dizzy and relishing the feel of her kisses when she was like this, slow and languid after her orgasm. The room disappeared, and as clichéd as it sounded, time stopped. Everything in this night became about her body, and her lips, her eyes opening and meeting mine as we kissed.
“Hmm?” I tasted her again, letting my eyes fall closed. “You’re so perfect right here.” I kissed her right where she would take me inside. “Right f**king here.”
“Please. Now.” Her thighs trembled in my hands.
“You don’t want to come on my mouth?” I asked, already pushing to stand and unfastening my belt.
“I know we don’t have a lot of time. I want to feel you inside before you have to leave.”
Pushing my boxers down my thighs, I teased at her entrance, sliding my c**k up and over her clit. “Before we begin, I need your thoughts on something.”
She moaned, pushing back into me. “Need to know where to put it?”
I bent and kissed her back, laughing. “No, you naughty f**king girl. This will be too quick for that.”
She licked her lips, waiting.
Poised just barely inside her, I asked, “Shall I take you bare? I do have a condom in my pocket.”
Her breath hitched. “Bare.”
My chest squeezed and I stared down at her, wanting to absorb the moment just a little f**king longer. She was tied to a table, naked and ready for me. My silk tie dragged along her spine as I bent over her, and the deep blue contrasted perfectly with the pale flush of her skin. Bloody hell, she was hot. We never used condoms at home, but here in the club and with her whole night ahead of her, it was a little different.
I slid in so slowly I felt every f**king centimeter of her stretching for me. She cried out, tilting her hips up to take me deeply. In this position, with the difference in our heights, I could curl along the entire length of her spine and speak right into her ear. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Because now I’ve just pushed inside you, with no protection, Petal. If I come inside you, the drink-spillers out there will know you belong to me.”
She moaned, fingers curling right around the edge of the table. “And?”
“And you’ll have my come inside you after I leave; is that what you like?”
“You’ll know it’s there,” she whispered, rocking up to meet my movements. “That’s what I’ll like. When you’re out there, sitting with the boys, or at dinner later, you’ll be thinking about how I can still feel you.”
“Too f**king right.” I slid my hand around her hips and pressed my fingers all along her sex, giving her friction everywhere.
I started slow, teasing, watching myself disappear and emerge, wet with her. But the reality of the night pressed in on my little private bubble and I knew I didn’t have hours to relish this. This would be quick pleasure only; I would find time to drink her in much more slowly later.
She gasped when I pulled back and returned to her roughly, building a rhythm so hard and fast the table squeaked on the floor, the hinges groaned. Sara took it all with her perfect arse in the air, pushing back into me as hard and fast as I moved forward.
With a quiet moan, she whispered, “Max, I’m there.”
I circled my fingers over her clit, pressed harder, moved faster. I knew this woman’s body as well as my own. Knew how fast she needed it, how hard. Knew how much she loved the sound of her name in my voice.
“Petal,” I groaned. “I’m dying to feel you come around my cock.”
Arching her neck, she pressed the back of her head into my shoulder, letting out a smooth, effortless moan. “More. More.”
“I f**king love you, Sara.”
That did it; her fingers gripped the table edge so hard her knuckles went white, and her orgasm surged around me, pulled from her in the same rhythm as her hot little sounds.
“What are you feeling?” I managed, lips pressed just below her ear. “Power? Control? Here you are, blindfolded and tied to a table and I’m f**king lost in you. I’m so f**king lost I can barely catch my breath.”
Exhaling heavily, she seemed to sink into the table, sated. “Love.”
My release teased along my back, hovered low in my stomach as my hips sped up. “‘Love’?” I repeated. “You’re tied to a metal table, having just orgasmed in front of God knows who, and you feel love. . . . You must be lost in me just the same.”
She turned her head, capturing my lips. Sara gave me her mouth, her tongue, her hoarse hungry sounds, and I was done for, groaning as I lost my rhythm, my hips slapping her backside as I grew fevered until finally, my whole body tensed in release.
I stilled, dizzy and relishing the feel of her kisses when she was like this, slow and languid after her orgasm. The room disappeared, and as clichéd as it sounded, time stopped. Everything in this night became about her body, and her lips, her eyes opening and meeting mine as we kissed.
