“Distracted, eh?” He certainly is, I can feel his cock pressing against the crack of myarse.
“Hmm.” Max pulls my hair away from my neck and presses a hot kiss against the spot just below my ear. It’s probably one of my favourite places to be kissed. Max is fully aware of this, in fact he knows all the places I like to bekissed.
“You not hungry?” I ask, my hands curling over the edge of the counter as his glide up over my hips and begin tugging my blouse from myskirt.
“Right now, I’m feeling a different kind of hunger. You’re still wearing this tight little skirt and all I want to do is pull it up over your luscious arse and fuck you here over the kitchencounter.”
“That’s a kind of hunger I can satiate,” I murmur, my words hot and heavy. Leaning down slightly, I reach for the hem of my skirt and pull it upwards. Max moves back a fraction, giving me the space to wiggle my hips. The skirt is tight, and the movement is necessary to get it up over the curve of mybottom.
“Damn it, Icy, you’re killing me,” Maxsays.
A satisfied smile curls my lips. This morning I put on a cream, lace thong. Pretty underwear has become a bit of an obsession, especially since I know how much it turns my men on. Max crouches down behind me, his warm fingers sliding up from my ankles to my hips. In one swift movement he has ripped my lace panties from me and flung them aside. Damn it, they were from Rigby and Peller, and cost me a small fortune. That thought flutters away as Max presses his lips against the very base of my spine, just above the crack of my arse cheeks. Before Max, no one had ever kissed me there. I had no idea so many nerve endings existed in such an unusual spot. He swirls the tip of his tongue in small circles whilst his hands gently knead my arse cheeks. I can’t help butgroan.
“Do you like that,Icy?”
“You know I do.” I shudder as his skilled fingers find their way around the front of my body, to my waxedmound.
“And this?” he whispers, pressing his finger against the nub of my clit, swirling itgently.
“Yes,” I breatheout.
“And this?” he repeats, sliding his finger between my partedlegs.
This time I can’t answer him, as his lips and tongue slide lower over the curve of my arse. His teeth graze across my skin gently, alternating between teeth, tongue and lips. Max’s fingers are playing me skilfully. Beneath them I am a hotmess.
“Max,” I grind out, my hips bucking against his hand in a frantic race to reach the peak I am climbing. He doesn’t stop, he keeps fucking me with his fingers and caressing me with his mouth. The combination of desperate friction and tender kisses is explosive. I throw my head back and groan as an orgasm rips through my body. Max stands, holding my shuddering body back against hisown.
“Icy, you are fucking beautiful when you come.” He waits for the wave of pleasure to subside and my heart to slow to a steadier beat, before unzipping his trousers and freeing his cock. He waits, the firm curve of him sliding against my wetness, teasing me oncemore.
“Max, fuck me,” I say, bending over the kitchen counter so he can slide into me easier. I don’t need to asktwice.