I sucked in a deep breath, my heart hammering when he smirked and rose from his seat, stepping forward to push my legs apart and position himself in between them. He held my hair behind my back and traced the outline of my lips with his long fingers, his facial expression wistful before he bent and kissed me softly. His lips were firm and soft, and he was well experienced in suction. Tilting my head to the side and parting my lips, I gave him access to the wine-tasting land in my mouth. Shit, I gripped his wrists when his tongue became urgent, doing insane things and making my pussy lips tighten and moisten. When he pulled back suddenly, his blue eyes wild and frantic, he whispered. “Welcome home, Elaine.”
I beamed, pulling his face down to mine once more, and quivering as his tongue swept over my bottom lip. Ugh. “Thanks for having me, Mr. Sturm. I’m glad we came here.”
He trapped my bottom lip in between his teeth, tugging lightly. I exhaled in delight, locking my arms around his neck while he lifted me to straddle his waist. Our tongues were in fierce battle as we kissed aggressively, lip-biting and hair-pulling all at once.
“Why do you say so?” he asked as he peppered hot kisses down my neck, stopping at the middle of my tits where he bit my skin hard.
I moaned, eyes shut, the pleasure rough. “It feels so… safe. We should have scheduled this place as a meeting point a long time ago.”
“I know right?” he murmured, his fingers pulling down the arms of my dress and unhooking my bra straps. My breasts fell when he took it off completely, his blue eyes hazy and alive as he squeezed them.
Sweet Jesus.
“Fuck,” I banged my hand hard on the counter edge, sucking in a deep breath when he circled his tongue around a nipple, sucking. He watched me silently, getting off on my loss of control as I sank my fingers into his hair, tugging and bringing his face closer to the middle of my tits.
“I still remember when I fucked these beauties five years ago,” he chuckled, pure nostalgia in his voice. “One of the best experiences of my life, Cherry. I never stopped thinking about it.”
Neither did I. It was a historical moment, at least for me.
“Come on, babe,” he straightened, tugging on my dress. “Let me take it off for you.”
I whipped my legs down on the floor and turned away from him, shivering as he slowly drew down the zipper, his eyes burning holes in my neck. He kissed the spot behind my left ear as the dress dropped, holding me up as I stepped out of them. Standing naked in nothing but my white lace panties, my heart thrummed in anticipation as his eyes roamed down my body and back up to meet mine.
I bit my lip, wrapping my arms around myself self-consciously. “I’m sorry… is something wrong?”
He blinked, then shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. “Pardon me. It’s just… you look beautiful. Even prettier than I remember.”
I licked my bottom lip, my heart beating faster. “Really? What else do you remember, Max?”
“Your magnificent tits,” he breathed, reaching for my writs to pull me closer and press his body flush against mine. I shut my eyes when his lips fell on mine, “your intoxicating smell. The way you arched your back as you rode my dick. The way you kiss with such a profound tenderness…”
Damn. I hold onto his shirt as my legs threatened to give way beneath me. He continued, encouraged by my loss of control. “Your clever mind. Your snarky, attractive personality… your humor. Everything, Elaine. I remember everything.”
I couldn’t look up to his face, my gaze stuck on how my flattened hands looked small on his broad chest. I hovered them over his broad shoulders, hating the suit jacket that stood in the way. I wanted to feel his skin beneath my hands. To feel soothed by the warmth.
“But most of all,” he trailed off, his breath ghosting over my neck, “I remember how you made me lose my mind when I lost you.”
Oh, God. His opened lips ran from my jaw to my neck and then to my mouth which he kissed with such a fiery passion.
“Really?” I tried to sound doubtful when in reality, I was breathless and drunk in sheer pleasure. “You’re saying you lost your mind over me? But we only met that night, Max.”
“To you maybe, we only met that night. But trust me, Elaine, it felt as though we’d known each other for ages. The conversations we had… the chemistry between us… it was out of this world. You made me feel something no other girl ever made me feel, and still do.”
“Something like what?”
He raised his hand to try and explain it better but couldn’t get the right words out. “I don’t know, honestly. It’s hard to describe,” he narrowed his eyes now. “But what I know is, my opinion of you that night has never changed over these past five years that we’ve been apart. Each morning when I wake up, you’re the first thought that comes to mind. I dream about you miraculously waking up next to me every night.”
Fuck, his words were getting to me. Trying to blink back my tears unsuccessfully. “I don’t know but… I’ve also felt the same way all this time too. And when you acted so hostile to me that first day… I wondered briefly if maybe I’d waited on the wrong guy for five years. Nothing could’ve made me believe that a week plus later we’d be here, me standing in my lace panties and you saying everything I needed to hear and more.”
His eyes turned glassy with unshed tears. “Life is such a mystery, don’t you think?”
“So, I was the only woman you never forgot after a one-night stand?”
He nodded. “I’ve been with a lot of women, and I often don’t remember their names after our initial meeting. But you, Elaine… it seemed as though your name was engraved in my memory… reciting itself to me each morning once I opened my eyes.”
I laughed, looking away to hide the blush on my cheeks while I muttered shyly. “Who knew you had it in you? Being a hopeless romantic.”
He guffawed. “Believe me, I’m a little surprised myself. Guess I owe it all to your influence, Cherry.”
Before I could reply, he stepped forward and swept me off my feet in his arms, and I buried my head in his chest, grinning in surprise as he made it towards the stairs. “Where are we going, Anselm?” I asked, calling him by the name I’d dubbed him five years ago. He turned his sexy eyes to me and winked.
“How about, someplace that you thought existed only in your dreams? Does that even make sense?” he furrowed his brows, looking embarrassed.
I held a hand over my mouth to stifle my giggles. “It doesn’t have to as long as you’re the one saying it.”
We reached his bedroom door which was situated directly opposite the spiral staircase and he twisted the doorknob, kicking it open with a foot. My jaw went slack at the super long bed that ran from one end of the room to the other, draped in pitch black linen and sheets. The walls were so smooth and spotless, that you’d think they’d never been touched by a hand. On one end of the room sat a leather lounge, close to the blue armoire closet and vanity dresser. I sauntered towards the closet when he’d placed me down, drawing it open to take a peek in. His suits – mostly black and navy blue were all lined up neatly.
“This place is so ridiculous,” I blurted, shutting the closet door and turning to him. “My flat would be a rat’s home compared to this. I don’t know… but you really used a fortune to get this place up.”
He beamed, wrapping his arms around my waist, his jaw on my shoulder. “Why don’t you… come live here?”
I gasped, moving out of his arms. “What?”
He held his hands up, brows furrowed at my reaction. “It’s just a suggestion. I like you, and I want to be with you. I want you to live with me. As my wife.”
“Whoa, whoa, Max. That’s… that’s so damn fast, I can’t…”
He exhaled, folding his hands across his chest and eyeing me suspiciously. “Not fast enough if you ask me.”
“Can we just… focus on the reason why I’m here? We’ll discuss more important things later. You brought me here to have fun, okay?”
A few minutes of silence passed between us before he finally sighed in defeat. “Okay.”
I strode over to him again and captured his lips in a heated kiss. His hands went up my sides to my breasts, which he cupped, his fingers grazing over my nipple.
“Oh, Anselm…” I moaned in content. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he surreptitiously dropped to his knees in front of me, inhaling my sex through the thin fabric.
“Damn it, Princess. You smell so fucking good.”
Goddamn hell…
He slid them down my legs slowly, and I raised each foot to help him slip it off completely. I gasped when the tip of his nose nuzzled into me, his breath and lips hot against my inner thighs, his eyes closed in pleasure.
“So fucking good.” He sighed.
He lifted me and threw me on the bed, then spread my legs open, dropping to his knees. Lust flared in his blue orbs as he stared at my open sex. “Cherry…”
Nothing prepared me for the waves of pleasure that hit me the moment he swiped his tongue over my pulsing pussy lips. Holding onto the sheets tightly, I moaned, trying to remain still and keep my legs apart as his tongue began thrusting in and out with low strokes. Looking up, I saw that he was watching me intently as I thrashed about, while he was still fully clothed.
“Take off your clothes, Max,” I whined. “I want to see you naked. I want you to stroke yourself while you pleasure me.”
He pulled off at my demand, licking his lips, and goddammit… the sight was hot as hell. Taking off his suit jacket, he ripped his tie off and hastily unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes still on me.
I felt my breath hitch at the first glimpse of his naked skin in five years. His broad, porcelain chest was hairless, tapering down to a firm, sexy waist, and a distinct V that disappeared into his pants. I licked my lips, hardly able to contain my euphoria. Next, he kicked his loafers off and unzipped his pants, sliding them down his legs before stepping out of them. His black Calvin Klein briefs was damp, showing off the clear outline of his huge cock which was leaking pre cum.
With his eyes trained on my face, he slid them down his legs, revealing the biggest damn dick I had ever seen. His pubic hair was short and neatly trimmed.
My mouth went dry. Holy motherfvucker.
I’d rode that monster twice but never fully saw it explicitly. It could be compared to a horse’s and right there, I began to panic about not being able to take him all in without splitting in half. His hand groped it and he stroked it carefully, smearing the pre cum all over. With each stroke, my pussy lips clenched in appreciation.
“You have no idea how much I want to hop on that bed and pummel you hard into my mattress, Cherry,” he growls, stepping forward. I sank into the sheets as he leaned over my body, his cock pressing up against my stomach.
“Then do it, Max,” I rasped in a challenge. “I’m all yours. Fuck me like you mean it.”