Something Forever
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Shoot! He started to sing. I couldn’t help myself as I stared at him with doting eyes. My heart levitated and I was completely swooned by his voice. The way he sang and nibbled my neck, I couldn’t even pretend to be mad at him. I had completely become an idiot.
“Max,” I called softly.
“Yes, babe? Don’t talk, just enjoy.” He kissed me tenderly on that perfect spot on my shoulder, producing pleasurable shivers down my spine. “Let me enjoy. I’ll be leaving after I have my Jenna breakfast.”
Max’s tongue was practically bathing my neck and down to the base of my breast. How my buttons got undone, I had no clue. I had on a long pair of cotton PJs from Victoria’s Secret. At times, I had no idea how he managed to undress me...seduce me with his eyes, his touch, and his words. Max was simply that good.
“I—” Only that one word escaped my mouth. The next thing I knew, Max hovered over me. The blankets were pushed aside and he was shirtless. Well, that did it. I couldn’t fight it even though I had to talk to him about something important that was going to change our lives forever. I just didn’t know how.
Max’s body was warming me up, producing sensual heat all over my flesh. His kisses were soft and tender, savoring every inch of my exposed br**sts. His feather-light strokes and touches were driving me insane. At the same time, his hands explored my body while he continued to undress the both of us. When Max headed lower, my muscles went completely limp. I utterly lost it when he spread my legs and placed his tongue on my clit.
Arching my back, I moaned in pleasure and let him seduce me. Max licked, sucked, and stroked my clit until I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled him up, wanting to kiss him, but instead; he turned my neck to the side and whispered, “Do you like your surprise, Jenna?”
“Yes,” I breathed. The words barely left my mouth.
“Would you like me to continue?”
However, Max didn’t let me answer. His lips were hungrily on mine. Our tongues were dancing and tasting until Max reached in deeper. He had taken control. His kiss was fierce—intense, as if we hadn’t seen each other for weeks—but I didn’t mind. Max wanted me. He made me feel special, sexy, and desired.
Spreading my legs a little bit wider with his knee, he teased me with the tip of his dick until I couldn’t take it any more. He loved it when I begged, and that was what he was waiting for. “Max, please.” I was panting and moaning, needing him to be inside of me. The burning, aching, heart pounding intense urge was too much to bear.
“Say it, babe. Tell me what you want.” His tone was hot and demanding.
Ever since I’d tied him up, and started to become more open and playful, Max had opened up to me, too. Sometimes he would say things he would have never had said at the beginning of our relationship. Knowing I was open to trying new things, Max was beyond thrilled. I knew he would never force me or put me in an awkward position, but I wanted to please him as well, so I needed to be open-minded. “I want you to take me.” My eyes bore into his as I said those words. “Please, I need you inside of me.”
Max’s eyes showed that he was thoroughly enjoying my whimpering, begging. He knew he was in control, and he loved how he was making me feel right now. With his dick right on that perfect spot, he whispered heavily and hotly in my ear, “I’m going to f**k you hard.”
Holy shit! His words alone made me explode, but I was already diffused with pleasure. Max was inside of me, slowly building me up. While his elbows supported his weight, he cupped my face and rewarded me with a loving grin. He was filling me up in my body and heart. I was head over heels in love with this man. He knew exactly how to turn me on.
Just when I was on the point of no return, Max pulled out. “I’m not done, babe. I’m still hungry.” Without warning, he lifted me up, and began carrying me. “Let’s see how big this bathroom is.”
Max gently put me down and spun me around. With my back to him, I was facing the sink. There were huge mirrors in front of and beside us. I could see our naked bodies, and it was the hottest thing. Max’s eyes caught mine through the mirror. The old Jenna would have been shy and looked away, but not this new Jenna. I continued to keep my eyes locked on his, and watched his hand caress my body.
Even when he was inside of me, I watched his hips in motion. Holy Jesus! I was watching Max and Jenna p**n . I had never seen p**n before, only the previews from the hotel television, but damn...it was hot and I was losing control.
“I like to watch you watch us,” Max panted, pumping faster. “Don’t we look good together?”
“Yes.” That was all I could mutter. When Max started grinding harder, deeper, I let my head fall back to his shoulder and closed my eyes. “Oh God,” I yelped when Max went faster.
“No one can hear you, babe. Scream all you want. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”
I didn’t hold anything back after that. Familiar sounds escaped my mouth, the types of sounds that screamed pleasure. “Max,” I called his name as I gripped his hands. “Oh God. Oh God.”
“Open your eyes, Jenna. Look how beautiful you are,” Max demanded as he pumped deeper with each word.
I did as he’d instructed, staring at this wonderful man who let me see things I refused to see before...me, being beautiful...me, being desired...me, being loved the way every women should be loved.
Max pulled out again and laid a towel on the sink counter. Placing me on it, he entered me again. “I love you, Jenna,” he said tenderly, caressing my cheek with his lips.
“Max,” I called softly.
“Yes, babe? Don’t talk, just enjoy.” He kissed me tenderly on that perfect spot on my shoulder, producing pleasurable shivers down my spine. “Let me enjoy. I’ll be leaving after I have my Jenna breakfast.”
Max’s tongue was practically bathing my neck and down to the base of my breast. How my buttons got undone, I had no clue. I had on a long pair of cotton PJs from Victoria’s Secret. At times, I had no idea how he managed to undress me...seduce me with his eyes, his touch, and his words. Max was simply that good.
“I—” Only that one word escaped my mouth. The next thing I knew, Max hovered over me. The blankets were pushed aside and he was shirtless. Well, that did it. I couldn’t fight it even though I had to talk to him about something important that was going to change our lives forever. I just didn’t know how.
Max’s body was warming me up, producing sensual heat all over my flesh. His kisses were soft and tender, savoring every inch of my exposed br**sts. His feather-light strokes and touches were driving me insane. At the same time, his hands explored my body while he continued to undress the both of us. When Max headed lower, my muscles went completely limp. I utterly lost it when he spread my legs and placed his tongue on my clit.
Arching my back, I moaned in pleasure and let him seduce me. Max licked, sucked, and stroked my clit until I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled him up, wanting to kiss him, but instead; he turned my neck to the side and whispered, “Do you like your surprise, Jenna?”
“Yes,” I breathed. The words barely left my mouth.
“Would you like me to continue?”
However, Max didn’t let me answer. His lips were hungrily on mine. Our tongues were dancing and tasting until Max reached in deeper. He had taken control. His kiss was fierce—intense, as if we hadn’t seen each other for weeks—but I didn’t mind. Max wanted me. He made me feel special, sexy, and desired.
Spreading my legs a little bit wider with his knee, he teased me with the tip of his dick until I couldn’t take it any more. He loved it when I begged, and that was what he was waiting for. “Max, please.” I was panting and moaning, needing him to be inside of me. The burning, aching, heart pounding intense urge was too much to bear.
“Say it, babe. Tell me what you want.” His tone was hot and demanding.
Ever since I’d tied him up, and started to become more open and playful, Max had opened up to me, too. Sometimes he would say things he would have never had said at the beginning of our relationship. Knowing I was open to trying new things, Max was beyond thrilled. I knew he would never force me or put me in an awkward position, but I wanted to please him as well, so I needed to be open-minded. “I want you to take me.” My eyes bore into his as I said those words. “Please, I need you inside of me.”
Max’s eyes showed that he was thoroughly enjoying my whimpering, begging. He knew he was in control, and he loved how he was making me feel right now. With his dick right on that perfect spot, he whispered heavily and hotly in my ear, “I’m going to f**k you hard.”
Holy shit! His words alone made me explode, but I was already diffused with pleasure. Max was inside of me, slowly building me up. While his elbows supported his weight, he cupped my face and rewarded me with a loving grin. He was filling me up in my body and heart. I was head over heels in love with this man. He knew exactly how to turn me on.
Just when I was on the point of no return, Max pulled out. “I’m not done, babe. I’m still hungry.” Without warning, he lifted me up, and began carrying me. “Let’s see how big this bathroom is.”
Max gently put me down and spun me around. With my back to him, I was facing the sink. There were huge mirrors in front of and beside us. I could see our naked bodies, and it was the hottest thing. Max’s eyes caught mine through the mirror. The old Jenna would have been shy and looked away, but not this new Jenna. I continued to keep my eyes locked on his, and watched his hand caress my body.
Even when he was inside of me, I watched his hips in motion. Holy Jesus! I was watching Max and Jenna p**n . I had never seen p**n before, only the previews from the hotel television, but damn...it was hot and I was losing control.
“I like to watch you watch us,” Max panted, pumping faster. “Don’t we look good together?”
“Yes.” That was all I could mutter. When Max started grinding harder, deeper, I let my head fall back to his shoulder and closed my eyes. “Oh God,” I yelped when Max went faster.
“No one can hear you, babe. Scream all you want. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”
I didn’t hold anything back after that. Familiar sounds escaped my mouth, the types of sounds that screamed pleasure. “Max,” I called his name as I gripped his hands. “Oh God. Oh God.”
“Open your eyes, Jenna. Look how beautiful you are,” Max demanded as he pumped deeper with each word.
I did as he’d instructed, staring at this wonderful man who let me see things I refused to see before...me, being beautiful...me, being desired...me, being loved the way every women should be loved.
Max pulled out again and laid a towel on the sink counter. Placing me on it, he entered me again. “I love you, Jenna,” he said tenderly, caressing my cheek with his lips.
