He ran both thumbs down the centre point of each breast, grazing the nipples as he went. Her breath hitched loudly and his erection surged at the strangled whimper that slid from her lips. He reached down into the deep valley between and unsnapped the front clasp. They sprang free—round and full, falling softly into a natural pendulum, the aroused nipples precisely centred.
He filled his hands with her and they spilled over his large palms. He squeezed, brushing his thumbs over the taut buds teasing him with their perfection.
‘Max,’ she moaned, clutching his head as he bent over them and created exquisite havoc with his tongue.
When he tugged a nipple deep into the heat of his mouth she bucked and cried out, her heel kicking at the door. And he got harder. He slid a hand behind her, between her shoulder blades, pressing her closer still, wanting to taste all of her, to devour all of her.
Her moans, her murmurs, her little strangled sobs were a powerful turn on and he wouldn’t stop teasing her until he’d wrung every single one from deep inside her. Tonight was about forgetting but it was also about remembering. He’d been good at this. And he wanted to be one man that Ali never forgot.
Ali was sure she was drooling. She certainly felt as if she was babbling incoherently. Her breasts had been an erogenous zone that Tom had never really paid attention to. Sure, he’d liked that she had them, that they looked good, that he was the envy of his friends. But he’d virtually ignored them when they’d been making love.
It was a revelation to be with a man who treated them with such reverence. Who was content to worship them as if they were the most perfect set of breasts that ever existed.
She could have been perfectly happily have him do this all night. In fact as his teeth grazed a sensitive peak and her belly contracted she was damn sure after a year of abstinence she could get off on this alone.
But she also needed to explore him. Was hungry to feel the hot, hard length of him. In her hand. Against her belly. Deep inside her.
Summoning the few functioning brain cells she had left, she reached for him. Her hand found her target instantly, thick and straining against the fabric of his trousers. She scraped her nails against him and he lifted his head from her breasts on a groan.
Max looked Ali in the eye as she squeezed him hard. ‘Oh, God,’ he panted, shutting his eyes at the erotic torture. Ali smiled at him, her face flushed, her olive eyes khaki with undiluted lust.
‘Don’t stop,’ he whispered and lowered his mouth to a peaked nipple and sucked on it hard.
Ali clutched harder, fumbling for the zipper, not wanting to stop but needing more access. Needing to feel the warm silky flesh covering all that hardness. Needing to feel all of him.
Max reared back bellowing loudly when her hand made its first contact. She palmed the length of him and his breath hissed out like a steam engine. She did it again and he moaned deep and low. And when she rolled her thumb across the spongy firmness of his head he cried out.
And then he kissed her. Deep and hard, his tongue thrusting in sync with the motion of his hips as her hands continued to grip him, encircle him.
‘I want you in me,’ she whispered against his mouth. ‘Now!’
Max needed no further encouragement. He reached for her skirt and rucked it up both sides, his hands sliding around to the cheeks of her backside, squeezing tight, urging her closer to him. His hands found the narrow strip of fabric sitting on each hip and figured she was wearing some kind of G-string.
He grabbed one side and yanked, snapping it as if it were dental floss. ‘Sorry,’ he murmured against her mouth with not one ounce of contrition.
Ali smiled. ‘I have a dozen more.’
And then his fingers were stroking her and Ali couldn’t have cared less if they were made out of spun gold and were the rarest knickers in the world.
‘Condom,’ Max said to her as he slid first one finger and then another into her tight moist heat.
‘Wallet,’ he directed and then claimed her nipple.
Ali’s knees buckled and she was grateful when he braced his legs against hers for support. Reluctant to let go of all his magnificent male hardness, she fumbled in his trouser pocket with her other hand. Locating his wallet was easy but getting it out and open while his fingers filled her and rubbed in just the right spot was a task almost beyond her. She could already feel a delicious tightening.
Max lifted his head. ‘Hurry,’ he growled and turned his attention to the other nipple.
There was no choice. She had to let him go. Still, her hands shook as she located the foil packet and then opened it. The steady rhythm of his fingers moving her inexorably closer to orgasm caused her to fumble as she attempted to roll it on.
‘Ali, for God’s sake,’ Max groaned into her neck.
‘I can’t … concentrate,’ she panted as a ripple undulated through her. ‘You … oh … dear God …’ she drew in a ragged breath ‘… that feels so good.’
Max smiled at her lust-drunk expression. It felt good to see that look, to know he’d put it there. ‘What, this?’ he asked, circling his fingers.
Ali gasped. ‘God, yes, please … stop. I’m never going to be able to put this damn thing on otherwise.’
Max acquiesced but kept his hand firmly in place. ‘That better?’
Ali shut her eyes as the ripples petered off. ‘Marginally.’ It was enough to accomplish her goal anyway and it was Max’s turn to pale as she created her own brand of havoc sheathing him slowly and thoroughly.
‘Ali,’ he warned, squeezing his eyes shut, ruthlessly suppressing the urge to rear like a rutting stallion.
It was Ali’s turn to smile but she heeded his warning nonetheless, completing the job posthaste. ‘Go,’ she said, leaning forward and kissing him full and hot and open. ‘Now!’
Max didn’t have to be asked twice. He slid his hand down her thigh and urged her leg up. He bent it at the knee and held it close to his waist as he pushed inside her in one easy movement.
Ali gasped, digging her fingers into his shoulder blade. ‘Yes.’
Max repeated the movement, sliding higher this time, her gasp mingling with his groan somewhere inside their heated kiss.
Max pushed again and again. The movement rocked her against the door and jiggled her breasts most enticingly. Too enticingly as he switched his attention from her mouth to her still-taut nipples.
Ali whimpered. The delicious push and pull of Max and the erotic swipe of his tongue were all-consuming. She burned, throbbed, ached, yearned. The pressure built and built, the ripples returned and her breathing grew shorter, harder, faster.
Max could feel the ripples too. The sensation started at his belly button and radiated down. Ali’s desperate little gasps and the thrum of his own blood strengthened it. His biceps trembled, his shoulders quivered as the sensation raced like a rogue electrical storm through every muscle group.
It finally came to rest down deep and low and grew, expanded, intensified.
‘Max!’ Ali gasped as her orgasm hit, clutching him close. ‘Max, Max, Max!’
He felt her tighten around him, her muscles undulating along his length, milking him, demanding his surrender. His blood tingled. His nerve endings tightened. And when she threw her head back against the door in a silent scream he yielded to the demands of both their bodies, joining her somewhere in the stratosphere, holding tight as starlight rained down on them.
Ali felt heavy as she bumped back down to earth. But curiously