HE WASHED MY hair and rinsed it. His touch was gentle and tender as he took care of me, and I’d never felt so cherished. Loved. Loved? God, I sounded like a silly girl, but that was exactly how he made me feel.
When the water started to cool, he hurried and rinsed off the soapy body wash he’d used on us. I liked smelling like him. We stepped out of the shower, and he covered me up in a fluffy towel. He wrapped one around his waist and led me out of the bathroom into his bedroom.
My heart was beating triple time as excitement prickled up my neck. I wanted him. I wanted him to make love to me. He had just given me the most incredible orgasm I had ever experienced, but I was ready for another. Completely greedy for another.
He didn’t though.
He handed me a navy tee and a pair of grey sweats then left the room after kissing my forehead.
“Can I come in?” he asked after a few minutes, knocking on his own door, and I smiled.
“Of course. This is your house, Max.” I smiled, and he walked in. He looked good in black basketball shorts. And nothing else. His broad chest on display.
“I like my clothes on you,” he said, looking me up and down, a warmth in his gaze that made my chest tighten.
“They’re cozy.” I smiled, and he walked over to his bed, where I was sitting on the edge.
“Come here,” he ordered gently, and I stood only to have him sit me on his lap.
“Warm? Need a sweater?” he offered, and I shook my head.
“I’m good. Thank you.”
“We need to talk.” The depth of his voice made my stomach drop.
“That’s never a good thing,” I joked in an attempt to keep things light.
“I don’t know about that.” He winked and opened his mouth to say whatever it was he was planning on saying, but I lifted my hand and covered his lips with two fingers
“Before you say anything, I need to say something,” I blurted, and his dark eyes widened. His kissed the pads of my fingers and gave me a nod.
“I should have called you. I wanted to. I thought about you… more than I want to admit. As weird and crappy as my day was, I’m glad everything happened the way it did, because it means I’m here with you. I like you, Max.”
“Can I talk now?”
“Yeah. That’s all I had to say, just… sorry. You were amazing in Vegas and kind enough to bring us home, and then our date, and then I messed it up by not calling.” I winced.
“You didn’t mess anything up.” He stroked the side of my face, and I leaned into his gentle touch. “As much as I hated not hearing from you, I get it.”
“You do?”
“Hell, yeah.” He chuckled. “Babe, Vegas was… a tipsy adventure. Wild and crazy. It could have been a fluke, right? But then the next day with you, when we got back… it was better than I could have hoped for.”
“It was?” I asked breathily, trying to steady my heart rate and failing.
“It wasn’t for you?”
“It was.” I smiled shyly.
“It was a lot at once, and I get why you needed a moment to think about it and why you didn’t call,” Max said, but the softness he’d worn on his handsome face faded into one filled with seriousness. “But I’m about to lay something on you, and this is going to be as heavy or heavier, and I can’t have you running away this time.”
“Uh-oh.”
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone… ever.”
“I haven’t either,” I mumbled, and he leaned in, nuzzling his nose against mine like he needed me just that little much closer.
“There is this pull to you. Not just physically, though I do want you. I want you so fucking bad, Leti.” A stiff growl at the end of his words made me squirm in his lap. “This is where I might scare you off, but you gotta know where I’m at. Where I stand when it comes to this thing between us.”
“Okay,” I worded slowly, all but ready for him to say he wasn’t in a place for something steady, for something serious. Guys I had dated in the past did that all the time, right?
“You’re mine.”
“I understand… wait, what?” I had not been expecting that.
“You’re mine,” he repeated, the confidence in his voice alluring. “All mine.”
“I am?”
“Yeah, Spark Plug, you definitely are. But with that it means I have some bad news for you.”
“What’s that?”
“That means I’m all yours, Leti. Every hard-assy inch of me.”
“I like the sound of every hard inch of you being mine,” I flirted, my hand moving down his bare chest over his muscular abs. The way his muscles twitched beneath my touch had my mouth watering. I wanted to pour chocolate syrup all over his abs and lick it up from the ridges. When my hand finally met his thick hardness, I licked my lips. I wanted so much more. My hands went to the elastic band of his shorts, but his hand stopped me.
“I’m being serious.” My head popped up to meet his sultry stare.
“So am I,” I teased.
“Leti,” he warned intensely, and I watched his nose flare.
The way he was looking at me made me feel like he was about to devour me. Like the little self-control he had was about to break and he was going to claim me. Me!
“Leti, I can’t take this where I want it to go until you tell me.”
“Tell you what?” I asked, my eyes unable to look away from his beautiful mouth.
“That you’ll take a chance on me. That you’ll be mine.”
Max
My lips tingled with the way she was looking at my mouth. Her eyes moved up slightly, stunned yet hopeful.
“Take a chance on me, baby. Be mine,” I repeated, my tone hoarse with lust. I could see how her chest rose and dropped a little heavier. Her pretty little nipples poking through my tee, and I licked my lips.
She wanted to be mine. She wanted me to be hers. Of that I was positive, but no matter how blue in the face I turned trying to convince her of it, it wouldn’t matter unless she jumped in with me. Unless she took a leap of faith. On me.
“Max.”
“What are you scared of, Spark Plug?”
“Of not being enough for you,” she confessed, vulnerability leaking through, and I held her face in both hands, tilting it up so she’d meet my eyes and see the truth behind mine.
“Not fucking possible.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I just am.” I leaned in and kissed the center of her forehead before pulling away and her eyes meeting mine. “Take a chance on me.”
“If I do that, you’re mine too? No other women, no one else, Max—“ The idea was laughable. She had no idea how she had my balls in a vice.
“Just us,” I whispered, and the worry in her eyes melted away and they filled with the most beautiful warmth I’d ever seen. God, my girl and her expressive eyes. She was going to kill me. “You for me.” I kissed her lips. “Me for you.”
“Max.”
“Tell me.”
“I’m yours,” she gave in, and I smiled against her mouth. “I’m yours, and you’re mine. I’m in, Max. All in.”
Damn. No sweeter word we’re ever spoken. I kissed her. My self-control leaving nothing but animalistic need behind.
She was mine
Mine.
The word repeated in my head over and over as I sucked her tongue in my mouth. Her taste ingrained into memory as I moved us up. My hands were done being idle. I worked on taking her shirt off. I loved how she looked in my clothes, but right then and there, I needed her bare. For me. Only me.
“Fuck, Spark Plug,” I growled. “You have the most fantastic tits,” I told her before cupping one and taking an elongated nipple into my mouth.
“Max,” she gasped, but she wasn’t pushing me away.
Her hands in my hair pulled me in, and I opened wider, sucking and nipping, moving my attention to her other breast. My hands moved down and pushed down the joggers I’d let her borrow. She was insanely hot. There was a mix of sultry and sweet to Leti Montenegro, and I couldn’t wait to discover every inch. Every side of the woman who would one day wear my ring.
“I’m gonna show you exactly who you belong to, Leti,” I whispered and turned her around so her back was pressed to my front. Her sweet round ass rubbed against the hardness tenting my shorts, but this was going to be about her. My open-palmed hands moved down her torso, tracing her silky-soft flesh with the tips of my fingers. One stopped at her hip while the other moved to cup her pretty pussy.
“You’re wet,” I exhaled. I could smell her arousal, and my dick jerked in my pants for his own taste. She shuddered in my arms, and I smiled, loving how responsive she was to my touch. “Tell me, baby. Please, Spark Plug, is this all for me?” I couldn’t help but tease her as my fingers worked around her lower lips and slowly slipped through her dewy hairless folds.
“You know it is,” she whined, her knees almost buckling, but she had no reason to worry. I had her. I’d always have her. I’d never let her fall. “I’m so wet, Max. It’s your fault.”
“Fuck yeah, it is,” I whispered along the shell of her ear. “This pussy, this sweet warm honey,” I growled, and her pussy clenched like it was dying to be filled up. “All mine. You’re all mine.” I didn’t recognize myself as the dirty words trickled out of my mouth. Thankfully, she seemed to enjoy it.
“Max,” she mewled, squirming in my arms, her ass rubbing just right against my cock.
“Stay still, Spark Plug,” I warned and lightly smacked one plump cheek, grasping and squeezing her sexy ass.
“Oh my god!” she squeaked. “You spanked me.” She looked over her shoulder with a small pout on her lips, but her eyes were glittering brightly.
“You liked it. You like my hands on your body,” I told her in a bossy tone, and my eyes fell to the way she bit her lip.
“I do.” She melted into me, and I grinned before I let my hand smack her ass again, quickly working the sting out. I loved how her sexy booty felt in my hand.
“I should punish your sweet ass for not calling. For making me wait to see you again. Making me wait for a sweet kiss.”
“Max,” she purred with my mouth on her neck.
“You’re lucky I’m too damn needy to get in there and claim you.”
“Claim me? You make me sound like something you can own,” she spouted off, and I bit the spot where her shoulder and neck connect, not missing the needy sound she made.
“I am going to own you, Spark Plug. Don’t you get it? I don’t fucking function without you,” I growled against her skin, my fingers moving to her pussy, rubbing between her folds, dipping the tip inside of her.
“Are you all talk, Max?” she complained, rubbing her ass against my dick, and I looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath.
“You’re going to take me. Every inch, and I promise you’re going to love every minute of it.” I quickly took my pants off as I warned her, kicking them off and away from my feet.
“Promises, promis—“ I slammed into her balls deep and groaned.
“Jesus fuck, Leti,“ I moaned. Her arms moved up and held on to the sides of my face. In that position her pretty tits were out and bouncing as I worked in and out of her.
“Max.”
“You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she whispered, meeting my now gentle thrusts. I wasn’t arrogant when I said I was thick and long. I needed to give her a moment to adjust. Not to mention a moment so I wouldn’t lose my nut all too quickly and embarrass myself.
“Too much?” I asked harshly, nipping her lobe, peppering small kisses over her neck.
“Not enough,” she gasped, and my teeth gritted down. “More. Max. I need more,” she begged sweetly, and my hands moved up to cup and pinch her nipples.
“Hell yeah, you do.” My words were harsh. “Bend,” I ordered in a low tone, and she did just that.
We moved together, my dick never leaving the sweetness of her tight sheath. She bent over the edge of my bed.
“You’re deeper now.” She ground against me, taking me even deeper, and my nostrils flared. The urge to come hitting hard, I breathed in her sweet need.
“Hell yeah, I am. Fuck, baby. You have no idea how damn pretty you look like this.” I couldn’t take my eyes off where we connected. The way her pussy opened and stretched for me. Taking it as I gave it to her. It was obscene but fucking mesmerizing.
“Max!” she growled, and I chuckled.
“Too slow?” I asked darkly, teasing her, fucking her so damn slowly it made my cock ache. She looked over her shoulder. And if looks could kill, I’d be useless to her. Jesus, I loved her fire.
Love. The word left me almost stunned.
I loved Leti.
I’d fucking gone and done it.
I fell in love with a girl I met last minute on a casino floor. Nothing like I had thought it would one day happen, but fuck me, I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.
“Max, if you don’t give me what I want, I swear I’m going to—“ I sunk in deep and she gasped, her pretty purr echoing against the walls of my bedroom.
“You’re going to what, Spark Plug? Huh?” I taunted, taking my dick out almost all the way, only leaving my crown in her sopping entrance. “You’re going to what, baby?”
“Max, please stop messing around. I need—”
“I got you. I swear to freaking God I got you, baby,” I vowed. She had no idea just how honest my words were. I meant them so much more than making sure to work both of us into incredible orgasms.
She swiveled her gorgeous hips, and I thought my eyes were going to roll in the back of my head. I focused on her and me. Working her sweet body closer and closer to the edge. Our skin was hot and sweaty as I fucked her.
“Rub your clit, Leti. We need to get there,” I panted, and I heard the relief in her sigh.
She shifted, and I knew she was rubbing that swollen pearl of nerves. The image of me stretching her tiny little hole knowing she was touching herself made my balls tighten up. They drew up, achingly full, ready to fill her pussy. The idea of watching it drip out of me had my spine tingling.
“Leti, I need you to get there, baby,” I said through gritted teeth as I fought letting the moment end too quickly.
“I’m…” She swallowed and mewled, rolling her hips again. “I’m… Oh my… Max. I’m almost… Max!” she chanted my name.
Her cries were muffled as she hid her face in the sheets of my bed, and I felt it. Her walls clenched around me, squeezing and milking my dick. I lost my mind. I slammed into her. I rutted like a beast. My hands held on tightly. So much, I knew I would leave my mark behind. I liked that. Her pussy squeezed me tightly, her cries calling my name as I lost my control.
I slammed into her once.
Twice.
I was done.
I held my body tight as ribbon after ribbon of my release shot out, emptying myself into her.
The woman I would spend the rest of my life with.
