Her tiny fingers slipped inside the waistband of his trousers, plucking at his pants and tickling his ribs, but he wasn’t finished kissing her yet.
He grabbed her hands and stretched them above her head because her tickling his bare skin was driving him crazy. She moaned as he pinned her wrists to the mattress above her head and kissed her more deeply, sucking her mouth and tongue because he craved her taste. He moved away from her lips, letting her gulp air while he mouthed the undersides of her arms, her neck, and down to the tops of her breasts plumping above the low neckline of her red dress.
A tiny row of white lace lined the edge of her décolletage. He hadn’t even seen the lace trim until he licked it, and the surprise of that little feminine extra on her dress delighted him. He ran his tongue under it, feeling the roughness of the lace and the satin of her skin as she gasped and her skin rose to him.
Max held himself up on the knuckles of his hand that restrained her wrists and scooped one gorgeous tit out of her dress, and he sucked her pink nipple hard into his mouth.
She arched under him, and he sucked more of her breast. She was keening now, mewling with wanting him, too. He pulled hard enough on her to make her cry out before he yanked her dress below her other tit and went to work on that one. The stretchy dress acted like an elastic band, holding her breasts up and together so he could suck on one and then the other, biting and drawing on one until it became too sensitive and then surprising her by pinching the other one hard between his fingers.
Her breasts were so beautiful, firm and plump and round with femininity. He finally couldn’t stand just pinching and tormenting them and hearing her soft cries, so he dragged her off the bed and spun her to turn her back to him. Again, she uttered a squeak of surprise like the fluffy little animal she was, and it drove him into a frenzy of wanting to fuck her.
Maxence was quite aware that his body was being used for whatever her purposes were, so he was going to make sure she got whatever it was she was looking for, and then some.
He snatched his tee shirt off the floor, stretched it out into a rope, and tied her wrists behind her back with a quick knot.
He could push her over the bed and take her from behind, using her bound wrists to pull her back onto his cock.
Later.
“Oh, I—” she said.
He turned her back to face him and shoved her shoulders to force her to kneel at his feet, right by the side of the tall bed. “Open.”
Her blue eyes were wide, almost frightened, just the hint of tears on her lower eyelids but not quite enough to make him stop.
God, this woman was perfect. He could fuck her for weeks.
He unbuttoned his tuxedo trousers, lifting away the long flap that wrapped to his obliques. “I said, open your mouth, and lay back across the bed because I’m going to fuck your tits first, then your mouth.”
She eased herself backward, her eyes still wide and wary, and he pulled his erection out of his pants.
He hadn’t thought her eyes could get any bigger, but they did.
Her eyes grew to huge, startled pools of blue. Max didn’t need to give her the spiel about how he could hold back if he hurt her yet. Let her worry that he was going to force that monster inside her for a while.
He stepped forward to straddle her legs, flopped it on her chest, and pressed it between the fragrant globes of her breasts. The neckline of her dress he’d pulled under her breasts still pressed her tits tightly together, and he slid between them, the dry friction of her skin tugging at his foreskin and shaft. Slippery beads of precum leaked from his tip, wetting her cleavage with each stroke.
Pleasure rippled up his skin. He wanted to fuck every part of her, but he’d start with this.
Slow at first because he wanted to feel himself fucking her smoothness, he held those delicious tits more tightly and thumbed her nipples, then pinched them every time he slid through. She was half-lying back on the bed, arching her breasts harder into his hands as he kneaded and fucked them, and moaning with his hands pulling and pinching her.
The tension built in him, and he didn’t hold back because he was going to keep fucking her anyway. As his body tightened, he grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth.
Her tongue wrapped his cock, licking him inside her mouth, and he fucked her face until he came. He squeezed his eyes shut, crashing into the moment of mindless ecstasy and the electric, involuntary spasms slamming through his body. He held her on him while he spurted down her throat.
When he released her, she sucked his softening erection back into her mouth for a second and then licked the long, thick length of him with the sumptuous flat of her tongue so he could see her do it, and she looked up at him while her tongue ran up the length of him.
God, he got swollen and hard again, just watching her do that.
He grabbed her hair on the back of her head in his fist and guided her mouth down to lick his erection again, and then up.
She stared into his eyes while she worked his cock with her tongue.
Oh, this woman would be a handful.
He grabbed her under her armpits and easily tossed her back over the bed, her hands still bound behind
