Page 91 of Maxim
“Thank you,” I tell him as he hovers over me, his lips so close to mine I can almost taste him.
A small wrinkle forms across his brow. “For what, malyshka?”
“For everything… bringing me here, keeping me safe, the clothes…”
Emotion hits me hard. Maybe it’s a delayed reaction to the trauma. Tears prick my eyes and I’m worried I might cry. This is supposed to be a sexy moment, not a tearful moment. Max must think I’m an idiot who can’t keep a lid on her emotions.
To my surprise, instead of sitting up and looking at me like I’m unhinged, he wipes a stray tear away and smiles softly.
“Natalya…” I love the way he says my name; like it’s the sexiest word in the English language. “You don’t need to thank me. Everything I have is yours, if you want it. It’s my job to protect you, provide for you. I’d give you the whole world on a plate if I could.”
“But that’s…” My brain struggles to make sense of what he’s saying. “Insane!”
He frowns again. “No, it isn’t. I love you, malyshka. Nearly losing you…” Emotions - pain, anguish, rage - flutter across his handsome face, and for a moment, he closes his eyes, shutting me out.
Then he opens his eyes again and I fall into them. “I love you, Natalya. I’ve never felt like this about any woman before. You mean everything to me and I’m not letting you go.”
“You love me?” Rick told me he loved me. At the time, I was delirious with joy, but I soon learned his words were poisonous lies. He never loved me. He wanted to control me, own me, and, ultimately, destroy me.
My heart tells me Max is not like Rick. He doesn’t want to control and own me. His only goal is to protect me. I’m safe with him. Cherished and cared for.
Since the night we met, he’s protected me. He intervened and made sure Rick never hurt me again, even though I was a stranger. Then, when we met all over again, he once more stepped in when I needed help.
“Yes, Natalya, I love you.” He doesn’t allow me to say it back, which I’m grateful for because I’m not sure I’m ready to admit how I feel about him. It’s too soon and my emotions are way too unstable.
His mouth meets mine and he kisses me like he’s starving and I’m his last meal. I moan when he swipes his tongue across the seam of my lips, pushing inside and taking what he wants. Then he moves down, leaving a trail of kisses across my collarbone and the swell of my breasts.
His cock is hard and insistent against my thigh but there’s no rushing him, even if I am desperate for more. My pretty lace bra is removed and tossed aside. A hot, wet mouth finds my breasts, feasting on my hard nipples. With each slow suck of his lips, I fall a little deeper under his spell and the rest of the world fades away.
Max’s seductive mouth trails kisses lower, over my soft belly, and down between my thighs. He strokes the damp silk, purring with pleasure at how wet and ready for him I am.
Small moans and whimpers punctuate the night air. I’m so needy it’s embarrassing, but he just chuckles.
“Patience, malyshka.”
He pulls my panties down my trembling thighs and drops them to the side. For a moment, he sits back and stares at my pussy. It’s disconcerting. Is there something wrong with it? I haven’t done any lady-scaping for a week. God, do I look a mess down there?
My confidence seeps away and I try to close my legs, but he forces them back open. His gaze snaps up and he frowns.
“Why are you trying to hide your pretty pussy from me, malyshka?”
“It’s… I don’t know…” Thank god it’s dark and he can’t see me blushing.
“Baby, never hide from me. I love every part of you. This perfect pink pussy? I own that.” He leans over and licks me from my taint up to my clit. “These gorgeous tits? They’re all mine.” I moan a little when he moves over my body and sucks a nipple deep into his mouth before releasing it with a loving lick. “And now I’m going to show you how much I love you, malyshka.”
All my insecurities are forgotten when he spears my aching pussy with his tongue, drinking down my arousal like it’s the finest champagne. From his muffled groans, he’s loving this almost as much as me.
Every swipe of his tongue pushes me higher. I writhe beneath him, grinding against his face, searching for the friction I need. Scratchy stubble adds delicious bite but it isn’t enough.
“Max, please!” This is torture, I need to come. But the bastard just laughs, teasing me just enough to keep me on the edge, but not enough to let me topple over into bliss.
I wriggle a bit more and he pins me down more firmly. Minutes pass and I’m almost crying from being edged to the point of insanity. Just as I’m about to beg, he wraps his mouth over my clit, pushes three fingers inside my sopping channel, and sucks.
My orgasm hits hard and my whole body pulses with pleasure. Max moves and before I can formulate any kind of thought, sensible or otherwise, he surges inside me, stretching me with his thick cock.
“Oh fuck, malyshka, I’m not going to last long, you feel too fucking good!” My thighs wrap around his waist and the recliner creaks under our combined weight. With each slow drag in and out, my body thrums with delicious aftershocks.
The stress and pain of the last few days is vanquished, obliterated by pleasure. I’m certain now this was Max’s goal when he found me out here this evening. He probably knows I’ve been like a zombie since he brought me here.