Hide and Seek (7 page)

The temptation to rush into the heat of the moment, to throw aside her idealisms and let Maxim completely have his way with her, was powerful. She knew she had to take things slow. To be careful.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she let her legs dangle off as she lay back and stretched her arms above her head. The position thrust her breasts upward, her sensation-infused nipples brushing the soft fabric of her nightgown. “Undress me, Maxim. With your teeth.”

His hungry wolf eyes flashed over her form, his smile devilish and dimpled as he dropped the sex toy next to her. “All too eagerly, my queen.”

Standing between her legs, he climbed over her, his rigid cock pressing against the inside of her thigh. He brought his mouth to the top button of her flannel nightgown, working the fastening free. Moving on, he undressed her one button at a time, his teeth and lips grazing across her bare skin. Shudders racked her body, running over her electrified flesh and straight to her pussy.

Trembling, she clutched his shoulders for support. As he worked the buttons between her breasts open, his tongue darted out, making contact with her chest. Her fingers dug into his muscles. Good lord. She was taking this slow because she wanted to maintain control…not lose it. How could his every slight touch feel so erotic? He hadn't even gotten to the good parts, and already, she could feel an orgasm building in her, threatening her very sanity.

She was afraid. What if she forgot herself, caught up in the throes of passion? Let herself—or Maxim—do things she'd regret? What if she lost her head, or worse, her heart?

What if she didn't?

Again, his mouth pressed and slid over the sensitized skin of her breasts and she clenched his shoulders so hard that her nails pierced his skin.

His eyes darted up, gleaming with passion. “Feeling wild?”

Wild? That wasn't the half of it. Every fiber of her being wanted him to gobble her up, to lick and suck and bite her, to take her breasts and lather attention over them.

“Damn straight.” She squeezed his shoulders tighter. “Don't stop.”

By the time his mouth reached her waist, Elisa couldn't bear another second. His tongue darted into her belly button, shoving her over the edge. Fuck undressing her the rest of the way. She wanted him sucking her nipples. Now.

“Stop! Damn it, you're too slow!” Grasping him by the hair, she tugged him upward. “Kiss my breasts. My nipples.”

A sigh of relief escaped Maxim as he climbed back over her. “Gladly,” he whispered, his breath caressing her breasts. Not at all gentle, he claimed her left nipple, drawing it between his lips and sucking furiously. He pulled the achingly tight bud between his teeth, rolling it.

Lightning struck Elisa, ecstasy searing her body as he tormented the ever-hardening pebble. Pulling, he drew the bud outward, then suddenly freed it, allowing her nipple to pop back into place. His tongue darted out and he licked the tip, slowly drawing a circle around her areola.

“Oh, Maxim, yes,” she panted, guiding his head to her right breast. “More.”

Maxim rained kisses over the soft mound, then traced a path to her intensely erect nipple, claiming its center. Grabbing his head, she ground his mouth into her. “More. Suck more.”

Maxim obeyed, nursing her like a babe feeding. Sparks shot through her pussy and she lifted, wanting to be filled.

To her disappointment, he pulled free. “God, Elisa, you're incredible. Beautiful.” His words fluttered across her skin, the line making her flinch in disappointment. “You know, I could fall—”

In love? Hell no! She wasn't being prey to that line.

The moment had been so perfect, the ecstasy so glorious, and he'd ruined it. She wouldn't have any of his bullshit…not now…not as vulnerable as she currently was.

Stretching her arm, she smacked his bare ass and not lightly. “None of that now.”

“Hey!” His muscles stiffened in protest, his cock driving upward, ramming against her mons, applying pressure to her nerve-laden clit.

She spanked him again, this time just for fun. “If I want to hear your sweet talking, I'll ask. Now…”

He glared at her defiantly, but the passion dancing in his confused gaze was undeniable.

His mouth smashed down upon her breasts, devouring the flesh. He suckled, nipped, and licked at her greedily, driving her to again deliver a warning to his rear.

“Nicely, Maxim,” she demanded. “Your job is to please
me
, remember?”

“All too well,” he murmured, slowing his vigorous actions and taking her nipple into his mouth. He licked around the bud, flicking the peak, then drawing it between his lips. She bloomed from deep within and arched into his attentions, enjoying his oral pleasuring so much, yet desperate for more…more than his mouth could ever give.

Cradling the weight of her breast in his palms, he drew on her harder. Meanwhile, his thumb flicked over her free nipple.

Pleasure shot straight to her clit. She swam in glorious, delirious desire until she could take no more. Half-drunk with lust, she pushed Maxim's head south. “Get this nightgown off of me. Fast.”

He resumed the torturous task of unbuttoning her with his mouth, his lips hot and soft against her skin. She couldn't stand any more torture! “No, Maxim. Hurry!”

His hands slid along her sides as he dropped onto his knees between her legs, and cupped her bottom, still undressing her so slowly, she wanted to cry. “I can only go so fast.”

“Rip it off.”

“If you'd just be patient, I could please you.” He squeezed her ass firmly. “As you truly wish.”

Patient? That wasn't any easy thing to be when she was dying from need. But he was right. She was supposed to be taking things slow. Not getting caught up in the moment…

Or was it already too late?

The walls of her pussy flexed, demanding to be filled. Biting her lower lip, Elisa silenced her demands, and allowed him to continue his painstakingly slow undressing.

With every second that passed, she was certain she'd detonate. She could barely tolerate the tingle-invoking caresses of his mouth against her bare skin, but somehow, some way, she restrained the orgasm threatening her.

Finally, the last button released, Maxim opened her nightgown, fully exposing her to him.

“What would you have me do now, my queen?”

Elisa lifted her feet to the edge of the mattress, spreading and propping her legs wide. “Prepare me for the vibrator.”

His fingers rested upon her mons, pulling her folds apart and diving in with his tongue. Swiping along her clit, he tasted her, then probed deep into her vagina.

Elisa's back arched as she held tightly to the comforter beneath her, almost unable to breathe.

His tongue dove in and out of her, licking along her labia, softly, slowly, sampling every inch of her pussy. She bucked against his face, fucking his mouth.

Inserting two fingers into her sheath, he spread them within her, forcing her inner muscles to stretch against him. He slid his other hand under her bottom, lifting her so that he could press his hand far inside her slick, welcoming cunt.

To her great physical appreciation, his fingers twisted and curled within her, searching around her pelvis bone and discovering her G-spot. The strongest wave of pleasure to ever rock her body slammed through her full force as he massaged the sensitive spot and his mouth returned to praising her pussy, licking and loving all over her clit.

“You like that, don't you?” he asked.

Not wanting him to stop, but desperately trying to hang onto her control, she whispered her reply. “Yes. Just like that.”

“Good. I like it too,” he told her. “I like the look on your face and being deep inside of you. You're so soft, so tight.”

Any measure of restraint Elisa still possessed was wiped into oblivion as she went wild, thrashing against him, riding his mouth and fingers. “Maxim! God, that's so good!”

The threat of an orgasm strengthened, vibrating in her from head to toe, and she twisted away from him. She didn't want to come yet. Not like this. She wanted to experience her release all at once…and in a huge way. She wanted to walk away from this bed satisfied. Not still longing for Maxim.

“The vibrator,” she told him. “Now.”

“I thought you'd never ask.” Maxim retrieved his fingers, licked her arousal from his lips, and took the toy.

Dipping back into her pussy with his forefinger, he retrieved some of her cream and spread the lubrication up and down the length of the toy, then positioned it at her entry.

“I know you're feeling needy right now, but I'm going to go slow. This is one big toy.” Without turning it on, he pressed the fake cock an inch inside her, and no more, driving her insane. She pushed against him, writhing and trying to gain more length.

“No,” she insisted. “Give it all to me. I can take it.”

He lowered his head, gently kissing her mons and brushing his chin along her pubic hair. “Let me pleasure you, my queen. I promise you'll enjoy it.”

Her heart squeezed tightly at the intimate action. Such consideration, such affection—from him—was not what she needed, not now, in this pinnacle moment; not ever.

But what she wanted was another story.

“Oh God…”

He inserted another fraction of the vibrator into her. Elisa was certain she'd go crazy, well aware that she was losing her grasp on her so-called dominance. Rapidly becoming putty in his hands.

No!

She had to, had to…do something…

Hooking her toes into the side of the mattress, she reacted with what came naturally at the moment, and bucked against the rubber shaft, impaling herself with the vibrator.

Her pussy stretched to accommodate the toy, her feminine muscles pulsing, drawing it deeper with every miniscule contraction. The ache in her womb, the need to be filled, was greater than she'd ever experienced.

But thank God, she was back in control. Of herself. Of her body. Of Maxim.

“Fuck me with it.” She made her tone harsh, leaving no room for debate. “Or I'll do it myself and you can sit and watch.”

Maxim sucked in a sharp breath and stared at her bared mons, at the vibrator wedged between her legs, hunger in his eyes. Lowering his head, he placed a gentle kiss to her clit. “If you want me—”

“Now!”

“Nope. I don't think so. I want you to beg me, Elisa. Plead. Scream.” Shifting on his knees, he slowly rotated the handle in a circle, twisting the wide head in her tunnel. “Tell me what you need, and maybe I'll—”

“Don't play with me.” Reaching down, she seized the handle from his grasp. “I don't need you, not at all.”

Her threat was hollow. She couldn't bear for him to abandon her now. But he didn't know that.

“Okay, okay…” He placed another gentle kiss to her pussy. “I'll give you exactly what you want. If it's fucked you want”—he rammed the vibrator into her, hard, lurching her body—“it's fucked you'll get.”

Ripping the toy from her pussy, he completely withdrew it, then plunged it in again, spearing her with quick, forceful thrusts that rocked her body.

Her desire already volatile, his forceful actions drove her into a fog of pleasure, and she was unable to think, much less control any damn thing, including herself. Or him.

Maxim pressed the scooped tip so that it continuously, in steady rhythm, made contact with her G-spot. Then, without warning, he turned the toy on high power, and it vibrated inside of her, shaking her from the inside out.

Slowing his plunges, he ground the toy deep, letting it rub and massage her G-spot as the clit stimulator worked the bundle of nerves, driving her to the brink so quickly, she almost wanted it to stop, though she couldn't stand the thought.

“Like that, my queen? Or do you require more?”

“That's good…” The words quivered from her throat, barely audible, even to herself. “Really good.”

He continued to pump the pulsing shaft in and out of her, a tidal wave of pleasure within her swelling into a tsunami. Her limbs became unmovable, her mind useless against his sexual prowess; her strength had vanished, her will weak, her barricades fallen. She was at his mercy and he was driving her over a cliff.

“Elisa,” he whispered, his hot breath blowing across her bared, swollen labia. “God, you're incredible. Say you want me…say you want my cock.”

I want you. God, Maxim, I want you.

She couldn't deny him, didn't have the spirit to. But she didn't have the strength to ask for what she truly wanted.

All Elisa could do was hold tight to the bed, bracing herself as pure, unadulterated ecstasy literally shook her lower regions, her loins burning with an orgasm, yet refusing to release.

As much as she wanted to free the pent-up pleasure, the way he was fucking her was too incredible, too damned good, and she instinctually clamped her muscles tight, milking as much of the feeling as she could.