Page 40 of Risk It All
There's no response. I get up and find a robe resting at the foot of the bed. I put it on, but hope that Max is in the mood to take it off me again. I have no illusions that what we're doing is the beginning of a long-term relationship. Our lives are so different, and I'd been clear to him that my lifestyle is an important part of who I am. But that doesn’t mean I can't enjoy the here and now with him.
As I reach the bathroom, I hear the shower running. I open the door to a wall of steam, and enter, closing the door behind me. Dropping my robe, I open the stall door.
Max's strong back and tight ass greeted me.
“You've missed a spot.” I step in behind him, running my hands down his slick back, giving those tight buns a squeeze.
He looks over his shoulder at me. “Thank God you showed up when you did.” He turns around and pulls me into his arms.
The slide of his wet, hard body against mine, makes all my nerve endings fire. “When you weren't in bed, I was afraid I'd dreamt you.”
He nuzzles my neck. “You must have amazing dreams.”
I laugh, remembering the dream about him I had on the airplane. “Only about you, apparently.”
“The reality of you is much better than I what I dreamt.”
“You've had dreams of me?” He’d suggested as much on the flight over to Nigeria, but I thought he was just trying to be annoying.
His cheeks flush and he gives me a coy smile. “You've featured in a few. To be honest, I wasn't always asleep while I conjured you up.”
The idea that was fantasizing about me while pleasuring himself sends a thrill through me. I take the soap, building the lather and rubbing it over his chest. He has magnificent pecs. “Will you tell me about them?”
“I'd rather show you.” His arms wind around me, lifting me slightly and pressing me against the wall.
“You dreamed about the shower?” I nip at his earlobe.
He groans. “The shower one I was awake, imagining you wrapping your legs around me.”
“Like this.” I hook my legs around his hips, and open for him, eager to welcome him inside me again.
“Yes.” His word draws out in a hiss, as he slides slow, and steady into my body.
“Max.” Pleasure spreads from my center outward.
He responds with a thrust. Then another. I grip his shoulders, holding on as his body assaults mine in the most sensuous way possible. He feels larger with each driving thrust. The friction feels so, so good I can hardly believe it. My body wants more, more, gripping and pulling at him to give me all.
“Now, Madeleine, now.”
My breath catches as the world spins away into pleasure.
“Yes, God yes, like that.” He growls out his own release.
It's a few minutes before I have feeling in my legs again.
I marvel at how good we are together. That thought leads to a warning bell that I shouldn’t think too much about this. Max is like a dream, but time and experience have taught me that dreams and fairy tales aren't real. As perfect as this man, this moment is, it's not real.
He frowns. “Are you okay?” He steps back. “Did I hurt you?”
I cling to him, hating that I let my inner most thoughts show on my face. I smile to hide my true feelings. “You need to give a girl a minute to recover when you take her hot and hard in the shower.”
He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Like he doesn't believe me. I kiss him, hoping to put the sparkle back in his eyes.
When I pull away, he studies me for a moment before asking. “So, what adventures await us today?”
I give him a coy smile. “We can stay inside.”
A flash of heat sparks in his eyes. “I'm up for that kind of challenge.”
