Page 39 of Risk It All
Chapter Fourteen
Max
There's a very real chance I died in that jungle and now I'm in heaven. Part of that heaven is watching Madeleine rise over me to take her pleasure. She's like art in motion; strong, beautiful, graceful, and erotic as hell.
I wanted to hold back, make the night last, but as her body tightened around me in pleasure through her first orgasm, I nearly lost it. Her body gripped me and the friction was fierce, making holding back painful. Fortunately, I was able to rein in my own pleasure and savor the moment. To hear and feel her at that pivotal moment makes me want to spend my life giving her O after O after O for as long as I live.
Now I'm in charge, and my goal is to see her face and watch her body as pleasure washes over her again. I withdraw from her, hating the loss of contact, but knowing I don't stand a chance if stay inside her. She protests, but I silence her with a forceful kiss. Then I start over, loving her with my hands and lips.
She feels divine, tastes delicious. She's a perfect fit, as if God made her just for me. I vow to show her that I'm perfect for her too.
My lips and tongue work her breasts, my fingers slide along the folds between her thighs as I push her up again. I listen as her breathing hastens, pay attention as her hips move to meet my fingers.
“Max.” My name crosses her lips in a long moan. It's the sign.
I cover her body with mine. Taking her hands, I hold them over her head, and slide inside her again. Her long moan echoes mine, as her heat surrounds me. Her legs wrap around my hips, and she tilts her pelvis, taking me deeper, and that's it. The tether on my control rips.
I withdraw and then surge in, again and again, fast, faster, deeper. It's like my life depends on it. And she's with me the whole way, her hips rising to meet mine. We move together, wild and with abandon, and yet, in perfect harmony.
I worry I won't last long enough to see her come again, but then she cries out my name and tightens around me, taking me even higher. The tension builds and builds, until it burst from my body violently on a long, primal growl.
I collapse on her, resting my head in the delicate curve of her neck. Even so, my body isn't done as my hips continued to pump, wave after wave, until I'm completely spent.
I know I need to move. Madeleine has to be uncomfortable carrying my weight. But when I shift, her arms and legs tighten around me.
“Not yet.”
I respond by pressing a kiss to her cheek.
When feeling finally returning to my extremities, I shift to my side, pulling Madeleine with me so I can continue to hold her close.
I've been with many women before. I cared for them and got pleasure from them in bed. But there's something about Madeleine that is different. I can't articulate in my mind what it is. Everything about her and my experience with her is more intense, the sensations and emotions heightened. I have no clue what it means, but I suppose it doesn't matter. All I know is that I like it and want it to last as long as it can.
I look at her, wondering how long I can make this moment in our lives last. “You know...if we hadn't had to run for our lives out of Nigeria, we'd still be there for another day or two.”
She pushes my hair back, a gesture that fills me with warmth. “Did you get enough to work with?”
Of course, she'd think I'm talking about our mission. I inhale a breath to steady my nerves for what I really want to ask, afraid that she won't just say no, but that she'll think I'm like the other men trying to slow her down.
“I think so. But, what I meant was, we're not expected home for several days. Perhaps we could spend the time here. I can finally take you on a date.”
She smiles, and it loosens the tight feeling in my chest. “A few days in London?”
“Yes. Or Paris. I think I promised you Paris.”
“I like London.”
“So, that's a yes?”
She kisses me. “Yes.”
Thank god.It's frightening how important she's become to me. I'm a confident man, but I have no doubt that Madeleine could bring me to my knees. A niggle at the back of my brain alerts me of the probability she'll do just that. She's already warned me of the possibility. But I'm nothing if not daring and willing to take the risk. I push aside the concern about how long I'll have before her life becomes too busy to think of me. Instead, I focus on the here and now. She's warm and sated in my arms. In a few minutes, I'll offer to heat her up and sate her again. For now, that will have to be enough.
Madeline
I wake to an empty bed.For a moment, I think it's all been a dream. Not just the spectacular sex with Max, but the trip to Nigeria as well. The soreness in my body from our adventures in Nigeria and in bed clue me into reality.
“Max?”
