Chapter 36: Lights, Camera, Action (2)
"Max, move," she breathed.
Max released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
Max pulled back, then thrust forward. Liliana murmured. He did everything he could to go slow and easy. He didn’t want to push her too quickly. But her arousal told another story.
It coated his shaft, dripping down her thighs. Her mouth was open, her eyes squeezed shut, and her head lolled onto his shoulder.
"Like that?"
"Like...ahh...like that."
He was slow and steady, ensuring she felt good every step of the way. He couldn’t move as quickly as he wanted, and he felt he needed to concentrate more on how much pressure to give.
His hand found her breasts, and with every thrust, he teased her nipples. He felt her walls close in on him, and he cursed.
"You’re close," he said.
Her hand gripped his. He could feel her resistance to it.
"Don’t resist. Let it happen naturally. It’s supposed to happen."
He thrust into her harder and faster than before. Not the way he was used to, but it was enough for her. He continued to tease her body. His lips on her neck, his fingers teasing his nipples and his shaft buried inside her.
It didn’t take long for her to let go. Her body shuddered more violently than he had ever seen before. His breath came out short and ragged.
He stopped moving, willing himself not to be milked dry by how tightly her walls held him.
"Oh, oh, ohmygod," Liliana’s voice was pitched high.
Max held her, waiting for the tremors to pass before he pulled out.
He found himself breathing heavily, not expecting that her orgasm would affect him in such a way. He convinced himself that it was because she was so tight from not having had sex for so long.
It could never be that he enjoyed that kind of slow, torturous sex.
His shaft glistened with her juices. He was aching and unsatisfied. He waited until she had come down from her orgasm before he spoke.
"I want you on top," he said.
Dazed, Liliana turned around to meet his gaze.
"I want you on top," he repeated.
Her bright eyes looked silly and confused. Seeing her lying there unsure of what he was asking. Her pulled her up and allowed her to straddle him.
"Oh," she said, surprised, looking between them.
The head of Max’s shaft released precum as he felt her heat pressing on him. She looked down between the two of them in bewilderment.
"You don’t think I had an orgasm, did you?"
Her head snapped up, "I..." Then she stopped speaking.
"I’m doing this for you. I need to make sure you feel good before I can feel good."
Bullshit, I’m doing this for money. If it was any other reason, I would have gotten my nut dashed the hell out of this house.
He glanced at the camera quickly, without her noticing. Don’t think he forgot that her elders would be seeing this.
She smiled, a bit hazy, but he could see she liked what he said.
"So," he grinned cheekily. "Are you going to keep me waiting? Remember you’re on top, so you’re in control."
He removed his hands from her hips and placed them behind his head. He looked up at her, waiting for her decision.
I swear, if she doesn’t ride me, I might kill someone
"Whenever you’re ready."
Liliana looked at him. At how patient he was. She bit her lips, then reached between them. She wrapped her fingers around him and gasped, as if realizing how hot and hard he was.
She guided him inside her. As she sank, she let out an almost pornographic moan.
Max’s vision blurred at the edges.
Holy shit. This feels fucking amazing.
He licked his lips, looking between them. He wondered what her cunt was made of.
She threw her head back and moaned as she took him all in. She rolled her hips.
"Ohh, fuck."
She clamped around his shaft, making Max’s toes curl. But he didn’t move. He kept his hands behind his head, gripping his neck. No matter how much he wanted to touch her, he didn’t.
The visual was killing him, though. Her full, heavy breasts with their dark pink nipples. Her swollen clit and the junction between the two of them. Which part of this didn’t turn him on.
He watched her tits bounce as she adjusted to the size of him in this new position.
"You okay?" He asked, voice sounding rough.
"I’m...I’m good, really good." She sounded surprised. Surprised that she felt this good, surprised that she could actually ride him; no one knew.
She lifted herself, and Max watched his length reappear inch by inch. Then it disappeared as she sank onto it in the same slow motion.
"Ahhh. Ah. Unnnh."
Hearing her and seeing her like this, Max couldn’t help bucking his hips. It was an involuntary move, but it made her moan louder.
"You feel...so good, really, really, ohhh, good."
The more she rode him, the less her trepidation appeared. She began riding him faster. Max watched her breasts bounce, heard the wet smacking sound between the two of them.
He wanted to flip her over, to plunge into her until she forgot her own name. Instead, he bit his lip and let her set the pace.
He swore to himself that unless he was tied up, he wouldn’t torture himself like this again. Then he found his opening. He noticed her slowing down. She was losing momentum.
Now was his time.
"Lily. Can I hold your hips?"
She looked down at him. Seeing his hands no longer behind his back, she sank onto him and moaned her answer: yes.
Max’s hand landed on her hips as soon as she answered. He held her, letting her continue to set the pace, but taking some of the pressure off her. He was patient, but he could feel his patience running out.
If she didn’t move soon, he might lose his mind.
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