Vivian Arend - Turn It On

He loosened the clip holding her hair and pulled the curls over her shoulder. As he stroked and petted her, tension drained away and a new sensation start to rise, one of longing and desire. Ryan turned her on faster than anyone she’d ever met.

“Hop in the bathtub with some bubbles. I’ll make a quiet dinner for the two of us.” He lifted her chin until their eyes met. “If I’m welcome to stay.”

Maxine stood on tiptoes to brush her lips against his. His flavor lit a fire inside and another shaky breath released, bringing her closer to being at peace. “Please stay.”

She stepped back slowly, watching him carefully. His dark eyes sparkled at her but tension still crinkled the corners. He appeared tired and much older than usual. She brushed a hand down the side of his face and leaned closer to kiss him again, wanting to wipe the worry away. He cupped her face in both hands and kissed back, lingering, brushing his lips and tongue gently with hers. Light and sweet and reassuring. They pulled apart at the same time and finally a small smile hovered on his lips.

“Go, take your time. Dinner will be ready when you are.”

Ryan waited until he heard the water stop running before raiding the fridge and concocting a simple supper of soup and sandwiches. It gave him plenty of time to consider the rashness of his earlier actions, and way too much time to think about what Maxine would look like in the tub, nipples playing peek-a-boo through a layer of scented bubbles.

He’d suspected keeping Carl’s existence a secret would hurt. He’d tried to bring up the topic but there never seemed to be an appropriate time. And now this was the result. He was thankful Max was so forgiving. He’d acted like an ass.

She still didn’t understand. She couldn’t have, or there was no way she would have agreed so quickly to getting involved with Carl.

Hell, he still wasn’t sure what he really felt for the boy. Responsible—that emotion was more than clear. He hated to see Carl’s pain-filled eyes, hated to see the confusion and the emotional upset that came from what would be a simple misunderstanding for another child. Carl’s existence had come as a shocking surprise and was a constant reminder of their joint father’s undisciplined lifestyle. Exactly the behavior Ryan strived to avoid.

An hour passed as he sipped the wine he’d found in the pantry and waited for Maxine to join him. Finally, curiosity got the better of him, and he ascended the stairs and went to find her.

Twilight shone in the windows of the master bedroom, shades of silver and grey falling across the bed where Maxine lay, tangled in the duvet. He approached slowly to make sure he didn’t frighten her, but she was fast asleep. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her for a long time, her breasts rising and falling peacefully, bare skin open to his gaze where the quilt had slipped from her grasp.

She was beautiful. Everything about her made him hard and needy, but her compassion and caring touched him in places he had never imagined. Maybe it was possible to dream of forever with this woman. Right now she deserved to be cherished for the heart of gold she shared at every turn.

Reaching out carefully, Ryan tugged back the covers an inch at a time, his cock rising in anticipation as more of her warm flesh became exposed to his hungry eyes. Gentle as a whisper, he smoothed a hand up her thigh, the feel of satiny skin making his mouth water and his heart rate increase. He sat back and stripped off his clothing before joining Maxine on the bed.

She rolled toward him, all sleepy and warm, nestling into his arms like she belonged there. Their mouths met briefly before he brushed a line of kisses across her cheek. A low hum of arousal rose from deep in her throat to stoke his already primed nerves . Slow down. He needed to move slow and easy, but the urge to consume her grew with every moment.

Maxine lifted her hands and caressed his torso, her eyes still shut and a mischievous hint of a smile teasing the corners of her mouth. “What a wonderful dream. There’s a Greek god in my bed.”

“Goddess. You’re a goddess.”

“Hmmm, we’re both crazy, you know that?” She stretched lazily, her body arching against his fleetingly, and he sucked in a quick breath.

Slow. Keep it slow.

Ryan kissed a path down her throat, murmuring encouragement as she writhed under his caresses. “Goddess,” he repeated. “I’m going to worship you.”

Then there were no more words, just sensation. Just touch. The dimming light of the sky cast lengthening shadows over their bodies, the wind rattling the windowpane. Their lips joined, tongues entwined. Ryan stroked his fingers over her breasts, priming the tips to taut peaks, cupping the tender flesh in his palms and circling again and again until she thrust her chest up, asking for more. His mouth followed the path of his fingers, covering the tender mounds with licks and nips and gentle sucking that had Maxine panting for breath.

He slipped between her legs, the need to taste her impossible to ignore any longer. One hand opened her curls, the other soothed her hip and held her in place as he kissed her intimately, his tongue sliding over her labia and circling the sensitive swell of her clit. Teasing, licking, he savored the unique scent and flavor of her cream as her body responded to his caress. Taking the time to slowly lap the entire length of her slit, he dropped his hand and dipped a finger into her depths. Scooping the moisture he found there, he slid it lower to carefully brush the tight rosette hidden between her cheeks.

Maxine protested, gently wiggling her hips away from his seeking hand. He answered by slipping his tongue deep into her core again, alternating between thrusting through the sensitive tissue and then sucking the nub of sensitive flesh at the apex of her mound. Again he circled her anus, and this time she accepted his touch and he smiled. She readily explored new territory with him.

And it was new. The thought of taking her virgin ass thrilled him, but he’d save that adventure for another day. Now was about Maxine, and her pleasure, although the moans and panting emitting from her lovely throat made his day as well.

He turned his full attention on her, rubbing and suckling, pumping two fingers into her sheath and curving against the front wall of her passage to stroke the delicate tissue there.

“Ryan! Oh my word.” Maxine opened her legs wider, pressing her crotch against his face, her fingers buried in his hair to clutch him close. There was no way he planned on stopping, not with the rush of liquid from her body easing his fingers, mixing her sweet flavor into an aphrodisiac of the finest caliber. Under his continued ministrations she climaxed, her body squeezing his hand, a throaty cry leaving her lips and urging him to rise up and capture one rosy nipple in his teeth. He gave just the briefest bite, a slip of pain, before soothing it, but she leapt under him, her whole body jerking in response.

“Please, I need you now.” Maxine pulled at his shoulders, urging him over her body, reaching to guide his rigid cock.

As he pressed in for the first time without any barrier between them, the sensation was enough to make him groan aloud with pleasure. “So fucking good. You feel like heaven.” He dropped his head on her shoulder for a moment, savoring the sweet, tight heat squeezing his cock. She lifted her legs and he settled deeper and they both responded with moans.

“You feel amazing inside me,” Maxine whispered. “It feels so right.” He stared into her face as he withdrew slowly, until the tip of his erection clung to her heat. Then he thrust his hips forward and watched her eyes close and a satisfied smile cross her face. “Yes! Again,” she demanded.