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‘I’m scared, Max. I’ve got to get back.’
And Max is holding me as we kick towards the shore. My feet
touch the sand and I feel like an idiot. What the hell was I scared of? Max
would never have put me in danger, would he? The relief makes me shake and Max
takes me in his arms, rubbing my skin to warm me.
‘I’m sorry, honey.’
To this day, I’ll never understand why, but I suddenly wanted Max more than I ever
had before. I wrapped my arms around his neck, digging my fingers into his
skin. I felt him wince, but I also felt the sudden rush of blood to his groin
as his cock hardened against my stomach. Instantly, I was searing hot, frantic
with the need for him. My lips found his as I raked my nails down his back,
drawing blood. My nipples were turning to steel as his tongue plunged into my
mouth finding a rhythm that echoed the grinding of his body against mine. His
teeth nipped at my lips and then bit down hard making me moan with a mixture of
pain and desire. I could feel his hand searching for the fastening to my bikini
top and, frustrated by the delay, I pushed his fingers away and undid the
clasp, pressing my naked breast against his chest, rubbing my nipples
lasciviously against him.
Tingling with desire, I grabbed his hands and pressed them against my
heavy breasts, holding them there while he rubbed, pinched and squeezed my erect
nipples. The throbbing between my legs signalled a competing need and I
reluctantly took hold of his hand and gratefully directed it to my pussy.
Holding his wrist, I rubbed myself against his hand, feeling the heat flowing
from the centre of my body, along the length of his fingers, up to my hardened
nipples and down again, as if his hands were conducting the flow of electricity.
Totally oblivious to anything around us, I had to take my pleasure right then,
regardless of Max’s needs. As it happened, they coincided with mine and I opened
my eyes to see the look of triumph in his as he fully recognised the power he
held over me.
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