After doing some yoga positions that accentuated parts of my body, I decided to leave him hanging. We were playing a game of cat and mouse but allowing it to get out of hand would be a horrible situation to venture into after the way things ended between us. Don't get me wrong, my body ached for him, my mind wanted him, and I had to admit my heart … well, it was fighting as hard as it could.
I turned and made my way to change out of my clothes and into a towel for the sauna. A bit in there will do me some good to sweat the horniness and frustration right out of me. At least, I knew I would be alone for a while and could calm my nerves.
The door opened only a few minutes after I had situated myself. I was getting ready to cover myself up, but instead, I stayed exactly how I was. To hell with it! I have never been ashamed of my body and worked damn hard for it, so that wasn't going to change today.
I didn’t lift my head or even acknowledge anyone else was in the room, trying to relax and take in the steamed air. I loved to sweat and felt amazing afterward.
It was quiet, and I kept my eyes closed, breathing in and out and trying to get the thought of a particular fireman out of my mind. I was good at overpowering my mind, always had been. My body was strong, but my mind was far stronger.
And then I felt him. His hand slowly slid up my thigh as light as a feather but as strong as any good man would feel. His hands were rough from his fighting fires, and my skin recognized it. I didn't have to open my eyes because I knew exactly who it was. My body knew his touch, and I broke out in goose bumps, making my hair stand up on end.
His hands continued up to right where I wanted them, inserting one finger slowly as I spread my thighs willingly.
His touch felt so good that I finally cracked my eyes simply to see that I was awake and not dreaming. Yes, it felt that fantastic.
Maxwell began running his tongue along my upper thigh, and I shivered with excitement, knowing exactly where he was heading. I bit my tongue to keep from demanding him to skip the trail to the wanted area. Instead, I decided to enjoy every single touch.
His tongue finally met my center, and I had lost all my control. I began rubbing myself on his face, trying to get every bit that Maxwell was offering. I didn't want it to end and would milk every second for eternity.
He circled the exact spot I was craving and then lightly stayed there, making sure he pleased me to the ultimate extent.
The thing with me was I loved sex. Everything about it. Yes, I had issues with love, but I loved sex. And love it, I did, especially with Maxwell.
The next thing I know, Max was lifting me up against the wall as his towel dropped, and he slid inside me while I wrapped my legs around him. I had been waiting for his arrival and was immensely pleased. I immediately made room for him and moaned as he found the spot that he has memorized.
He held me as he hit my insides, pleasing me with every stroke perfectly. His body stood perfectly flush with mine, and our hips moved in unison.
We fit together like a perfect jigsaw puzzle. He was taller than I was by a good foot, but we always lined up perfectly.
“More … more … more …” I found myself whispering with a growl while he’d thrust then remove himself just enough to make me whine. I sucked on his ear with a nibble to show I wanted him … every bit he could give me.
He then thrust hard, giving me exactly what I wanted.
“Damn, Sad … you feel so good. I can’t get deep enough in you …” he said with his husky voice that in and of itself was sexy as hell.
I began moving my hips with his urgently until we both hit our home run together. He held me against the wall, but the rough hold got softer as we finished. After recovering from our moment, he slowly placed me back down on the floor. A floor I didn't want to be on; I wanted to be in the air wrapped around his body.
“How did you get in here?” I asked, smiling and touching his chest.
“Pays to be friends with the staff.” He winked. I was impressed, but Maxwell usually did impress me.
MORE About Coldhearted
Two years ago, I, Maxwell Newman fell in love and lost it as soon as I recognized it. She disappeared out of my life just like the fires that I smother when called upon as a lieutenant of the Austin Fire Department. I’m a man that has always gotten what he wanted when I wanted it.
But not this time…How was I going to live without the one thing I wanted so badly?
Two years ago, I, Sadie Wilson lost the only man I had ever loved although I didn't realize it. I push any person away just like I have every other thing in my life that wanted something more from me than a good time. Now, I am scarred by the pain that lives in my heart. I’m successful at everything I do, except love. I’ve never wanted love, until him and now it’s too late.
How is it possible to move on from the one that you love tremendously from every part of your being?
Or can you?
I currently reside outside of Austin, Texas. I'm a mother of 2 amazing kiddos and married to my gorgeous soulmate for almost 20 years. I have a full time job in the medical field but would rather be spending my time writing! I love to spend my free time reading, being outside and playing with my family and 4 fur babies. I started to write at the instinct of "hey maybe I can do that!" and haven't stopped since. I have enjoyed every step of the journey. I am blessed to have very supportive friends and family that make my life worth living!
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Wednesday, 8 March 2017
#SneakPeek: Coldhearted by Brooklyn Taylor