Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Maksimillian

I continued to lap up Zenovia’s delicious flower. Her unique and metallic taste combined with Double Dutch ice cream was exotic, and I found it hard to resist.

I moved my lips against each of her meaty petals. Oh, they were so smooth and addictive!

The balls of her feet dug in my back, but I didn’t mind. Even her hand that restlessly caressed my head and nape was so good, letting me know she loved the way I tasted her.

I admit I had never gone down to anyone but her. I had no idea why I started with her and was doing it, but I found it great. With her. Just her. Knowing she loved how I did her was boosting my ego, as I read her body well. She just loved the way I did it.

“Hmm… Maksimillian!” She groaned sexily, again and again.

I lifted my eyes while running my tongue upwards, holding her smokey grey orbs with mine. Her red lips were parted while huffing and puffing. She’d throw her head back now and again as I continued to please her. Her delectable flower’s nectar slipped out to my waiting hot mouth. I drank from her succulent well, guzzling like a thirsty traveller.

I began to insert one finger into her that made her inhale sharply and grab my head. Then, I slowly plunged deeper before pulling it back. Now and again. And again. During which, my lips and tongue were sexing her burgeoned bud. I stayed there, flicking my tongue and softly nibbling it with my lips and teeth. Her moans grew sexier, longer and higher. Her chest rose and fell faster as she panted.

“Cum, Zenovia!” I urged her with a gruffy tone. Then, I roughly kissed her fattened nub.

I knew she was nearing to the edge as her hips ground the table. It gently shook with her movements, making the plates, glasses, forks and spoons clink.

In and out, I moved my wetted finger faster, while I sucked her and flicked the tip of my tongue on her precious bud. My other hand held her by the waist to keep her on the table. I didn’t want her to slip and be in any accident.

I felt the tightening of her walls, and she gasped even more when I inserted another finger inside of her. She mewled when I continued to drive in and out of her soaking center.

“Yes, Zenovia. Don’t hold back, moye solntse.” I groaned in return.

She threw her head back again and couldn’t help but let out a string of moans. “Ohh… Maksimillian!” She was out of breath.

I did really love to hear her calling out my name hoarsely in such an ardent manner. A loud cry escaped from her when she hit the pinnacle of her pleasure that I gave her. White hot liquid lava ran out of her love canal, which I met with my eager lips and tongue. She was not done quivering when I straightened up from my crouching form.

A sharp intake of breath was heard from her when I plunged my hot rod into her hot and wet depths. Then, I paused to ask her, “How would you like it this time, Zenovia? Hard?” To show her what I was talking about, I squeezed her globes roughly and pulled out from her body just to drive into her hard and deep. Thrice. And more.

Zenovia winced while whimpering my name.

“Gentle?” I asked, slowing down and massaging her breasts gently.

She shook her head. “Show me how’s your medium is done,” she whispered.

I adjusted my pace in going in and out of her as she requested. She swallowed and breathed fast and shallow, nodding her head.

“You love this pace?” I inquired, kneading her breasts with the right pressure and pinching her hard peaks.

“Vary it. I’ll let you know if it hurts me,” she said in a low husky tone. One hand was already back on the table.

I watched as her breasts were gently rocked, caused by my continuous thrusts in her hot and tight body.

“Do it harder, Maksimillian,” she demanded, and I did so. In and out.

Lentils of sweat appeared on my forehead and chest—I could just feel them. Apparently, Zenovia’s chest also glistened with sweat. Her moans and the clinking of the plates and everything on the table were like a beautiful melody that was created for my ears only. I held her small waist with both hands as I continued to thrust into her body, feeling it soaking my huge staff. And it felt so fucking good!

Her blood also stained my hard cock, but it didn’t matter. She hadn’t told me to stop, so I continued.

“Medium now, Maksimillian,” she requested in a panting tone.

“Did I hurt you?” I paused momentarily to be sure she was fine. I was worried. My heart throbbed so hard against my rib cage. I didn’t want to add to her pain if she was in it.

“I-I’m fine. Just do it in medium pace for now,” she answered, still breathless.

“Okay.” I kissed her mouth and sucked her lower lip. It was so soft and tasted good, especially when she moved her lips averse to mine in response. Then, I proceeded as she wanted. My hips moved against hers, my butt and thigh muscles flexing. Now and then, I’d grind my pelvis, pushing deeper into her pleasurable depths and making her grunt.

I thought I was going crazy in being one with her. Never had I imagined I could feel this way. Not in a million years!

My heavy-lidded eyes were watchful of her beautiful flushed face. I knew she was going to be on edge soon. I could feel it. I could feel her tightening around me even more. She was already a very snug fit, and it grew tighter inside by the minute, despite her soaking me.

“Oh, Zenovia, moye solntse!” I kept mumbling breathlessly.

“Yes, Maks!” she breathed and moaned.

Oh, I loved Maks coming from her lips. It felt very intimate indeed!

I smiled at her and dipped my head to kiss her right peak, suckling it hard. Then, I raised my face to meet her burning gaze.

“I’m going faster and harder, okay?”

She swallowed and nodded. With her gaping mouth, I covered it with mine as I went all out on her. The sound of our joining bodies, clinking plates, glasses, forks and spoons, as well as our mewling was a beautiful song. I wish I could’ve recorded all of it and could play it whenever I wanted.

Fuck! I might do it next time. But maybe I’d ask her first to not be a creep or a perv. But yeah, maybe I’d slowly become a sentimental fool for some reason.

‘Chert poberi! (Damn it!) Maybe I already am!’

I propelled into her like an angry intruder. She was crying louder and louder. Maybe it even reached outside the door. But who cared? I didn’t. And I guessed she didn’t either.

Zenovia’s pleasing walls compressed around my stroking manhood. My entire groin area then tensed up as my precious sac was already tightening. The excitement was indeed getting intense that I could not even describe it in words. And then, she and I hit it! It was like my brain and everything else shut down, and the only thing that was on was my all physical rapture.

Zenovia’s liquefied delight bathed me, and my own cum mixed with hers. It was so damn good to be drowned inside her!

Her body shook in the aftermath while she heaved. “Maks!”

The tender look in her eyes made my fucking heart jump.

‘And why does it feel so damn right?’