The Pixie Prince (4 page)

Chapter Five

Max hadn’t heard Bliss come in because he was sound asleep for the first time in days. The mattress was exactly as Marty had described. It was like sleeping on a cloud. However, the sound of the shower had disturbed the silence of the room, eventually awakening him. That’s when he realized Bliss had returned.

He laid there in the huge bed, reveling in its softness and his ability to lie on his back without pain. He knew he was completely in love with Bliss’ bed. He had to admit she did things right. The sheets felt softer than silk or satin. The four pillows were big and thick and fluffy. Whatever they were laundered in smelt like a fruit tree orchard. He didn’t want to ever leave there… especially if she was in the bed with him.

As he listened to the sound of the shower, he imagined what she looked like in the tiled stall, water pouring over her naked skin. Since meeting Bliss, he’d had a number of fantasies and images of her in his head, but this one was the most explicit yet. It had his cock hard in mere seconds. By some thankful twist of fate, Bliss seemed to want him as much as he wanted her so Max knew that what remained of the night would not be spent sleeping.

Getting her out of her towel when she emerged from the bathroom had been surprisingly easy. However, he hadn’t realized the consequences of being faced with the ivory perfection of her naked body. All those curves wrapped in silky skin had sent him into cardiac arrest. He’d been so tongue tied that he’d made a few dumbass remarks that did nothing for his illusion of sophistication. To his great relief, Bliss didn’t seem to notice how dorky he sounded.

Touching her had sent lightning bolts of sensation rocketing through his body. Every fantasy that had passed through his head from the moment he met her seemed laid before him like a smorgasbord. Every word she spoke told him she wanted him, putting to rest all of his self doubts.

Kissing her felt different now that he was sure he would be slipping between her silken thighs. A fierce possessiveness rose within him, fueling the driving sense that he could never let her go. Every instinct within him screamed, “
Mine
!”

He thrust his tongue against hers, twirling with it aggressively. He wanted to make it so good between them that she would never want to leave him.

Max couldn’t get enough of her. He touched her everywhere, the skin on the palms of his hands burning at the feel of her smooth flesh beneath them. The scent of her overwhelmed him, driving his lust to a frenzy.

Fuck, I want to eat her like a peach, he thought as he broke the kiss and began to nibble and lick along her throat. He hit one spot just below her ear, and she let out a loud moan. Sucking on it, he felt her shudder beneath his hands.

“Oh, goddess, that feels good. I’m shaking so hard…”

Max heard her words and rolled her beneath him, rubbing his hips against her. His stiff cock thrust against her thighs, and she parted them, cradling him between her legs. The scent of her pussy filled his nose, and he trailed a line of kisses from her throat down her torso. He couldn’t wait to see her spread open before him, wet and swollen with arousal. He licked her belly button, hearing her breath catch in her throat.

One hand slipped down between her legs, and he smiled when he found that she was hairless. His fingers fluttered, dipping between the wet folds. A little cry escaped her as the tip of his index finger scraped the edge of her clit. The feel of her sensitive flesh beneath his fingers drove him insane. He rubbed her, and her hips bucked against his hand.

Licking his lips, he slid down her body until his shoulders were between her spread thighs. With his fingers, he opened her swollen lips and let his gaze feast on her deep, pink pussy. Her flesh gleamed with moisture, her scent sweeter than candy. She smelled so luscious, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He exhaled a long breath and bent to lick her.

The instant Max’s tongue stroked up her labia, Bliss screamed. Her fingers fisted in his long hair, pulling a little. If he hadn’t been busy licking her, he would have grinned, but the taste of her exploded on his tongue, and he was lost. He ground his face into her, licking and sucking and swirling his tongue inside her. He couldn’t get enough of her. When he sucked on her clit, encircling it with the tip of his tongue, her body convulsed in orgasm. He stroked a finger into her, feeling her muscles clamp down on him as she spasmed.

The smell of her sweet pussy filled the room, and Max kept stroking and licking her long after her orgasm passed. He could feel her body ramping up again, her lust rising and her pale skin flushing. Thick, sticky juices flowed from her, telling him how much her body liked what he was doing. He could have lain there all night rubbing and licking and sucking her. The taste of her on his tongue intoxicated him, like heady wine.

“Max,” she moaned, pulling on his hair. “I want you. I want to taste you…”

Max’s cock flexed. Suddenly, the need to feel her tongue wrapped around him fired his brain. He crawled up her slender body, stopping to suck her tight nipples for a moment before locking his mouth on hers. He knew his face was sticky with her juice, but he didn’t care. Apparently, Bliss didn’t either. She broke the kiss, licking at his face, tasting herself on him.

With a shudder, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Max’s eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure. He flopped backward onto the mattress, briefly thanking his deity for the foam mattress that allowed him to lie on his back. Bliss lightly raked the nails of her free hand down his chest. She bent and licked his belly button just as he had done to her.

Max groaned loudly. Her touch set him on fire. “Oh, baby. I love the feel of your tongue on me.”

She looked up at him briefly, her eyes filled with triumph. “You do? ‘Cause there is a lot more to come. In fact, I think
you
need to come,” she purred.

He grabbed her chin in his hand. “I do need to come, but not in your mouth, baby. Not this time. This first time, I wanna come inside you, so be warned.”

She grinned at him and lifted his cock to take a swipe at the head with her tongue. She swirled the tip of her tongue under the ridge of his cock head and a wave of intense pleasure swept over him, making him groan aloud once more. Her touch alone made him want to come, and now her tongue tested his control.

Bliss licked his cock up and down like a lollipop while her hands explored his tight balls. She stopped and looked up at him curiously for a moment. “You wax?” she asked in surprise, her brows lifted.

“It’s a model thing,” Max gritted out. First, all the touching and licking drove him nuts, then as soon as she stopped, it drove him more insane. “I model underwear. The camera doesn’t like stray hair.”

“Ohhhhhh,” she said as comprehension dawned. Then her eyes danced with amusement. “I don’t care for stray hair either. This makes everything so much easier.”

Before Max could reply, Bliss’ lips stroked down the length of his erection, wetting him. When she got back to the head, she sucked it into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue for a moment. Then her lips slid downward, as she took him deep into the hot cavern of her mouth. He felt her throat muscles relax as she took his entire length, sucking and slurping at him. One of her hands cradled and fondled his balls, while the other teased the tight puckered hole of his anus.

Max shivered. Never had a woman sucked him so well. Usually, they had trouble accommodating his size. Bliss seemed to know just what to do to pleasure him beyond what anyone else had ever done. The feel of her tongue swirling around his cock while her lips and mouth sucked on him, made him want to grab her by the head and just fuck her face until his orgasm burst over him. He could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she wouldn’t mind.

Heat enveloped his groin, and his balls tightened. He could feel his orgasm gathering and he tried to find the will to pull free of her hot, sucking mouth. Max was on the verge of coming in her mouth when her lips popped free of his shaft.

His orgasm arrested, Max’s eyes narrowed as he looked down the length of his body to find Bliss staring hungrily at his cock. It throbbed in her fist, the veins distended. Her fingers stroked him, using the saliva and precum to lubricate the gliding movements. The way she looked at his cock fired Max’s lust even more. When she bent and sucked his balls into her mouth, he could have screamed. Her mouth sucked delicately at the round globes, her tongue dancing over the tender flesh.

Sweat broke out over Max’s body as he fought for control. She had the most talented mouth and tongue of anyone he’d ever been with. She knew unerringly what to do to him, what he liked most, and how he liked it. No bed partner had ever been more perfect for him. Still, as spectacularly as she sucked him, he wanted to fuck her.

Reaching for her head, he gently pulled her off his cock and balls. She looked up at him with eyes that glittered in the darkness. Tugging at her shoulders, he urged her over his body. She straddled his hips with her knees, her white thighs parted above him. Max grasped his cock in one hand, directing it toward her soaking wet pussy. He rubbed the head against her slit, causing her to shudder and moan.

As Max pressed his hips upward, Bliss grabbed his shoulders, hanging on as she sank down onto the hard heat of his erection. He filled her tightly, so tightly that he wondered dazedly if he was going to fit. But she wriggled on him, crying out in pleasure, as the last bit of him pushed up into her. For a moment, they were still. Max could feel the hard nubbin of her clit pressing against the base of his cock. He slipped one finger between them and tweaked the blood-filled, sensitive flesh. Bliss jerked, crying out again.

Max smiled and took hold of her narrow hips as she began to ride him. Her tight, slick flesh caressed every inch of his cock as she ground herself against him. Her body undulated above him as she rode, and the sight made Max groan. He urged her to lean forward, her hands braced on his shoulders, so he could suck on her taut pink nipples. The wet slap of their flesh seemed loud in the quiet room, punctuated solely by their rough panting and occasional low moans.

Everything about sex with Bliss was fantastic. Every touch, every sound, was more erotic than anything Max had ever known. The feel of her pussy clutching him every time she stroked down on him made him mindless. He filled his hands with her round breasts, sucking first one nipple then the other. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat, and Bliss’ skin flushed pink. He buried his face in her breasts and reached down to flick his fingers at her clit. She jerked again, this time screaming his name as her body convulsed in orgasm.

Her pussy squeezed his cock rhythmically as she shuddered. Grabbing her hips, he thrust into her twice more, feeling his balls tighten unbearably. On the second short thrust, heat lashed him as his cock jerked inside her, his balls releasing his seed. He stiffened as he exploded into orgasm. She ground herself down on him as he came inside her, making him moan. Then she collapsed on his chest, gasping for air.

Max lay stunned beneath her. He’d had the most mind-blowing sex of his life with a woman he had just met. He didn’t want to move. He could feel little ripples raking through her, and her pussy still clutched at his half hard cock. The sensation made him shiver with pleasure. Finally, he could feel his cum leaking out of her onto his belly.

He drew a shuddering breath and said, “Well, at least there’s no wet spot.”

For a split second, Bliss froze. Then she began to laugh. Max sank his fingers into her damp hair and turned her head so he could kiss her. Their tongues tangled languidly, and he felt what could only be described as happiness wash over him in a warm tide of emotion. He’d never felt like this about any woman. Bliss was special and he wasn’t about to let her go. He was completely enamored of her.

She rubbed one hand over the hard point of his shoulder. “Shower or round two?” she murmured contentedly.

Max blinked at her. “You have to ask?”

She stretched like a cat on his body, his cock finally slipping from her pussy. “I’m just being polite. I didn’t want to assume you wanted to fuck me again.”

Max growled, his body responding to her words. The way she said “fuck me” in that sweet, cultured voice with a hint of a British accent was a total turn on. He’d have to coax her into talking dirty to him. Normally, dirty talk turned him off because he didn’t care for some of the more crude terms. However, the thought of Bliss telling him to fuck her cunt just made him want to do it.

“Oh, I want to, sweets. But you just blew my doors off, so I need a few minutes to recover,” he told her with a grin.

Bliss licked his chest, and he felt little flames lapping at him. His hands stroked her lower back and the curve of her sweet ass. As he kneaded the taut flesh, he thought about asking her to let him fuck her there. His libido went wild imagining how tight and hot her back door would be. His cock twitched.

“Yes,” she murmured.

Startled, his eyes flew to hers. She smiled like the cat that had eaten the cream. The little points of her fangs were exposed with her smile, giving away her arousal.

“Yes, what?” he asked cautiously.

“Yes, you can fuck my ass.” She nipped at the point of his chin.