The Right Fit

Chapter 33

The moment was smooth and delicious, neither one of them wanting to waste their kiss with the rushed vehemence of earlier. Her tongue slid around his, feeling the scar on his lower lip, making him moan. She reached down and felt his erection waking up again.

He took Maxine in his arms like she was made of feathers, then put her down on the bed, resting her head on the pillow. She sank into the duvet, the crisp sheets, soft and cool on her bare skin. Antony slipped the white silk orchid out of her hair and placed it on the bedside table. Then he took off his watch as well.

“I don’t want to scratch you,” he said.

Maxine looked at the watch remembering the first night they met. He’d taken it off then too.

His mouth started to move down her stomach. Maxine grinned as he took the waistband of her panties in his teeth and pulled them off. She flicked them from her toe, sending them across the room.

Kneeling on the foot of the bed, still wearing his suit pants, Antony pulled down his zipper half way. It was the sexiest thing Maxine had ever seen, if she had money with her, she would have stuffed the bills in his underwear.

He grabbed her ankles and pulled her down the bed, making her squeal with surprise. In the full light, Antony kissed his way back up her thighs to between her legs.

She arched her back as he slowly savored her. Maxine ran her fingers through his hair, feeling his head move up and down under her touch. She began to rock her pelvis against his mouth, needing the pressure of his full length. “Please, Antony,” she begged. “Make love to me.”

He raised up on his knees as she reached for his waist, pulling off his slacks and underwear. He pulled out a condom from his pocket.

Easing back down, the duvet enveloped around her as he fit himself between her legs. Antony nestled there, putting his full weight on his elbows. His finger traced her eyebrow, then down the curve of her cheek to her lips. The way he looked at her with complete commitment, no wavering in his desire, was something completely foreign to her. Maxine didn’t think anyone was ever loved like this before.

“Je t’aime,” he said.

The first penetration eased in deeply as he buried himself all the way inside her. Their bodies fit in a warm tangle of arms and legs. Maxine ran her fingers up and down his back, feeling his muscles clench with every thrust.

She started kissing him again. Feeling his weight hovering over her and pushing inside of her gave their kissing a whole new level of sensation. A vibration started inside, growing stronger, quickening with Antony’s strokes. “Faster.” She breathed.

“Faster?” He panted. “Es tu sur?”

“Oui! I’m sure! I’m sure!” Maxine lifted one leg, resting it on his shoulder.

“You be death of me.” Then he smiled and started rocking into her harder.

Maxine could feel his entire length sliding in and out of her, the rapture almost took her breath away. The swell that had been building deep inside began to crest, an unstoppable wave urged on by the pounding of Antony’s body into hers.

“Oh God, Antony!”

His eyes targeted hers, determined with craving. “Please, baby. I want to see you come.”

The sound of him begging her to release sent a massive pulse of pleasure through Maxine, undulating and overwhelming. “Yes!” she cried out.

Her body shuddered as Antony kept himself buried deep inside. “C’est perfect,” he said, leaving kisses along her neck and chest. “You are beauty full, Maxine.”

She let out a long sigh, completely spent.

He licked her bottom lip, taking it into his mouth sucking it gently. Then his hips started to grind into hers again. “I’m close,” he said on a breath, then repositioned himself between her legs, thrusting again.

Maxine pressed the back of her head into the pillow, enjoying the expressions his face pulled as he moved above her. The knowledge that she could make this man come twice in one night was glorifying bliss.

Antony arched his back, crying out her name. She tightened her legs and arms around him as his body quaked, trembling inside hers.

Afterward, when they were under the duvet, and she was tucked into Antony’s side with her ear on his chest, listening to his soft snoring, Maxine knew Carmine was right all along—the right fit makes all the difference. There’s no point in taking the dress that’s too small, instead wear the dress that fits today.

She smiled in the darkness, her body still buzzing from its orgasm. Johnny could never compare. All this time she thought she was too big, but in reality, it was Johnny that was too small.

But not Antony. He was a perfect fit—literally. And he loved her. And he loved her body the way it was. She was deliriously content knowing he would never hurt her the way Johnny had.

Then she closed her eyes, letting exhaustion help her slip into a deep sleep.