Max and Bailey

“Max, this is dumb.” I said, nervously chewing my bottom lip. My new bra felt too heavy on my torso, even though I was laying down.

“Calm down, Bailey.” He replied, voice muffled by the bathroom door. I could hear the smile in his words. “It’s not dumb.”

I turned my head towards the door. “It’s so dumb!”

He laughed. “Do you want me to take something off?” My face flushed heavily. I tried to form words, but my tongue felt heavy. He laughed again. “Like the blindfold?” When I remained silent, he tried again. “Are the handcuffs too much?”

I tugged one hand against the cheap furry ‘cuffs he had bought me as a gag gift last Valentine’s Day. My eyes blinked involuntary behind the blindfold, trying to look in his direction despite the fabric. “No,” I said. “It’s just… what if you don’t like it?”

“Babe,” He said, so softly I almost couldn’t hear him. “I like you. I’ll like anything you’re involved in, even if it’s just sitting around watching Netflix.” I smiled.

“Are you still okay?” He asked after a moment.

I nodded, still chewing on my lip. Realizing he couldn’t see me from his hiding place in the bathroom, I cleared my throat, and said, “Yeah, but I’m just warning you that,” My words disintegrated into moans as his lips met my throat. He must have entered the room quietly during our brief conversation.

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmured against my skin, lips brushing up to my ear and back down the curvature of my neck to my shoulder. I shivered slightly and leaned towards him. He smiled against my skin. “This is going to be fun.” My nipples hardened as his breath teased my ear.

I felt him climb into the bed next to me. Already my stomach was churning. “I hate not being able to see you,” I murmured, turning my head in the direction of where he had settled.

“That’s funny,” He said, voice deeper and rougher than before. “Because I love seeing you.” I smiled, but it quickly changed to another moan as his fingers traced the line from my hip to the bottom of my bra. “This is so pretty,” He mumbled, leaning down to nuzzle my chin as his fingers tugged at the bra.

Squeezing my eyes shut at the movement of fabric across my nipples, secretly glad that he couldn’t see, I raised my eyebrows. “Think you can manage the hooks without me?”

My question was answered when his hand slid from my side to my breast, caressing it softly. When my back curled slightly, he leaned away, and his thumb slid inside my bra. He chuckled under his breath when I wriggled, tugging uselessly at the handcuffs that held my arms out toward the corners of the bed.

His breath was quickening beside me, and I found words were beyond me. His thumb disappeared, and he began kneading my breast again. Now, his other hand drifted to my jaw, where his thumb traced my lips. Evidently, his self-control was failing, because his gentle strokes stopped and his mouth took the place of his hand, kissing my jawline up to my temple while his other hand worked my chest.

The warmth in my stomach grew, spreading across my abdomen. I turned my head to meet his lips with mine, leaning forward as best as I could with the restraining handcuff holding me back. It was a soft, quick kiss. I yearned for it to be open-mouthed, but he was enjoying the control a bit too much. He moved backwards far enough that I could no longer reach him.

When I groaned at his disengagement, he chuckled again, but it was darker. My yearning was rewarded with another kiss; this time, Max was aggressive, forcing my head back against the pillow. His hand left my breast to tangle in my hair, while his other hand supported him. I pulled against the cuffs, wanting to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer.

Frustrated by my inability to drag him closer and the warmth burning through my veins as his tongue wrestled mine, I wrapped one of my legs over him and pulled him on top of me. He paused in the kiss to smile and readjust himself so he wouldn’t be hurting me, then came back for more.

His tongue traced my lips, and I tried to breathe evenly while his teeth tugged at my bottom lip. The heat of the kiss increased, and my back arched again in an attempt to bring me closer to him again. Again, when I began to enjoy it, he backed off, lifting himself off of me carefully. I moaned fully, craving him on top of me again. His legs straddled my hips; I was sure he could feel my craving.

“Max,” I mumbled.

“Mmm?” He asked. The only contact between us was his careful weight pressed on my upper thighs and pelvis.

“Max,” He shifted, and I was lost in the feeling of him pressed against me momentarily. “Max, take it off.”

“Hm?”

“Take it off,” I groaned, my chest reaching forward.

One of his hands rested carefully on my naked stomach. The contact made me weak. “Take off… what?”

I shook my head slightly, trying to think past the stars in my eyes. “My bra.”

He made a noise that I assumed was assent, because his other hand came to rest on my belly. They traced small spirals from the line of my underwear up to my breasts. His fingers didn’t tease much this time, one hand slipping into my bra to caress my bare breast, the other investigating the hooks nested between the cups.

I wriggled against his hand, and just as the warmth began building again, his fingers were gone. He undid the hooks painfully slowing, pausing in between each one. I wished I could see his face to know what was going on in his mind.

The final hook came undone, and I felt my breasts slip slightly out of the cups of the bra. He slipped it off me, fingers lingering slightly while he pulled it out from under me. I panicked in my mind, afraid that he was looking at my naked chest with disgust.

My fear was quickly assuaged when his lips crashed down on mine, and his hands greedily grabbed my breasts. I moaned into his mouth, trying to pour my desire into the kiss. It didn’t last long, because his mouth was quickly trailing kisses down my throat to my nipple. His hand relinquished its grip, going back into my hair.

While his tongue swirled over the sensitive skin, I rolled slightly. The cuffs didn’t hurt, but I detested them for holding me back. Moans rolled off my lips as he held my head down by my hair. He switched to the other breast, alternating hands with his mouth. When the skin became red from the attention, he moved to my cleavage.

Leaving a line of kisses, he trailed down past my navel to my underwear. Upon reaching the seam, he lifted his head, I’m assuming to look at me. My hips rocked back and forth, expectant. He laughed, running his hands up and down my thighs.

“Max,” I whimpered.

“I know, babe,” He replied, voice gruff.

“Please,”

He didn’t verbally reply; instead, he answered by moving off of me. For a moment, there was no indication of anything happening. The bed rocked slightly. Blindfolded as I was, I had no way of knowing what was happening.

Suddenly, his fingers were latched in my underwear, pulling them roughly down my legs and discarding them past my range of awareness. Then his weight moved dramatically in the bed, and I felt my muscles in my groin contract.

My head moved back and forth, searching for him. I had resigned to immobility, and didn’t bother trying to move my arms. I was stretched on the bedspread, arms outstretched to either side, body entirely bare.

I felt Max’s strong hands grasp my legs about the calves and gently move them apart. For a split second I resisted, but with his insistence I spread them. His weight readjusted between my legs. I whined, and then he laid fully on me.

The movement before had been removing everything but his boxers. His naked torso pressed against mine as we shared one, two, three intoxicating kisses, then he shifted backwards again, crawling backwards off the bed. I fought with myself to keep my hips still as I felt his breath drift down my stomach.

Then he was kissing between my legs, slow and gentle. One of his hands reached up to cup my butt. His kisses moved lower, until he was hovering over my clitoris. I bit my lip to avoid gasping out loud.

He shocked me by kissing me once, then pulling himself back up to lay on me. I could feel his arousal through his underwear. His breath was heavy as his fingers fumbled with my blindfold, tugging it off, but getting it tangled in my hair.

“Bailey?”

I was trying hard to focus on him and not the pulse in my abdomen. “Hm?”

“Bailey, I know what we agreed on, but… is it okay…” He trailed off, his lips brushing my cheeks and collarbone.

“Yes, please, yes, Max…” I murmured, looking at him for the first time since we started. His pupils were wide, and his lips were raw. He smiled gratefully and kissed me, trying to take off his underwear while still in contact with me. The sight of him poised above me made me shiver again.

I tugged on the handcuffs, wanting nothing more than to run my hands along his chest and around his neck. He grinned, pausing long enough in his kissing to look at my bound wrists and kick off his boxers. His penis was warm against my hypersensitive skin; I felt my hips raising off the bed in anticipation to meet him.

With what appeared a look of great determination, he stared into my eyes. “Not quite, babe. Not yet.”

Before he had even finished speaking, I felt one of his fingers run the length of my core. I bucked my hips with a gasp at the sudden contact. A quick glance told him it was okay to proceed, and he plunged a finger into my vagina.

I moaned loudly, unable to utilize any self-control. His finger moved in slow circles, speeding up and slowing down based on my reaction. When I bucked slightly against his hand, he smiled and introduced a second finger. More groans fell off my lips, filling the air between us.

Max held himself above me, angled slightly for better penetration. He pumped his hand faster, rubbing my clit with each thrust. My hips rode his rhythm, and I almost lost myself in the euphoria until I felt his erection shift along my belly. I tried desperately to lift myself up, and help him, but my hands were still restrained.

My futile efforts to involve myself spurred him further, and he moved down my body, fingers still inside me. He moved slower now, not willing to bring me to climax just yet. He slid one finger out, angling the other so it was penetrating extremely shallow, deliberately stimulating me. I muttered a string of curses tied around Max’s name.

In the midst of my bliss, he slid himself into me while still toying with my hood. The feeling of him filling me made my vision dance. He waited a moment, the look on his face almost making me orgasm right there. He shifted again, moving one hand to my breast to massage it again, while using the other along with his penis to penetrate me.

We merged after two strokes, fitting together perfectly. His rhythm pleased him, paired with his finger on my clit pleased me. He’d stop to lean down and kiss my nipples or my throat or my lips while staying inside of me, causing me to roll my hips and moan. He climaxed before I did, trying his best to contain his ejaculation as much as he could. When it was messier than he expected, he flushed more and smiled shyly at me, keeping his finger at work despite his dazed look.

He continued fingering me, slipping extra fingers in occasionally, and at one point pinching me until I fell off the ledge too, orgasming in waves. He left his fingers in me as my muscles rippled around him. When I finished, he finally pulled out and scooted up to look me in the face, straddling me again.

“I love you, Bail.” He said quietly, kissing me.

“I love you, too, Max,” I replied, voice deep. “Now take these damned things off of me so I can give you a taste of your own medicine.” He laughed, running his thumb along my cheek and kissing my forehead.

“We’ll see about that.”