Painting romance - Choose your ending

Chapter 25: Spending the night

We quickly make way back to Maxen's room and he locks the door as he eagerly pushes me inside.

I look for a second at him.

"Were you really planning on" I start.

"Doing it in the jacuzzi?" he finishes my sentence.

I look at him and softly nod my head.

He takes two steps forward and wraps me in his arms.

"No, I was not." he says as he softly kisses me.

"One day sure, but not your first time." he whispers.

I look into his eyes and smile.

"I am still afraid that this is all a dream and that one day you will go back to hating me and call me Vitch." I softly voice my thoughts.

"Really? After what we just did?" He smirks.

"You surely have pleasured girls before." I reply

He studies me for a second.

"I have, but that was more rubbing and hoping I would achieve something." he smirks.

I look a bit baffled at me.

"And what's it with me?" I ask.

"I may or may not have done research." he rubs the back of his neck.

"I may or may not care a lot about pleasuring you. Nothing turns me on more than seeing my name rolling of your lips while I let you come undone." he smirks.

"And I may or may not have created a little orgasm bucket list." he smirks.

"What?" I stammer.

"A list with places where at least one of us should have an orgasm." he smirks.

"Don't you think I have a say in that?" I ask.

"Yes, you definitely do, but I didn't know what you would think about it." He smirks.

"So, the jacuzzi was on it?" I ask.

"Maybe." he smirks.

"What else?" I ask.

"Maybe the stalls in the boys changing rooms as well." he smirks.

I look at him and smile.

"And what about your bed?" I ask.

"Definitely"

"Multiple times" He adds

I push him over towards the bed and look him challenging in the eyes.

He takes a seat as his eyes roam over my body.

I drop the towel and look at him.

My hands move over to my back and I sensually remove my wet bralette.

His eyes darken instantly as he sees my naked breasts.

The look in his eyes fills me with confidence and I step forward, straddling him grabbing the hair on the back of his head and dipping my tongue in his mouth. I straddle him rolling my hips forward in his lap.

A combination of a growl and a moan escapes his throat.

His hands eagerly roam over my body.

I push him down on the bed and let my tongue dance over his body, taking my sweet time.

Trailing his neck, his chest all the way over towards his abbs.

My tongue dances over the hem of his swimming trunks as my hand softly start to rub the front of his trunks.