YOU 1 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 89.

Max hand moves to the back of my neck in a desperate attempt to be closer to me as we kiss. I can feel all of her anger and frustration being transferred into lust and affection, her mouth is hungry and her kisses sloppy as she walks backwards with our lips still attached. She guides me with one hand on my hip and behind my head, I trip over her feet and stumble just as her legs reach the end of her bed causing both of us to fall back onto the bed. In an attempt to take control from her, I straddle her torso and pull my sweatshirt and tank top over my head at the same time, leaving me in my lacey bra. Her eyes widen and she tries to pull me down to kiss her but I have other plans. Reaching behind my back my rushed fingers find my bra clasp and I unsnap it before pulling the straps down my shoulders and letting the fabric hit the bed behind me. Max's hands are warm as she reaches up and cups my chest in her large palms, kneading them roughly. I grip her wrists and remove her hands from my skin and shake my head. Her head tilts in confusion before I climb down her body and unbutton her pants. She helps me tug them down to her knees along with her boxers. My fingers immediately grip around her length, she gasps and when I look at her face her eyes are closed. I pump slowly before dipping down and bravely taking her into my mouth. I try to remember her instructions from last time and repeat the things that I know she liked.

"Fuck..Charli." She pants and wraps her hands into my hair. This is the longest she has been silent during any sexual experience we have shared and I realize much to my own amusement that I missed her dirty words.

I move my body while continuing to please her so that I am in between her knees as she sits up and watches me.

"You look so sexy like this, with that smart mouth of yours wrapped around me." She says and grips my hair harder.

I feel the heat gathering between my legs and move my head faster, wanting to hear her moan my name again. She lifts her hips slightly off of the bed pushing herself down my throat. My eyes begin to water and I can barely breath but hearing my name fall from her lips repeatedly makes it that much better. Seconds later, she removes her hands from my hair and cups my face, stopping me from moving further. The metallic scent of her bloody knuckles hits my nose but I ignore the reflex to pull away.

"I'm going to come.." She tells me. "So if there is anything else you.. you know want to do then you should stop blowing me." Oh.

I don't want to speak, to give away how desperate I am to have her make love to me, so I stand up and slide my jeans down my legs and step out of them. When I begin to remove my panties Max's hand reaches out and stops me.

"I want you to leave these on.. for now." She coos. I nod and gulp. Anticipation consuming me.

"Come here." She gestures and pulls her shirt over her head. She scoots to the edge of the bed and pulls me onto her.

Our feverish exchange in the beginning has slowed and the tension between us has significantly decreased. Her chest is flushed and her eyes are wild. The feeling of sitting on her lap while she is completely naked and ready.. and I am only dressed in panties is exquisite. She holds the small of my back with one hand, the length of her outstretched hand firmly holds me in place and her lips meet mine once again.

"I love you." She whispers into my mouth as her fingers move my panties to the side.

"I ..love you.." I gasp at the immediate pleasure of the intrusion.

She moves her fingers slowly, too slowly and I instinctively rock back and forth to create a faster pace.

"That's it baby..fuck.. You're always so ready for me." She groans and I continue to rock against her hand. My breathing and moans accelerate, it still surprises me how quickly my body responds to Max. She knows every little thing to do and say.