Chapter 5

Maxim continued to lead me towards the university. I turned all my attention to him. She squeezed his hand and moved even closer. I just wanted to support him. To make it clear that I'm here, next to ... With him.

He looked at me - his gaze was wild, as if shouting about danger, but I knew that nothing bad threatened me with him. I don't know why, because we don't know each other so well. Maybe I believed his yesterday's words. Maybe my intuition just worked, but I believed Maxim. And inside me the feeling grew stronger that next to me was my man.

We entered the hall of the university, which was already quite empty. I noticed that twenty-five minutes had passed since the beginning of class. Maxim did not go towards the audience, where my group had a lesson. He turned into another corridor, began to look into the offices without saying a word. He looked in, probably at five or six, until he found some closet. He led me into this room and followed him in himself. He turned on the light and locked the door.

- What are you doing? - my voice was hoarse from what the guy was now: wild, I would even say furious with a hungry look, and he stepped on me like a predator on his prey.

He didn't answer. He just took me by the hips and put me on the table, which I didn’t even notice here. Maxim parted my legs and stood between them himself. He put one hand on my neck, where my pulse was beating feverishly, the other buried in my hair. He ran his nose down my cheek, greedily inhaling the scent of my skin. He went down to the neck and left a kiss, soft as a feather. It was such a contrast to how tightly his hands were holding. I did not voluntarily throw my head back, freeing him access to the neck. I wanted to feel it again. And Maxim did not disappoint me, leaving a line of feather-soft kisses on my neck.

- Tell me who you are! demanded, his voice so hoarse and sexy that I didn't understand what he was saying at all. Only from the timbre of his voice between the legs it became hot and humid.

- What? I still tried to collect at least a grain of my thoughts.

Maxim pulled me closer to him to look into mine with his wild eyes.

— Whose are you? he repeated the question slowly, almost spelling it out.

- Yours. I'm yours, - she breathed into his lips, and she reached for a kiss.

Maxim immediately seized the initiative. He kissed me passionately, but his tongue did not stop caressing. I had the feeling that our tongues were making love. It was sensual and hot.

I felt Max's hot hands on my thighs. This added even more heat, and I fidgeted on the table. I wanted to be even closer to the man. He pulled up my skirt to the very top and ran his finger where everything ached and burned.

“So wet and hot. For me.” He stroked again where I needed it most.

“Max,” she breathed out with a whistle.

He kissed my lips, cheeks, neck. Then I heard him unzip his jeans. It helped, though not much, but to collect thoughts in a heap.

“Max,” she called, but the guy did not respond, continued to stroke and kiss. - Maxim! He looked up at me, clouded with passion. — I have never… You see… I am a virgin.

Maxim looked at me for several seconds, as if he did not immediately understand the meaning of my words. Then he leaned against my neck, breathing heavily. I stroked his shoulders, hair and it did not help to subside my arousal at all.

“Fuck, baby, I’m a complete asshole,” he whispered into my neck, holding me tightly to him. - Our first time with you will definitely not be in the pantry of the university. You deserve more.

He placed a soft kiss on my neck, leaning back, looking into my eyes. I knew what he would see in them. Passion, desire and need in intimacy with him. And I didn't even try to hide it. I saw the same in his eyes. Maxim kissed me again. At first, the kiss was soft and gentle, but then it began to grow again, turning into a passionate and hot one. I melted from his caresses, from how strong his hands were.

Suddenly, Max broke the kiss and knelt down in front of me. He began to kiss the inside of my thighs, while looking intently into my eyes. He left the last kiss at the very edge of my panties. Then he slowly pulled off my underwear. And spread my legs even wider.

“Max,” I croaked in surprise, but he interrupted me.

“Look at me,” he didn’t ask, he ordered, and I didn’t dare to disobey him. - Clever.

He leaned very close to my dripping lips. Looking straight into my eyes, I blew a little, which made me shudder. And then he kissed her with his hot mouth. At that moment, the world ceased to exist for me. Maxim licked with his tongue and lightly bit my clitoris with his lips. I tossed around the table as if in agony. I wanted more, more, more. I spread my legs even wider, giving the man the opportunity to be even closer. He took advantage of it right away. He grabbed my butt so hard it would bruise and pulled me even closer. Literally putting me in your mouth. It was so hot and so vulgar. I felt that something hot, unknown, was approaching. Maxim continued to tear at my clit with his mouth, but now he added more fingers, and this served as a catalyst for the explosion. I was shaking and throwing up from a pure buzz, from the fireworks of feelings, that covered my head. I think I even screamed.

I was still lying on the table, and my consciousness gradually returned. I felt that Maxim was still gently and affectionately stroking my clitoris, continuing to send impulses of orgasm throughout my body.

"Max," she whispered softly. I think I lost my voice. I hope no one heard me.

“You are so sweet, baby,” Maxim whispered into the very clitoris. - So tasty. I want to try you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” He ran his tongue over my clit again. - I can't get away from you.

But he shifted his attention to my thighs, giving such soft kisses as if he was apologizing for the roughness of his hands. He kissed his shoulders and neck. Breathing in the scent of my skin. And finally it reached my lips. I kissed him myself, so that he understood what emotions I was now overwhelmed with. He answered me the same. It was so magical, but I wanted him to enjoy it too. I held out my hand, but Maxim grabbed it and squeezed it tightly, kissing my fingers.

Does he not want me to touch him?

Now he will consider me available, because I practically gave myself to him? From these thoughts I was pierced by a cold and prickly current. Maxim noticed a change in my mood.

“I don’t know what you thought of yourself there, but I would really like to feel your caresses, my girl, but I sort of screwed up,” the man chuckled bitterly.

I did not understand what he was talking about, because I had an amazing orgasm. Max, seeing my lack of understanding, decided to explain:

- Baby, I came from one look at how you finish.

And he looked down. There was a stain under the table, confirming his words.

“It was so amazing, so amazing. I've never felt anything even quite like it.

“Did someone touch you there before me?” Maxim's mood changed dramatically. From peaceful, it became evil. And I hastened to calm him down, although it was very embarrassing to talk about it.

- Not! What you! I myself ... - it was terribly embarrassing to say out loud, even in a whisper.

At my words, the man exhaled and relaxed. He kissed my face softly and tenderly, hugging me behind my back.

We held on tight to each other for a while. It seems at this moment, I found my harmony. Your peace. And I won't give it up for anything.

We put ourselves in order. Maxim himself put panties on me. Just before leaving the pantry, he detained me. For a couple of seconds he thought about something, and then said:

“Give me your phone,” having received what he wanted, the guy entered the number and called, but then dropped the call. But he did not stop there either, continuing to write something on my phone. I did not interfere, but simply waited for him to finish and explain everything himself. - I added the numbers of Igor and Misha and dropped them a call from your phone so that they could contact you too. They are my friends. I trust them like myself. And I want you to have their numbers just in case.

— What are you talking about? For what other occasion? - I did not notice how I switched to a whisper.

“Never mind, it’s just that I’m calmer,” Maxim once again made sure that our appearance looked decent and went out into the corridor.