Chapter 125: A Freebie From Yennefer (R-18)
"I was just washing..." Max said, sliding his hands up to her waist and gently turning her toward him.
He reached up, brushing the damp strands of hair away from her face and tucking them behind her head.
With her face fully revealed, the difference between her and Zerena became even more noticeable.
Zerena’s features were softer, with sharp eyes set against a fuller, more rounded face and naturally plump lips.
Yennefer, on the other hand, had much sharper features. Her lips were equally full, but their corners naturally gave her an almost stern expression. Her nose was small and perfectly proportioned, leading down to slender, defined cheekbones that framed an angular chin.
And right beside the corner of her mouth sat that little beauty mark.
Max smiled.
Then, without warning, he leaned forward and gave it a quick lick.
"Stop it, you disgusting asshole..."
Yennefer immediately pushed him away, glaring at him with clear annoyance.
Knowing he wasn’t going to get away with keeping her in the shower much longer, Max chuckled and picked up the bottle of body wash.
"Let’s make out for a while while I wash the rest of your body..."
He poured some of the body wash into his palms and rubbed his hands together, working it into a light layer of foam before gently spreading it across her chest.
She sighed, picking up the bottle herself and pouring some body wash into her palm.
"Do you pester your girlfriends with this many ridiculous demands too?" she asked, turning her back to him and starting to wash his back.
A faint, mocking smirk appeared on her lips.
"Then again... what am I saying? You probably don’t have a girlfriend."
She glanced back at him over her shoulder.
"If you’re only interested in women my age, I doubt you’ve ever managed to keep a woman young enough to call yourself her boyfriend."
That jab clearly hit a nerve. Max couldn’t just let it slide.
"I do have a girlfriend," he said, sounding slightly defensive despite the smirk creeping across his face. "She just doesn’t let me get away with this kind of nonsense."
He paused, then his grin widened.
"Though, next time, I might show you a few videos of her while you’re busy sucking me off."
"There won’t be a next time..." she said with a faint smirk.
Then, almost as though to prove herself wrong, she pressed her soap-covered breasts against his hand, rubbing them lightly as Max continued washing her.
For once, Yennefer was the one who closed the distance.
She leaned forward and kissed him.
Max paused for a moment, clearly surprised by the initiative, before returning the kiss while one of his hands continued washing her back and the other moved over her waist.
They stayed like that for several minutes, trading slow kisses between washing each other’s bodies. By the time they finally pulled apart, their lips were left tingling from the lingering kisses.
Yennefer’s gaze eventually drifted downward.
Her eyes settled on Max’s penis, noticing how he’d remained pressed against her stomach throughout the entire time they’d been standing there.
Still hard and covered in soap, Max’s penis remained pressed against her stomach.
"Does it ever actually go down?" Yennefer asked, wrapping her hand around him and giving him a slow stroke.
"Of course it does," Max replied with a grin. "Just not when there’s a naked woman standing this close to it."
A teasing smirk appeared on Yennefer’s lips as she continued stroking him, her eyes meeting his with a playful glint.
"So it’ll go down on its own?" she asked. "You don’t need me to make you cum again?"
Max couldn’t help laughing at her question.
Yennefer continued stroking him, pressing her soapy breasts against his chest as she bit her lower lip, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes.
Max leaned forward and kissed her again.
She kept stroking him throughout the kiss, but after a few seconds, she pulled back and looked directly into his eyes.
"You didn’t answer my question."
"It would," Max replied with a grin. "But now that you’ve started, it probably won’t."
As he spoke, Max reached down and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her closer and guiding her lower as she shifted onto her knees.
The movement pressed her body more firmly against his, leaving his hard and hot penis pressed against her stomach.
Yennefer continued stroking him, still unsure what had come over her.
Perhaps it was the fact that, despite everything she’d already done, Max was somehow still hard. Part of her took a strange amount of pride in knowing she’d apparently been very good at what she’d done earlier, yet seeing him still so ready had become impossible to ignore.
She gave him another teasing stroke before meeting his eyes.
"So, since I’m helping you with this," she said with a faint smirk, "you’d better bring me some new notes next time."
Maybe that was part of the reason.
But now that she’d started, Yennefer was already beginning to regret it.
It was like giving a child an extra piece of candy without promising anything in return. Once they got that extra treat, they’d inevitably come asking for another—and wouldn’t stop until they got it.
Max was exactly like that.
At least, that was what Yennefer had learned about him so far.
And if Zerena had been there, Yennefer was fairly certain she would’ve agreed with her.
Still, now that she’d already started, there was little point in overthinking it.
She shook her head, gently guiding Max closer against her as she continued teasing him with a playful confidence that surprised even herself. She maintained the same close distance between them while keeping her attention on him, occasionally brushing her lips against his in another lingering kiss.
This time, she was even the one to deepen the kiss, drawing his tongue into hers without hesitation.
After everything she’d already done, repeating something like that no longer felt nearly as strange as it should have.
She was even beginning to find some enjoyment in it.
If Max had noticed that, he would’ve probably come up with a dozen ridiculous theories and immediately acted on every single one of them. And if he’d seen how wet her panties had been before she finally stepped into the shower, those theories probably would’ve been proven right.
Fortunately for Yennefer, he hadn’t.
So she continued without saying anything, kissing him deeply while keeping her hand moving at the same steady pace.
A few minutes passed before she felt his body tense.
Max suddenly jerked, and warmth spilled across her stomach.
Yennefer glanced down at the mess with a resigned expression.
At some point after she’d started, Max had already turned off the shower.
The warm fluid slowly trailed down her stomach, only for another release to splash over her moments later. Yennefer’s eyes widened again at the sheer amount.
She broke the kiss and looked down, still stroking him, though her movements had changed. Instead of simply moving her hand back and forth, she squeezed more firmly, trying to coax out everything he had left.
The mess continued running down her stomach until it gathered in the deep hollow of her navel.
Yennefer stared at it for a moment before looking back at Max with an incredulous expression.
"Whoever ends up dealing with this much semen over and over again is going to have my sympathy."
Max smirked at her comment, clearly amused by the incredulous expression on her face.
"If you don’t find me some rich milf soon, it’ll probably be you," he said casually.
The thought made something twist strangely in Yennefer’s stomach.
Her husband had been dead for years, and since then, she hadn’t been with another man. Max was the first man she’d allowed herself to get this close to—the first she’d touched, kissed, and shared anything intimate with, even if most of it had happened because she’d felt trapped by the circumstances surrounding their arrangement.
She had even found herself going along with some things without him directly asking, simply because she’d become caught up in the moment.
But now...
Hearing Max casually suggest taking things even further made her suddenly aware of just how far their relationship had already gone.
She pushed him away from her and gave him a firm glare.
"Consider that little handjob a freebie," she said. "You won’t be getting another one. Hell, you probably won’t even get the chance to ask for one again."
She grabbed a towel and began wiping the remaining mess from her stomach before adding,
"Now get out of here."
Max simply stood there, watching her with an amused smirk.
He wasn’t surprised by the sudden anger.
After all, she’d just spent the last several minutes willingly indulging him with a handjob and kisses. Knowing Yennefer, the sudden burst of irritation was probably her way of reminding herself that she still had some control over the situation.
Max followed her out, his eyes lingering on her as she walked ahead of him.
He couldn’t help watching the subtle sway of her figure as she moved, especially while she continued wiping herself down with the towel.