Damn that was a nice visual to go with a good sensation and Max met her gaze with hunger in his eyes, sucking in air through his teeth. That image was going to be stuck in his head for a long time, better than porn and not just because it was real. "Fuck, you're hot," he murmured, tugging on her hair again. He'd known that when he started chatting with her but it certainly reached new heights with that porn star treatment she was giving him. He would have laughed if he knew what she was thinking and well, kind of agreed. This really was a good way to smooth over whatever resentment might linger from what had happened two years ago but mostly it was like a fantasy come to life. A probably twisted fantasy well deserving a place with those weird kinks he'd laughed about earlier but who didn't get a little weak in the presence of a hot, powerful woman? Max had yet to meet someone who'd be unaffected, no matter how big a game they talked.
In the moment, yeah, she was hot. But Bailey tended to think any woman sucking on a guy's cock and giving him the proper amount of eye contact was probably hot. Would Max O'Reilly still think she was hot if he knew that sometimes she just wanted to roll over onto her stomach, bury her face in her pillow and take it? What fantasy brought to life would that be for him? The alcohol was fucking with her thoughts, that was all, and Bailey thought briefly of just deep throating him to completion and then sending him home. But no. Fuck that. She wanted to get laid, and she was going to get laid. Bailey gave his dick one last hard suck before she released him with a soft pop from her lips. She moved up his body, straddling his hips and kissing him hard, and brief, before reaching over to tug open her nightstand drawer to grab a condom. It took a moment, given the box wasn't even open yet, but she got one torn from the package and settled back against his thighs, a smirk playing at her lips. "You want to put it on or do you want me to?"
"You're doing good so far," Max murmured with a sweeping hand gesture letting her know to go ahead before resting his hands on her thighs, stroking upwards. He still wanted to touch her and taste her but she seemed to be eager to get to the main event so to speak so he made do with just using his hands for now, enjoying the expanse of her pale skin as he explored her curves, thumbs brushing lightly over her nipples. She had really nice tits he thought; granted he thought most tits looked awesome but hers were especially nice and they suited her which wasn't always the case. They fit nicely in his palms and he gave them a little squeeze, grinning lazily up at her.
"Oh, am I?" Bailey tore open the condom package, amused. "Well, thank you for that. It's very encouraging." She tossed the foil wrapper to the side and felt her body shiver beneath his touch. While he played with her breasts, Bailey reached down between them to slide the condom over his cock. She was feeling eager and overheated and maybe she ought to slow down and build up the foreplay some more, maybe shove his face between her legs for a while, but... fuck it. It had been a long time since Bailey had gotten laid and she was letting that desire and impatience drive her. Placing her hand on his chest, Bailey shifted her hips to guide Max inside of her. And fuck but it felt good when she slid down his length to take him in, a low groan emitting from her throat.
It would have been so much better without a condom but fuck, it still felt amazing and and Maxc watched her intently with half-lidded eyes, liking the look on her face as he felt his own expression go a little slack. This was a good position to start in, it wasn't his favorite so it would be easier to hold back, the view was amazing and she could take her own pleasure however she wanted before he got his. Perfect, really, but not all women liked to be on top. Bailey seemed to though and she'd hear no complaints from him. He ran his hands down to her thighs, then up again to grip her hips tightly, raising his hips to get deeper.