Bailey could generally tolerate most sexual positions but she had always been fond of being on top. It gave her more control over the pacing and movement, and she was just selfish enough to want that until she got her orgasm. Some men were impatient and just took what they wanted before she had a chance to enjoy herself and that had always pissed her off. Pierce had been that way sometimes. But Max wasn't rushing, nor was he trying to get her to move harder or faster, and she appreciated that. The feeling of his hips pushing up beneath her drew a soft breath from Bailey as she began to move, her hands pressed against his chest for leverage. She was more than willing to let the pleasure lead her and thank god it didn't seem like Max was on the brink already, so she had a bit of time to find that perfect angle and pace. Because right now this was about her.
Max was generally bad at a lot of things in life, self proclaimed loser, really. This though? This he was good at, he had staying power and a decent cock and the only drawback to it was the occasional emotional attachment he didn't want and seemed to receive anyway. He was not in a rush tonight, a part of him wanted to sleep here but he had a feeling Bailey would kick him out when they were done and that was okay too, he might just drop by the bar again and have one for the road if she did. Driving home late was not a problem for Max, drifting through life meant he generally had all the time in the world and his perception of it was admittedly a little warped after two years in prison. When Bailey started moving he slipped a little further into that state of bliss but it'd take more than that and longer to get him so riled up he had a hard time holding back.
Emotional attachment was one thing Max certainly didn't need to worry about with Bailey. After being married for a decade, she was now pretty convinced that she wasn't even capable of them. But she was certainly capable of this, finding someone to siphon pleasure from. It made her feel... well, it made her feel, and sometimes that's all she really needed, good or bad. Bailey lifted her hips until he had nearly slid out of her before she sunk back on his length again. And then she couldn't really wait any longer. Her back arched slightly and she soon found a firm, quick rhythm, riding Max in a way that just hit that delicious spot inside of her. Her moans began to grow, filling the otherwise silent room.
Max loved those sounds; throaty and sensual types of moans were the best and so much sexier than the high pitched ones. He hadn't really taken Bailey for the type to be a howler but women had surprised him in the past. "Fuck yeah," he murmured under his breath as he kept touching her, letting his hands roam over her body, exploring and getting to know her, tweaking her nipples to see how she reacted. She hadn't touched herself yet and he wondered if he had on his hands the illusive kind of woman who could come from fucking alone. The way she was grinding down against him probably stimulated her some and he watched her with rapt attention as his own arousal grew and heated up, leaving him a little breathless.
Bailey liked that he was touching her, and she was glad that she hadn't had to ask him to do it. Sometimes men just laid there beneath her while she rode them, their hands on her hips or thighs and honestly, it tended to make her feel a little empty when she was craving physical contact. If she just wanted a dick inside of her to get off, she could just use a toy and be done with it. The feeling of his hands on her breasts seemed to intensify everything she was feeling and her nipples hardened beneath his fingers, aching for more. Bailey cursed breathlessly, her head falling back against her neck as her hips rocked with more fervor. Without breaking pace, Bailey lowered herself until her breasts brushed his chest and her arms were resting on either side of him It changed the angle of her hips so she could grind against him at a different angle, which added a different kind of stimulation. Something much deeper and more pleasurable that promised to get her there. Moaning, Bailey kissed Max hungrily, her body straining for release.