My shirt had been lifted a few inches, exposing a patch of skin on my stomach. Max’s fingers found it and started tracing shapes across it. A diamond. A circle. A star.
When he started tracing a heart, he kept it up until I squirmed against him. He caught my hip in his other hand and held me still as he circled his groin against my backside, grinding his hardness into my hip. My breath caught at how sensual and naughty the action was.
All I was wearing was one of his T-shirts and a pair of the new panties he’d bought me. From the feel of it, all he had on was a pair of boxers or shorts. The thin material wasn’t much protection for either of us, and I wanted them gone.
Suddenly, I found myself on my back with Max leaning over me. His lips slowly formed words, and with the sun shining through the window, I could easily read what he was saying. “Need to taste you, treasure. Give me permission.”
Almost frantically, I started nodding. I didn’t know what he meant by tasting me, but I wanted it. Ached for it.
His nostrils flared, and he pulled my borrowed shirt up over my head, leaving me lying there in only a pair of cotton bikini briefs. Those beautiful metallic-blue eyes skimmed over me, and goose bumps popped up as if he had physically caressed me. When his gaze reached my breasts, my nipples hardened painfully.
“So beautiful.” Lowering his head, he captured one nipple with his mouth and sucked hard.
I tossed my head back onto the pillow at the exquisiteness of having him suck and lick my aching flesh. He cupped my other breast in his huge paw-like hand. I didn’t have a lot to work with in that department, but he seemed to like it anyway.
When his mouth popped off me, my throat vibrated with a plea for him not to stop, but he only switched to the other breast, sucking me deep and hard against the roof of his mouth. I stabbed my fingers through his dark hair, holding him against me.
He trailed his hands down my sides until his fingertips reached the top of my panties and dipped inside. I held my breath as I tried to focus on what he was doing, but all I could think of was how good he was sucking my nipple. Air touched my wet sex, and I sliced my nails into the skin at the back of his neck as I realized I was now naked in bed with a drop-dead sexy beast of a man.
Lifting his head, he winked at me before kissing his way down the center of my chest. His tongue dipped into my belly button, but he didn’t pause on his journey south. Using his shoulders, he spread my legs and settled on his stomach with his face right over my dripping sex.
I bit my lip as I looked down at him, watching as he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes almost as if he were savoring the scent. Heat filled my cheeks, and I was glad I’d had the chance to shave—everything—the night before.
His lips moved, but I couldn’t read what he said. And in the next instant, I couldn’t have made sense of anything because my brain shut down. Making a V with his index and middle finger of one hand, he spread my folds and touched the tip of his tongue to the little nub hidden there. I fisted my fingers in the covers on either side of me, the pleasure so intense I felt like I was going to fly off the bed and shatter into a million tiny pieces.
Just a few swipes of his tongue and then he was devouring my core. His intimate kiss made me dizzy as the throb deep inside continued to grow out of control. From the vibrations against that little nub, I knew he was groaning or growling. The lack of sound had never been so loud as it was in that moment, when I was desperate to hear the hungry noises that must have been coming from him.
Max touched his hands to the insides of my thighs, spreading me even wider. As I watched, he stabbed his tongue straight into the center of me, and I saw an explosion of bright light right in front of my eyes as the universe crashed down on me.
I didn’t know how long it took me to come back to reality, but when I was finally able to open my eyes, it was to find Max on his knees between my thighs, his shorts pushed down over his hips. My mouth went dry at the sight of his perfection.
He was nothing but hard muscle and ink. A light coating of hair trailed down from his navel to the junction at his thighs where his thick cock was straining toward me. I licked my lips as the tip leaked a clear liquid.
Taking one of my hands in his, he guided it to himself and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. My fingers didn’t even meet as I held him in my fist, making me feel a combination of nervousness and exhilaration. I was surprised at how hot and soft it was, yet as hard as steel. Tentatively, I stroked upward until my thumb reached the tip and brushed over the drops of sticky liquid dripping from the slit.
My eyes snapped back to his. Almost in a daze, I watched him form the word, “Please.”
“I don’t know what to do,” I confessed.
He grinned. “You have no idea how happy it makes me that I get to teach you, treasure,” he signed. “What you are doing is perfect. Do whatever you want to me. I swear, I’ll like it all.”
Shyly, I got to my knees like he was. Placing my hands on his chest, I gave him a firm shove, and he fell onto his back. His cock stood proudly, and his
