“I’ll lose my voice saying it so much,” I said with a wobbly laugh as he moved between my legs. Swiftly he stripped off my panties.
Max nipped and kissed my sensitive lower lips, tugging just a little, teasing lightly with his tongue. I should’ve known he’d know what he was doing, I thought with a grateful sigh. He didn’t slobber all over me or ram his tongue in like that should send me spiraling into bliss like my ex had done. Let’s face it, any other guy was a distant memory at this point, a mistake. I stroked his hair encouragingly as he pressed soft kisses to the crease of my hip. His big hands splayed over my thighs, his thumbs tracing a light circle that seemed to make me shake all by itself. By the time he positioned his lips over my clit, brushing them lightly over that needy knot, I was trembling all over, ready to beg, biting my lips to keep from screaming already. He kissed my clit, stroked it with the tip of his tongue, lapped the underside where I was so terribly, terrifically sensitive. My toes curled up, and my breath left me in a gust. I made sounds, vowel sounds mostly, nothing like words because I was beyond speech. The blasts of blue light behind my eyes seemed to sync up with the bolts of pleasure shooting up my spine, tightening my stomach to the point of almost cramping with the strain. He drew it out, the buildup that finally broke, ecstasy crashing over me. My head went back, my back arched, and my legs went stiff straight out from me as I rolled my hips, Max kissing my trembling pussy with an open mouth, making out with my sex in the lewdest, most delicious way. I was never going to recover from this. That was certain.
Wrung out and shivering, I rolled onto my side, grappling for a blanket to cover myself with. I had come so hard I was chilled. He surged up the bed, wrapped me in his arms, pulling me back flush against his chest. “I’ll make you warm, don’t worry,” he said, kissing my bare shoulder. Max kissed my temple and my cheek, his fingers laced through mine. It was almost unbearably sweet and romantic. I felt myself smiling. I felt languid and loose, wrung out after two climaxes. At the same time, I wanted him. I wanted to have Max fully, wanted to bring him the kind of pleasure he’d given me not once but twice already.
“Rachel,” his voice was low and heated, not like I’d ever heard it before, and he was saying my name in a way that made me tingle.
“Max,” I said, my voice a whisper, “come to me. I need you, too.”
His handsome, stern face lit then, not only the fire of lust in his eyes but a warmth, a wonder at my acceptance of him, at how much I wanted him as well.
“I’ve wanted you this way forever, since the first time you came in the diner and sent your food back.”
He surprised me, rolled me beneath him and laced our fingers together, pressing my hands to the mattress on either side of my head.
His mouth blazed down my neck and over my breast. My breath was coming so fast I was dizzy. When he mouthed my nipple, licking and sucking, I arched my back, my head tossing back and forth on the sheets with the needy thread of pleasure that was building in me, a pull in my belly and a throb between my legs. I tried to say his name but I stuttered. He released one of my hands to run it down my body. His calloused hand was coarse on my heated skin as it slid down between my legs. I writhed at his slightest touch, felt my cheeks flush and my free hand reached for his.
It was then that he kissed me again, that the rasp of his beard against my neck was both a tickle and a stimulating buzz on my skin. I held on to him, my palms on his back as his muscles flexed and bunched under my hands. He settled his narrow hips between my thighs. I could feel the wet, fevered tip of his cock nestled against my sex, and the wetness, the face that he was wet for me, made me press against him. He groaned out loud and flexed his hips slightly, just breaching my entrance with his thick cock. My eyes were wide as they met his. He held himself above me, control in every line of his frown. He rocked into me deeper and I gasped.
“Yes, yes, that,” I babbled. “You feel so good to me, Max. Why has it never felt this good before?”
“I’m just that good,” he smirked and thrust his hips, a short, sharp shove that brushed something inside me. It set me moaning and grappling at his back, my short nails scratching him.
He looked pleased at that response and eased in even further. I started to wonder if his cock was endless, if there was any way I could take all of him. I tried to catch my breath, but I felt dizzy. The pressure of Max’s penetration, the size of him, was making me lightheaded. I bucked my hips, determined to hold all of him. That surprised him, and he thrust in higher than he meant to, because concern was on his face. I bit my lip, but I was grinning. This was so good, and it was only going to get better.
He drew all the way out of me, my wet folds clinging to him. Then he thrust forward, piercing me deeply. I cried out and bowed up off the bed with the force of his penetration. It felt so good, so complete. I swallowed hard, convinced I could feel him in the back of my throat, in
