“I was wrong when I said we shouldn’t see each other. I was wrong to think that I could go the rest of my life and never touch you again, never kiss you, never tell you how goddamn beautiful you are when you fold laundry.”
“I know. Laundry is some hot girl shit,” she said and laughed.
“Come here,” I said. She stepped toward me. I kissed her, licked her upper lip, slid my tongue in her mouth, and swallowed her sigh when I did it.
My hands were under her t-shirt on her smooth skin, and she slid her palms down my back to the curve of my ass and squeezed. We were sure and confident in our touches, our kisses, my hands stripping off her shorts while she worked on my jeans. I tugged off my sweaty work shirt and she ran her hands over my abs, slid her fingers just inside my boxer briefs. I shuddered at the sensation. This was moving fast, and I wanted it to move even faster. I nipped at her neck the way she liked, and Rachel arched toward me.
21
Rachel
One minute I’m folding laundry. The next minute, Max has me bent over the arm of the couch, his fingers between my legs. I writhed and pushed back against his questing fingers, wanting more.
“All right, baby, if that’s what you want,” he said, and just like that, he thrust his cock into me. I was tight and he was huge, but he had me wet enough that I felt the smooth glide of his cock, eased by my wetness as he rocked his hips into me. I moaned at the luscious heaviness of his penetration and rested my cheek on the pillow as he held my hips and thrust. Then I felt the flick of his finger over my clit, his hand reaching around the front to stroke my most sensitive spot while he took me from behind. In no time I was pumping my hips back to take more of him, grinding into his hand. I screamed with the jolt of the sudden bright flash of orgasm that rolled through me. He groaned as my inner muscles tightened around his length. Then he withdrew from me and flipped me over. My hips were still up on the arm of the couch, my legs dangling, as I sprawled languorously over the cushions.
“We’re just getting started, beautiful,” he said with a wicked smile.
All tanned muscle and sexy mischief, Max lowered himself to his knees and put his mouth to me. I tried to wriggle away from him because I’d just come so fast and hard. I was sensitive and wanted to curl up for a minute and come back down from that high. He was having none of that, his hand on my belly both pressing me down and arousing me, a tingle sparking down to my sex just from his hand on my lower abdomen.
“Oh—oh!” I said as sensations rocketed through me with every stroke of his tongue and fingers.
He was relentless. I thrashed. I bucked; I know I pulled his hair once. Most of all, I reveled in it, in his face buried between my legs, eating me out in the middle of the day in his cabin, on his couch. Everything about him was easy and energetic, like he had grown less grave, more adventurous overnight. When he lapped at my clit and pushed two long fingers inside my sex, I clenched and went rigid, coming almost painfully hard as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. I cried out, clutched the back of the couch with one hand like it was the only thing keeping me on earth. Finally, I slid my legs down onto the couch, tucked them under me and sat bewildered for a second. Then he was right there, kissing me, picking me up and taking me to his bed.
“Now I’m going to have you, Rachel Carter. Very thoroughly, right here in my bed, even if it takes all day.”
“All day?” I said, my voice squeaky and excited.
“All. Day.”
His big, powerful body covered mine. He kissed my fingertips, my palm, my wrist, all the way up to my shoulder. Then he settled his mouth against my neck and set me on fire with the sensations. He gave me tingles of stimulation and the hot rush of his tongue on my skin, tasting me, and when he rubbed my nipples, I canted my hips forward, rocked a couple of times, just miming the way I wanted to have him inside me.
“Whatever you want, baby,” he said, touching my face, gazing at me tenderly before kissing my neck again and then my lips.
Then he spread my legs and settled the broad head of his cock against my slit, entering me as I drew in my breath, tried to relax the muscles in my lower body to accommodate him. Just because he’d been inside me from behind a few minutes ago didn’t mean that this penetration was a shock. He was so big, so thick, that he seemed to be tunneling into my body, making room for his massive cock in me. I spread my legs as widely as I could and lifted my hips to take him. He felt incredible, so smooth and hot to the touch. Instinctively, I rocked with him, his rhythm as natural to me as breathing. The union I felt with him, not just physically but emotionally, was breathtaking though. Max kissed my cheek, and kissed my lips, his thrusts growing uneven, desperate. As the momentum built, I felt myself carried away by the force of his passion, by the pleasure coursing through me that rose to a crescendo. As I arched and started to cry out, I felt him go harder.
“Now—Rachel—I’m coming—” he ground out through gritted teeth. The raw heat of him within me, the rush of his orgasm within me was so powerful that
