Colleen fisted the silk belt, her wrists grinding together, and rocked her hips into his face. “I am most sorry. So very, very sorry.”
“There, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” His eyes crinkled mischievously. “And as you were so sincere, here is your reward.” He tipped the candle, and the air hissed, her clit burned.
She couldn’t keep the scream in her throat. She throbbed. It felt like all the blood in her body had pooled in that one spot, like every nerve was threaded through her nub. Nothing else existed except her pounding need.
He bent and lashed her with his tongue. He swiped from her clit to her opening, lapping up her juices, plunging deep inside.
Colleen stared at the ceiling, her breath clogging her throat, watching their reflection. His head was buried between her thighs, her skin flushed pink, the white wax splashed starkly across her torso. The muscles in Max’s shoulders bunched and released as he moved his head. It was the most stimulating sight she could imagine.
Her need built, her body tensing. Digging her heels into his thighs, she thrust her hips up to meet his mouth. He brought her to the crest, held her there, and just as she peaked, he tipped the candle, scalding heat swamping her senses and blending with her ecstasy.
She screamed her throat raw, her body convulsing violently.
Max thrust two fingers into her channel and rode her orgasm out as long as possible. He blew out the candle and tossed it aside.
Colleen’s lungs burned from breathing so hard. Her reflection blinked down at her, a dazed look upon her face. Not giving her time to recover, Max swung her left leg around his head, held both of her ankles to his right shoulder, and prodded his cock at her entrance.
He slid inside, stretching her walls, firing up her over-sensitized nerve endings. He pressed in until the front of his thighs met the backs of hers.
“Sweet Jesus, you feel good.” Max kissed her ankle, wrapping one strong arm below her knees. He rocked his hips back then thrust forwards with a grunt. “Such a sweet little cunny.”
Her channel twitched, still recovering from her last crisis, but Max tunneled past the tightening muscles. Colleen whimpered, her inflamed inner walls feeling every ridge and vein on Max’s cock as he dragged through her flesh. She clawed at the headboard, trying to find purchase. Pressing her palms flat against the smooth wood, she pushed into his strokes, leveraging every ounce of pleasure.
Max dug his fingers into her skin, denting the flesh of her legs. His bollocks slapped against her bum, a rhythmic counter tempo to his grunts. The headboard rocked into the wall, the entire room shaking with the sounds of his pounding. Colleen couldn’t have cared less if the entire club heard them.
Every slide of his length made her nerves tingle. Each time he bottomed out, something pinched deep inside of her, something no man had ever reached. Her body climbed once more.
Max dropped his head back, eyes wide open on the mirror. “Fuck, I love the way your breasts bounce when I drive into you. Perfect breasts. My breasts,” he growled. His hips rocked faster, pounded harder. The tendons on his neck flexed and strained, and a bead of sweat slipped from under his newly-shorn hairline, rolling down his cheek.
He lowered his head, his eyes boring into hers. Reaching one hand down, he slipped his thumb between her thighs and scraped a layer of wax off of her clit.
Colleen’s entire body jerked, and the fabric of her robe’s belt broke from the headboard. She wanted her whole body coated in wax just so she could feel Max peel it from her skin, piece by piece. He’d already scraped away the walls to her heart. Her body deserved no less of a treatment.
Max sucked the tip of his thumb into his mouth. He lowered his hand, bringing it back between her legs. He rubbed the slick digit around her nub. His fingers dug into her stomach, the motion of his hips growing jerky. “Are you close? Please tell me you’re close.”
Colleen could only nod. He was so big inside her, his length growing harder and larger so that she couldn’t feel where he ended and she began. Max increased the pressure of his thumb, bringing her to the edge. He pummeled into her once, twice, fire chasing down her walls, and she exploded.
Fisting the coverlet, her whole body clamped down and shook with her tremors. “Max,” she moaned. Black dots swum before her eyes, and she let go, letting the bliss envelop her.
Max hugged her legs tight, gave a roar, and thrust into her one last time. Heat flooded her core, and his length twitched inside her channel. Closing his eyes, he bit her calf, holding on until the pulses tapered off. He shuddered one last time inside her body and rested his head against her ankles. “Oh, fuck, that was good.”
Colleen blinked and tried to find her voice. Good didn’t even come close to describing what they’d just done. “Mmm hmm.”
His body stiffened. “Oh fuck!”
Raising her arms above her head, she stretched her back languidly and tugged her hands free from the belt. She settled on her side. “You’re starting to repeat yourself. I think we already covered how good it was.”
“No.” He slid out and rolled off the bed. Digging through his coat pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief. “Dammit, I forgot to pull out. I put you at risk.” Striding back to the bed, he cleaned her up, the pressure too heavy on her tender skin to be comfortable.
She tucked her legs to her chin. “Well, that’s not going to help.” She rolled to her back, feet planted on the mattress, knees to the ceiling. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. This wasn’t good. A commoner getting pregnant by a member of the ton never ended well for the woman. Or the bastard child. “I wouldn’t worry overmuch. The chances of my getting with child are low.” She placed her palm on her stomach. “But if it happens, I’m keeping the babe.”
Grabbing her wrist, Max pulled her up to sitting. “And who’s arguing that you wouldn’t?” he demanded. “Do you think I’d order you to give it up?”
“No.” She laid her hand on his chest, burying her fingers in his soft pelt. He would take care of any child. He or she at least wouldn’t starve in the streets. “In eight years of marriage I was only in the family way twice. Let’s not worry until we need to.”
“All right.” He cupped the nape of her neck. “But you’ll let me know?”
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she rested her cheek on his chest. “I will.” They breathed together. “I’m sorry about the fire. I wanted to do it for you, but I couldn’t.”
