His hands thread through my hair and he really lets me have it. He pistons his hips, fucking my mouth. I push myselfto my limits, determined not to back down, even as I gag and my eyes water. Watching Max come undone sends a rush of adrenaline through me.
“Fuck, you’re too good at that,” he grunts.
“I know,” I murmur around him.
His jaw tenses. “The only place I’m coming tonight is inside you.”
Holy. Shit.
He gently pulls me off him and I wipe my mouth, unable to stop the smug smile that spreads across my face.
“On your back,” he says.
I make a show of shimmying up the bed, spreading my legs for him once I’m in place.
The mattress dips beneath his weight as he joins me, dropping a soft kiss to the inside of my knee. Then the other. Softly. Slowly. He scatters kisses along my inner thighs, lavishing attention on my skin. He takes his time, building my need until I’m brimming with anticipation.
“You don’t get to do what you just did and think I’m not going to return the favor,” he murmurs against me. “I intend to worship you properly.”
I suck in a breath at both his words and the first contact of his mouth on my center. My hips rise, seeking more pressure. His strong hands grip my thighs, holding me still as he begins to feast. He starts off with long, firm languid licks from my entrance to my clit, stopping and circling my swollen nub.
Max knows what he’s doing. Too well.
He groans against me, as if I’m the only thing that’ll ever satisfy him again. I gasp, white-knuckling the sheets as he alternates between open-mouthed kisses and sharper, methodical flicks of his tongue that make my thighs quiver.
“Max,” I moan, threading my fingers through his hair to hold him in place. I cling to him, certain that if I let go, I’ll float away.
He slips a hand from my thigh to grasp my waist, anchoring me. His tongue flattens and runs over my clit before sucking, gently at first, then rougher.
My back arches as a strangled whimper rips from my throat.
The ceiling above me blurs as my eyes lose focus, stars dotting my vision.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs against me. “I want to hear you.”
Releasing my waist, he teases my entrance with two fingers, adding to the sensation. Slowly, he sinks inside me until he’s knuckle deep, his hand working in tandem with his tongue—licking, nipping, sucking, and rubbing.
I feel pressure building, like a coil tightening, signaling I’m getting close.
“Ah. Yes. More,” I moan.
My legs tremble uncontrollably and my breath saws in and out of me as I finally give up the fight.
His fingers stretch me while he teases my clit. His stubble rubs against me as he works, and I silently pray that he leaves a mark.
A gush of wetness spills out of my pussy, slicking his hand as I clench around his thick fingers, my body shuddering through the aftershocks.
Max doesn’t pull away. If anything, he works me through it, continuing his ministrations. His fingers stroke though my folds, drive into me and curl deep, rubbing my G-spot. Finally, he lifts his head. His thumb replaces his tongue. The intensity in his eyes is pure, filthy pride as he watches me unspool, his gaze latched on mine like he never wants to forget the way I look when I fall apart for him.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice low and hoarse. “Look at you. So beautiful when you come.”
He leans in, pressing a kiss just below my navel while hisfingers still move inside me, pumping over and over. He licks a long line up my stomach.
“You’re dripping for me, Gem. Can feel you pulsing around my fingers. Can’t wait to feel you do that on my cock.”
His words spur me on, prolonging the euphoric sensation. Part of me wants to hold back and not give him the satisfaction of making me orgasm so quickly. But another part—namely, my vagina—couldn’t stop if my life depended on it. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I register that I’m shouting his name over and over, like he’s my salvation.
My body finally stills. My legs are jelly, a sheen of sweat coating both of us.
