“We have to do it right, though.”
“What?” I panted. “You want candles and a bed with rose petals before butt stuff?”
“No, smart ass.” He grinned, taking hold of my thighs. “I want you to be ready. These things take time and lots of lube.”
I wrinkled my nose. “You’re the expert.”
“Hardly. But I did…research or whatever. Just in case.”
My brow furrowed, struggling to grasp what he meant as my body trembled with my impending climax. “Wait. You haven’t?—?”
He shook his head.
“But I thought—You made all those dark promises!”
Arching a brow, he scooted my body backward on the bed and lifted my legs. He rested my heels on the edge, exposing me further. But I couldn’t bring myself to care as his gaze traced over me.
“Have you seen your ass? Of course, I did research. Doesn’t mean I’ve done that before.”
The vulnerable look in his eyes, the hopeful but slightly nervous grin on his face, shot through my heart like an arrow. “Oh,” I rasped. “I—Wow.”
He huffed playfully. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t make it a big deal.”
With a jolt of surprise, Max flipped my body over. I gasped, the breath rushing from my lungs as his hands came down on my ass. He gripped my cheeks and squeezed.
“You sure about this?”
I bit down on the bedspread as he massaged the globes of my ass, grateful for my mother’s genes that had filled out my hips. More than I ever had been as a dancer, at least.
Max worshipped every inch of me, stroking a path with his tongue from my clit over my sex.
I squirmed on the bed, body pinned and spread by the weight of his heavy palms on my thighs.
He pulled back and reached for the bedside table.
Theclickof a cap came right before a first cool dollop of gel. I twitched on the bed, and Max laughed before sinking his teeth into my flesh. A cry from the sharp bite morphed into a moan as soon as his tongue soothed the sting.
He touched my cheek softly, his fingers delicate. Reverent.
A quick, slightly uncomfortable glance over my shoulder confirmed he’d been admiring his handiwork.
“You marked me!”
His eyes blazed as they met mine. “You’re damn right I did.”
After grabbing the bottle of lube, he squirted what had to be way too much into his palm. He scooped it onto his fingers and rubbed them together.
I turned my face back to the mattress, forcing myself to breathe as excitement and nerves coursed through me.
His fingers pressing against my ass reminded me to relax.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered at his gentle prodding, but I expelled a breath and relaxed my muscles. Waiting for the pressure that inevitably followed.
But it wasn’t his finger that pressed against my entrance.
The cold metal of the plug, slick with lube, pressed in gently. Even though it didn’t hurt, I resisted it at first.
Max withdrew after a few seconds, giving me a chance to take a breath, before trying again. The plug’s smooth glide in and out should’ve scared me, but I wasn’t afraid.
