He drags his tongue against the seam of my lips so I open them, then Max’s hands grip my hips, and as he licks into my mouth, he walks us slowly backwards until the backs of my legs hit the bed.
Breaking the kiss, he pulls back to look at me. “Are we good?”
I swallow hard, nodding.
His eyes tighten around the edges and I realize maybe it’s not strictly a Dominant thing to want verbal communication. Maybe it’s just a good habit overall.
“We’re good, Max. That night is in the past.” I chuckle, then trail my fingers over his jawline, scraping my nails against his five o’clock shadow. “Honestly, I’m tired of punishing you.”
Punishing usboth, really.
He exhales, shoulders visibly relaxing. “Well, don’t fret too much over that, Ms. Hart. I plan to make up for all that lost time.” With a wink, he bends at the waist, picks me up, then tosses me onto the bed.
I yelp, scurrying backward as he climbs onto the bed and crawls toward me.
“Do you always manhandle women?” I tease.
“Only you, darlin’.”
My heart skips a beat, something niggling at the back of my mind.
Before I can figure it out, he’s grabbing my ankles and pulling me down so he can straddle me.
“Hi,” I whisper, staring up into those disarming brown eyes.
“Hey.” Gripping my chin with one big hand, Max holds my face as he crushes his lips against mine in a brutal, hungry kiss. I moan as his tongue invades my mouth, this time with demanding, powerful strokes I can feel clear down in my toes.
He lowers down onto me, propping himself on one elbow as he holds my chin steady. His body presses into mine and I’m struck by the way he can hold himself just so, giving me enough that I feel the pressing weight of him, the hard line of his cock, but he doesn’t smash me, something that would be quite easy for a man of his size.
I open my legs, cradling his hips between my thighs, and Max groans into my mouth as he rocks his hips forward.
“Fuck,” he growls, pulling back. He’s breathing as heavily as I am, gaze flicking back and forth between my eyes. His nostrils flare on each inhale. “I’ve waited for this for so damn long.” Before I can respond, he drives his hips forward and pleasure shoots through me. I moan and he closes his mouth over mine to swallow the sound.
Dropping to the side of me, he drags his hand down my body, then grips my thigh and lifts it over his hip. I twist to get close to him, desperate for that friction between my legs.
Rocking my hips, I grunt in frustration, the connection not nearly enough. Pushing him onto his back, I shamelessly straddle him, slapping my hands to his chest, fingers digging into his pecs as I settle myself on top of him.
Dropping my head back, I rock my hips, shuddering at the way it feels to have his thick cock between my legs.
“Christ, Sutton.” His hands clamp onto my hips, stilling me. “You keep doin’ that and I’m going to come in my fucking pants.”
I chuckle, biting into my lower lip as I rock my hips forward again.
His eyes roll back in his head and he lifts his hips to meet the next rock of mine.
But it’s not enough.
Pushing up and wrapping an arm around my waist, Max flips me onto my back. With deft fingers, he makes quick work of unbuttoning my jeans, then I lift my hips and he drags them down my legs. He undoes his own pants, and while he’s focused on that, I strip my top off, tossing it onto the floor. When I look back at him, he’s ripping into a condom.
My gaze drops to his cock as he drags the condom down over the length.
My mouth goes dry as my body shivers with anticipation.
He rips his shirt off and tosses it to mine, then gets back onto all fours and crawls over me. “You good?”
I lick my lips, nodding vigorously.
Max’s lips twitch on a smile. “You want to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
