“I’m sure they are.” I slid my hand under her shirt and cupped her breast, rolling her nipple. Needing to touch more of her, I slipped my other hand beneath her black tights and panties and stroked her between her thighs. Her entire body tensed. She bit her lip.
Curious, I watched her face as I parted her cleft and deliberately teased her clit. She stopped breathing.
“Too much?” I asked softly.
She shook her head, the color of her cheeks deepening. Ah, right, she was a little nervous…and shy? Because we could see our images reflected clearly in the windowpane?
“Let me get rid of this.” I grabbed the hem of her loose sweatshirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it to the window seat. She stepped out of her pink, fluffy slippers. I turned her to me and dragged her black leggings off.
As I straightened, her clothes fell from my limp hands. My heart tripped. I simply stared, my breath stuck in my throat, my gaze glued to her deliciously feminine body with miles of delectable warm, golden skin, gorgeous legs, and a small, neat patch of dark hair between her thighs.
In all my fantasies about her, nothing compared to the reality of seeing her totally naked. She was stunning…sexy.
She fidgeted. “Max, stop staring and get naked, too.”
At her discomfort, I murmured, “You’re beautiful.”
She rolled those striking amber eyes. “I’m short and—”
I grabbed her and spun her around, startling a squeak from her as I yanked her back against my chest and bit her nape. “You’re perfect.”
She wiggled, her gorgeous ass rubbing my already aroused groin, and reached behind her for my jeans button. I pushed her hands away. With my booted feet, I spread her legs apart and threaded my fingers through the soft curls on her mound, then tugged gently. “Put your arms back around my neck.”
She inhaled sharply but did as I instructed, her gorgeous breasts jutting out again.
“Watch the window, Logan.” I wanted her to see the sensual vision reflected on the glass pane as I stroked her cleft with one hand and teased her nipple with the other.
I slid a finger knuckle-deep into her snug warmth, and pulled out again, this time, adding another to my invasion of her beautiful body. In and out I worked her, and as her inner muscles tightened around my fingers, I withdrew and circled her clit with her wetness, then grasped the swollen flesh and pinched lightly.
Her entire body jerked, her nails biting into my neck, a low moan of need escaping her. She pushed harder into my hand. “Max,please.”
Yes, that is exactly how I wanted her, wantingmeto give her more, give her that push over.
“Not yet, baby.” I scooped her into my arms and settled her on the armchair. Lowering to my knees, aware of those slumberous golden eyes watching me, I drew one tempting nipple into my mouth. As I sucked on it with firm pulls, she moaned and grasped a fistful of my hair.
“No.” Taking both of her hands, I moved them above her head to the headrest. “Hold. I want you to feel what I do.”
Lifting her legs, I placed them over the armrests. She squirmed, color riding her cheeks, her embarrassment plain on her expressive features at being splayed open. I grasped her thighs, keeping them still. “Don’t move your legs off these rests, Logan, I want to see you.”
She bit her lip. The scent of her arousal, of warm female—a heady mixture—and the innocently erotic sight she presented to my starved body, blanked my mind. All I knew was I had to have her, make her mine.
I ran my palms along her inner thighs, back to the place I was dying to have my mouth on again. I stroked her slick cleft. Her raspy breathing increasing, I pushed my fingers into her. She took them easier now, and I thrust deeper, sliding my thumb over her clit.
A whimper escaped her.
“I love watching you,” I murmured. “I love watching how you eat…how you tuck your hair behind your ear or nibble your lower lip when you’re thinking. Now, I want to watch how you come as I work you with my mouth, fuck you with my fingers, and then do it all over again with my cock.”
Those eyes, brighter then the sun, widened.
Her hands lowered. I grabbed both her wrists and narrowed my eyes. “Keep them there, Logan, or I’ll make you beg to come.”
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At Max’s threat, my heart thudded in my ear, watching him between my thighs, those strong tattooed forearms keeping my knees open. His gaze on mine, he spread my cleft apart, then he lowered his head and his mouth covered me.
Oh, dear God! I clutched the headrest harder, my fingers biting into the fabric as his tongue did things to me I never thought possible. Unbelievable pleasure spread from my core, scouring my body in a flood of sensation. Then I stopped thinking, trying to survive this tempest he created inside me.
He was no longer lightly licking and sucking me, his tongue no longer rhythmically dipping into my opening. Now, his fingers, lips, and teeth were involved. Pressure built inside me, threatening to consume me whole.
