Sliding the straps of my overalls down my shoulders, I spin to face the shower. Shimmying out of my clothing and reaching behind my back to unfasten my bra, I suck in a deep breath when his fingers brush mine.
"Let me," he says, his voice thick and gravelly.
I nod slowly, closing my eyes as his hands work to push my bra down my mud-covered arms. I spin, searching his hooded eyes.
"God, you’re beautiful." Max slides each of his palms into my hair, pushing it away from my face. "I’ve never seen anyone so perfect."
Heat flashes up my chest, and I’m sure my cheeks are bright crimson. But there’s no time to focus on why it’s so hard to accept his compliments as Max leans forward, pressing a searing kiss to my lips.
It’s punishing at first, filled with frustration. But as quickly as it starts, it changes to something different. Max sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently before licking soothing flicks along the same spot. And I reach up, tugging the hair at his nape, while I dip my tongue in for a taste. We’re teasing, exploring each other thoroughly, and I’ve never been more captivated.
Max’s hands slide down my ass, lifting me until I’m wrapped around his lower half. He steps into the shower anyway, not caring that he’s still wearing briefs and I hadn’t removed my panties.
The warm water coasts across my skin as he holds me under the spray. Each droplet pelts my overheated skin like tiny shards of glass, splitting me open. Max flicks his tongue against mine, biting my lip harder as he pulls back, and it steals my breath.
"I have to clean you up before I make a mess of you." Desire is etched on his face, and his pupils are blown.
A whoosh of air releases from my chest as I nod my agreement, followed by a buzzing anticipation when Max reaches for the shampoo. I’m consumed by the surrounding sounds—the water raining down on me, the flick of the bottle opening, the way the shampoo slides in Max’s hands as he rubs them together.
He motions for me to turn around as his hands sink into my hair. He scratches my scalp lightly, then applies a pressure that feels so good I moan.
"Fuck, Sade." He wraps a soapy hand around me, spreading his fingers across my abdomen as he turns me back around, then slides a hand under my chin, tilting my head into the spray to rinse. "Are you going to let me taste you? Please let me taste you."
"Yes." I couldn’t deny him if I tried. I ache with need, and my center is impossibly slick.
Max lathers a loofah with body wash, running the soapy and scratchy puff over every inch of my body. I feel like I’m on fire, each stroke or caress purposely driving me mad. When he reaches the black lace panties I’m still wearing, he drops to his knees and pulls them down with his teeth.
Holy hell!
Max on his knees in front of me might be the best view in the world. Better than any field of flowers, better than the Eiffel Tower in spring, better than any ocean in any corner of the world—not that I've experienced most of those things.
He lifts my right leg, tossing it over his shoulder as he continues to wash off the mud. He takes his time, working the soap into my skin with his free hand before setting it back down and switching to the other leg.
"You didn’t wash my…" Max rights my leg, making sure I'm stable as my voice trails off as my mind swirls with questions about how someone could be so thorough, yet miss an entire section.
"Say it."
"What?"
"I didn’t wash what, Sade? What did I miss?"
"Max… you know." I wave my hand in front of my vagina.
"Tell me. Use words." His voice is commanding, and I know he’s not going to let me off the hook.
"My pussy. You skipped it," I relent.
"And wash away the flavor of you… how much you need me. I don’t fucking think so." He flashes me a devilish grin. "I’m going to feast on you, savor every single drop until you’re begging me for mercy."
My mouth drops open to protest, but Max tosses my leg over his shoulder once again and sucks on my clit, exchanging anything I could have said with pure bliss. He works me over, switching between long licks and suction. He nibbles and hums until my legs are shaking, and I’m worried I won’t be able to support my body weight. But Max wraps a hand around my ass and pulls me closer to him.
My hips move on their own, grinding into his face in search of more. Tremors race through me, and I bite my cheek to stifle a moan.
Max halts, pulling away from me, and narrowing his eyes.
"What are you doing?" An exasperated breath rushes out of me. "Why’d you stop?"
"You’re hiding. You’re not letting me hear how much you love riding my face, Sade." He nips at my inner thigh, then soothes it with a flick of his tongue. "I might only get to do this a few times—the entire neighborhood needs to know who this pussy belongs to, even if it’s temporary."
