“Hell, yes,” he muttered, echoing her.
Then all thoughts disappeared except one: Max. His lips, his tongue, his fingers, all exploring, teasing, like there was nothing else on earth he wanted to do except feast on her. And that was exactly what he was doing right now, feasting. His mouth was hungry, and he sucked on her and licked her like she was the only thing that could satisfy him.
His cock throbbed urgently in her hand. He was doing crazy things to her with his tongue, making it hard to concentrate. She opened her mouth as another wave of blinding pleasure hit her. As she moaned, he thrust into her mouth.
“Yes,” he growled, pulling her closer. “You make me so fucking hot, Natasha.”
He swirled his tongue around her clit, over and over, as she lost herself further in the sensations. Her body quivered, and he sucked harder, sending her over the edge. She shook and came as he devoured her, drawing out her orgasm. Rolling waves of languid pleasure flooded her. She pulled back, releasing his erection from her mouth, and rested her head on his hip.
She sighed. “You’re amazing, Max.”
“I’m feeling pretty amazing right now,” he said with a strangled laugh. “But I’m going to need to do something about this if you don’t want to finish. Because staring at your pussy like this is only making it hotter.”
Natasha considered the idea of watching Max jerk off in front of her. Watching his hand move up and down his cock, figuring out exactly what he liked. Her body certainly liked the idea.
But not this time. This time, she wanted to be the one to make him feel that way. “No, I want to finish.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said. He palmed her ass and squeezed it. “Then stay just like you are. I like this view. A lot.”
Natasha lifted her head and positioned herself with his cock right in front of her. Beautiful, sexy Max. She was trying not to think about her bare ass in his face, but it was hard to forget when his heavy breaths teased her, getting her going again. She reached for his erection, wrapping her hand around him once more, squeezing harder this time. His groan was heavy, tight. His story looped through her thoughts, weaving itself into each movement, each touch.
I could look down at you...and say you own me.
The tensing of his stomach muscles under her breasts, the hard grip of his hands around her thighs. In that moment, she felt it. She owned him. Natasha put her lips around his head and sucked. His hips bucked, but this time she was ready for it. She drew him in and out, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Fuck,” he roared. “I’m going to come.”
He groaned and swore and came deep in her mouth. His big body flexed and shuddered under hers. Then came heavy groans of satisfaction mixed with a whisper of words too soft to understand. His hips slowed. His hands loosened around her thighs, stroking.
“Oh, Natasha,” he said, his voice naked with wonder.
The words moved through her in soft flutters. These were aftereffects from the orgasm, from his breaths still teasing the length of her core, weren’t they? This was by far the hottest experience of her life, so it was only natural that he was satisfied, too.
Gently, he lifted one of her thighs over to the side. “As much as I’m enjoying the view, you might be more comfortable up here, where the pillows are.”
She pushed herself up lazily and shifted her legs under her. Max opened his arms, an invitation to lie with him. Natasha settled against him, resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the bliss of his warm embrace. The warm, hard muscles of his biceps against her back, her cheek in the hollow of his shoulder, just breathing him in. God, he smelled amazing. If she wasn’t careful, she’d let herself lie here with him for the rest of the day.
“We definitely practiced oral sex,” she said, reluctantly sitting up. “With thirteen minutes left for a shower.”
