Then he began to speak.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, my Ember?” Max murmured, his palms sliding down her thighs, then back up again. “Perfect. I’ve dreamed of you like this.”
“Like what?” she gasped.
He leaned forward, and the movement sent a spike of ecstasy through her.
“Pleasuring yourself on me,” he rasped, his hand moving around to cup her curls. “Using my body like this.”
“Max!” she moaned, half objecting, half lost in bliss. “I want…”
“I know, love. I know.”
With that vow, Max’s fingers found her clitoris, and when he stroked it, Ember went mad. She bucked against him, and as his cock slid in and out of her, she lost herself in delight.
“Max!” She screamed his name as she came around his cock, her entire body jerking as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into her.
He continued to stroke her—her curls, her breasts, her throat, her thighs—whispering harsh words of praise and love. Her pleasure stretched on forever.
Then, as she slowly deflated, shocked and in amazement, Max began to move. He clamped his hands on her hips, lifted her just enough that he could thrust upward into her sensitive channel. The sensation caused her to gasp and grab his shoulders, wondering if she could come for a third time.
But she didn’t have the chance to find out, because after his third thrust, Max pulled his cock from her, wrapping one hand around it and stroking a fourth time. With a wordless roar, he found release, his seed erupting across her curls and his stomach.
He collapsed, boneless against the back of the sofa. Smiling, Ember followed, content to curl in his arms with his spend sticky between them.
She didn’t know how much time passed, the clock on his desk ticking the minutes by as they floated together in a sea ofsatiation. After a long while, though, Max stirred, gathering her against him as he sat up.
“Wh—?” she began, but he silenced her with a quick kiss.
“Hush. Let me care for you.”
And so he carried her to the attached washroom, and gently cleaned her. There was something unbelievably erotic about seeing his seed spread across her skin, and Ember felt her core throbbing pleasantly. She smiled as he washed himself, content to just watch.
“When can we do that again?” she asked out of the blue.
The surprised glance Max sent her said he hadn’t been expecting it. He flushed slightly.
“I want to explain my past to you, Ember.” He looked so intense as he reached for her hand. Instinctively, she laid hers in his open palm. “I mean, what Iwantis to taste you again…but before I can talk you into that?—”
“You would not have to talk too hard.” She winked, but he merely glanced away. So she squeezed his hand. “Max?”
He took a deep breath and tugged her out of the wash room, and left her standing in the center of the room as he bent to scoop up her chemise. When Max tugged it over her head, she began to feel a little anxious.
“Max, what is going on?” she asked as her face emerged.
“I’m worried you’ll catch cold.”
It was sweet and kind, and Ember felt herself smiling as he helped her into her skirt. Then he draped her blouse around hershoulders and led her back to the sofa, where they’d just shared their romantic interlude.
When she sat, Ember reached for him, but Max apparently wasn’t in the mood to sit. Still nude, he padded across the room to pick up his smalls, which he struggled into. When he reached for his trousers, she grew impatient.
“Maxwell DeVille, justtellme what is on your mind! You arenotregretting what we shared, I hope?”
He spun about, his trousers hanging from his hand. “Never. Ember, I want…”
His gaze dropped to the floor, and she pressed. “What do you want?”
“Forever.” His eyes lifted and he took a breath. “I want forever with you, Ember, but first you need to know…”
