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She takes a couple of steps away from me, and I’m preparing myself for letting her go. When she pulls the sweater up over her head, I start breathing easier.
“This is crazy,” she says throwing the sweater down on the ground. “We’ve only known each other a couple of days,” she continues, undoing her bra. Her small, perky breasts are pebbled so hard; they look physically painful. I love her tits. The perfect size to tease, or suck. Hell, I could almost suck them in my mouth entirely. Her nipples are pink, round and close to the size of a dime. They make my mouth water. Everything about Tess makes my mouth water.
“For however long we have to steal from fate, Kitten, we don’t worry about that shit. Because I can promise you, it feels as if you’ve always been a part of me.”
Her hands stall on her pants after she unlatches the button and zipper. Her eyes find mine, and there are tears swimming in their depths. “I felt that way, Max, from just reading your file.”
My stomach rolls and I wish yet again, I had made different choices. Then again if I hadn’t, I might never have met Tess. Fate is a fucking bitch.
“You’re taking too long,” I have to clear my throat to just get the words out.
“I have a problem,” she says and before I can respond carries on, “Your Uncle’s boots are seriously ruining the sexy striptease I wanted to do here.”
She huffs out the last part and sits down on the bed. I’m as surprised as she is when the laughter escapes me. I lower down on my knees in front of her. “Yeah well, they might not be sexy, but they came in handy when dealing with Jenna.”
“Do not mention her name in here if you want to get lucky, Max.”
I fake a heavy sigh as I finish taking her boots and socks off. My fingers brush over her ankles before taking one foot and using my thumbs to massage the balls of her feet. “I’ve been slacking,” I tell her, picking up her other foot to repeat my actions.
“Slacking?”
Her head goes back, and she moans as I massage her feet. Tess is so innately sexy in her excitement that she steals my breath at times.
“In your training.” I put her foot down and then stand, waiting.
“You’re training me? For what?” She asks, as she gets up from the bed, licking her lips—tempting without even knowing it.
“Me,” I answer as my hands wrap around the side of her neck, bringing her lips to mine. It feels as if I haven’t tasted her in months. I have no way to explain what Tess does to me. I wasn’t lying when I said it felt like she had always been a part of me.
Her hands push under my shirt, her touch feels like she injects electricity into my body. Her nails drag up my stomach marking a path as clear as the way she has marked my soul. I feel everything. My tongue duels with hers and owns her mouth. Tess’s pulse jumps under my hand on her neck, and I flex my thumb back and forth over it. When her nails slide to my back, and she pulls me closer, I know I need to move away. She digs those claws into me, and that small sting of pain makes my balls grow heavy and ache, with my need to release. I’ve fucked a lot. It used to feel the day was a failure if I didn’t have a woman to sink into before I crashed. Tess is different. She’s like finding a part of myself.
We break apart and drag oxygen back into our lungs. Tess is breathing so heavily her body quakes with the exertion. I’m not far behind her. I look into those emerald eyes that own me and the need reflecting back nearly unmans me.
“Pants…” my voice is so gruff I breathe and try again. “Take your pants off, Kitten.”
She’s naked in front of me, and my cock is demanding attention. Damn thing is so hard and ready; it’s physically painful. I love her like this, face flushed with excitement and hair falling softly around her face, kiss
ing her shoulders. Her breasts are moving with her breathing; the hard, pebbled nipples are straining, needing attention. Her pussy is bare and already glistening from her excitement. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
“You’re sure about this, Kitten?”
“Yes.”
It’s one word, but one word that seals our lives and joins us together. There’s no turning back now; maybe there wasn’t from the beginning.
“Undress me.”
Tess’s eyes widen in surprise and then a soft smile spreads her lips. She starts with my shirt, easing her hands under it and slowly pulling the ends over me. I bend down to help her get it off, and it joins her clothes on the ground. She kisses my stomach, creating a line of fire wherever her lips touch. Her tongue teases my nipple, wrapping it and pulling it into her mouth, I groan. My hands tangle in her hair, and I apply pressure, demanding, not asking, that she go down. I need her to kiss lower; I need more than she’s giving with this slow, delicious torture.
She looks up at my face, her eyes glued to mine and lowers slowly, accepting my command. With each delightfully wicked inch, her tongue drags against my skin, searing me. When she hits her knees, her hands undo my belt and pants, and I exhale my relief as she slides my pants down and gives my cock room, from the bite of the zipper. My cock bounces free, stiff, hard and ready for action. Her hand wraps around the base, and I nearly come right there. When her tongue flattens, bathing my shaft and she licks the head, spreading the moisture there and adding some of her own, my knees nearly buckle.
“I’ve missed having you in my mouth, Max,” she whispers before taking my cock directly to the back of her throat.
“Oh fuck…”
Her mouth creates a tight, hot, wet cavern that I’m dying to fuck. My hand is wrapped in her hair and on her third stroke down
Tess swallows down every inch of me and my cock hits the back of her throat; it takes everything I have not to use the hold I have on her hair and fuck her mouth fast and hard. Instead, I find myself pulling her off of me. She whimpers and finally lets go of me with a soft, wet, popping noise.
“Not yet. You still have to finish undressing me, Kitten.”
Her wicked smile is my answer.
I want to argue and complain when he calls a halt to my fun. The need in his eyes stops me. There’s something elemental in the way I react to Max. I admittedly have very limited knowledge, but being with him far surpasses anything I’ve ever experienced before.
I squeeze his cock in my hand tightly, before letting go. Max sits down on the bed. I’ve never dated a man who goes commando before. Right now that seems like a shame because Max does it so damned well. Once he’s settled, I unlace his hunting boots that he’s been wearing since visiting his Uncle’s cabin. I get them untied and loosened up, and he slips them off. I set the shoes to the side, and once I’m done, make sure his socks are tucked inside of them. His hand is cupping the side of my neck. When he holds me that’s the first spot he reaches for. I love the feel of his strong hand there, almost controlling my next move—firm and unyielding, but somehow soft and loving at the same time.
He guides me up with his hold now, and I go back to my knees; bracing my hands on his legs. His skin is so hot and warm; his musky scent surrounds me. I think I could love him if I let myself. I could love this man even knowing about his past, even knowing what is before him—maybe even because of it. I could love him.
He spreads his legs out, allowing me to rest between them. His hard cock is rubbing against my breasts, and the warm feel of heated skin and the sticky wetness that is dripping off him might just be the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. He drinks from my lips. There’s no other way to put it. His lips pull at my bottom one, dragging it into his mouth, once and release, twice and release, and then on the third time his tongue takes over in my mouth, enslaving me and I willingly let him. When we break apart, he keeps me right there and gently presses his forehead against mine.
“I was going to punish you for the stunts you pulled out there, but you win, Kitten.”
I’m lost in the spell he’s woven around me, and my body quakes at the thought of receiving his punishment. I want it. If I don’t get punished, how is that winning?
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“Because you get my cock,” he growls and it barely registers that I asked that final question out loud.
“Max…”
