Page 105 of Maximus

“Slow.”

“Max.”

“Slow, honey. I want to savor you.”

Well, who am I to argue with that?

And slow he went.

Max licked and nipped my neck, down to my breasts where he paid an ungodly amount of time teasing my nipples until they ached. Only when I started lifting my hips, trying to find friction did he move lower, kissing over my belly, stopping to dip his tongue into my belly button. Who knew that could feel so good? As much as I wanted him to go faster, I finally got to explore unrushed. My hands traveled over his broad shoulders, his muscled back, relishing his smooth skin. I loved the feel of all his strength under my palms. Loved how his muscles twitched and bunched under my touch.

By the time Max’s mouth made its way between my legs, I was a quivering mess. My hips lifted off the bed when his tongue flicked my clit.

“Stay still.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Try, honey.” One strong arm went over my belly holding me in place, the other went to my thigh, pushing my leg farther open, and his tongue went back to my clit.

Holy sweet Jesus. If Max wild, quick, and dirty was hot, Max taking his time was scorching. I burned from the inside out. His tongue worked magic, edging me closer and closer to release. His hand holding me open skimmed closer to my center and I lost the battle, the anticipation was too much. I knew where that hand was going and I squirmed in excitement.

“Hurry.”

“Slow,” he reminded me.

I hadn’t recovered from the vibration of his word on my clit when he filled me with two thick fingers. Then he curved them up, found the place inside of me that drove me crazy, and I shattered.

On and on, my orgasm rolled through me. His fingers relentlessly kept rubbing and one orgasm slid into two.

Impossible, but nonetheless, it happened.

Max Brown pulled off a double with nothing more than gently flicking my clit with his tongue and his fingers.

Genius.

Then he was over me, kissing me senseless with the taste of me on his lips. A deep rumbling moan filled the room and I wasn’t sure if it’d come from me or him. Either way, the sound fueled my desire.

I needed him now.

Right now.

“Max, please.”

The head of his cock nudged my opening and he stilled. “Slow, honey.”

“You keep saying that,” I whined. “But I need you.”

Max leaned back, giving me a clear view of his beautiful face, and my breath caught in my throat. There was no chill in his eyes, no hard lines on his face—he looked at peace. Which, due to our position and the proximity of his cock, was a strange thing to think. But there it was—Max didn’t look like he had a care in the world. His blue eyes were serene and my heart constricted at the sight.

It was just him and me in this bed, and no one else mattered.

Three life-changing words were on the tip of my tongue. They desperately wanted to break free, but now wasn’t the time. Not when I was so exposed—if he didn’t return the feeling, I’d be crushed.

“I can’t get enough of you. Not your taste, not your scent, not your needy sounds. Not the way you look at me, not the way you touch me, not the way you make me feel.” Max’s gaze went from sweet to blazing as he pushed inside of me. “I’ll give you everything you need, honey, but I’m taking my time.”

“Will you let me give you everything you need?”

Max froze mid-thrust, his body went solid, and my hands stilled on his back. His muscles twitched under my palms and I waited.