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“Yeah, this was the perfect place to start,” he said, smiling as one hand slid through hair I’d let airdry so it held sexy beach waves. The other hand slid up my thigh as he brought my head lower until our lips touched and then it was an exquisite inferno raging between us. It was so hot I could feel the smoke filling my lungs, feel the flames licking at my overheated skin as my body began to move in ways I didn’t think possible. His thumb grazed over my clit and I cried out.
“Oh!” It was spectacular and it never felt that way when I did it. “Max,” I moaned as he slipped inside my panties, his warm hand, the rough pad of his finger gently rubbing at first, but his speed and intensity increased until it was a dance I seemed to know all the moves to as my hips rolled and I attacked his mouth the same way he attacked my body. With a single-minded focus. Pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so wet Jana.” He tore his mouth from mine, hand still caught in my waves as he held me firmly, gray eyes staring deep into mine.
“I think you might have a little something to do with that,” I told him and licked up the column of his neck. He was so hard and strong, muscular everywhere and I wanted to explore. My hands went to his chest, grazing over sculpted pecs and down rock hard abs until I reached his waistband. Then I reversed the journey, sliding under that delectable white t-shirt so I could really feel his body. “You’re so big. So hard. I can’t believe this is a real body.” I sounded like a moron, but he felt surreal.
“Honey it’s all real, and it’s all yours.”
“Take off the shirt,” I ordered in a voice more commanding than I’d ever used in my whole life.
He grinned and did as I requested. “Happy?”
“Hell yes I’m happy. Max you’re, magnificent.” I leaned forward and slicked my tongue over the corded muscles between his neck and shoulder, lower to his pecs and the hard brown nipples that beaded under my efforts. The more he touched me, the more I wanted to touch and taste him. Every inch of him. “Oh, shit!” He sank a thick finger inside me and a low moan escaped.
“Fuck you are so responsive.”
“Is that bad,” I asked and nibbled his ear as he continued to finger me, hard and deep and fast.
“No, it’s a damn turn on. If my cock gets any harder, I’ll probably hurt you.”
That shouldn’t have given me shivers, but it did. Sorry if I’m betraying my feminist sisters, but I wanted him to fuck me until it hurt. “Okay,” I panted.
“Say it again,” he commanded, his voice dark and demanding. Confident.
“Okay,” I said, moaning when a second finger joined the first, stretching me deliciously. It felt a little awkward but I was so horny, so aroused that I couldn’t worry about that. “Oh, Max! Max!” Two fingers were buried deep while his thumb flicked over my clitoris and I couldn’t’ hang on a moment longer. I held his shoulders to keep me from floating away, because I was pretty sure it was about to happen…any moment now. My hips moved faster and faster, in time with his hand.
“Fuck my hand, Jana. I want you to come all over me. Now,” he urged and nipped at the meat of my breast, sending me into an orgasm unlike any that had ever spilled out of my body. I’m sure some of it had to do with the fact that someone else was giving it to me, but there was something about this man that just knew how to work my body.
“Oh. My. God. That was…,” a shiver stole out of me and a satisfied smile crossed his face.
“It was hot as fuck is what it was,” he said, calm but with an edge as he pulled his fingers from my body. “But now, I need something else,” he said in a low, sexy voice and licked the fingers that had recently been deep inside me.
“Holy hell.”
He grinned and smacked my ass. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, babe. Bedroom?”
I pointed down the hall.
***
My chest heaved and my breath caught in my throat as I lay on the bed in nothing but the pale blue lingerie I’d put on a few hours ago while Max stood at the edge of the bed, a dark look on his face, his own chest heaving as his gaze raked over every inch of my overheated skin. “Fuck, Jana you’re gorgeous.”
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes at his hyperbole and simply smiled. I knew what I looked like and it was enough that he wanted me. “I believe that’s my line, Max. You are…incredible.”
He flashed a dark smile filled with raw, hungry need. His hand circled my ankle and lifted my leg, gray gaze never leaving mine as the hand slid up my leg to cup my calf all the way up to my thigh, gentle squeezes that felt like a massage if the massage was being given by the god of sex. His hands slid up and down my legs until my whole body felt like the epicenter of a burning log, hot enough to singe but there were no flames in sight. He inhaled deeply. “I can already smell how much you want me,” he groaned and just like that my legs began to come together. “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t hide from me. I love that I can smell your desire.”
My skin flamed with his outrageous words. As much as I knew about the act of sex, there were plenty of specifics I hadn’t considered. Such as the smell of desire. “W-W-What does it smell like?”
He grinned. “Like sex and woman. Desire.” His words left me too hypnotized to worry as he tugged my panties down my legs. “Like you want me as much as I want you.”
Oh. “Well, I do.”
He grinned that boyish grin that made my body and my heart do weird things I chose to ignore as his lips touched down on my ankles, behind my knees. The bones at either side of my hips. “Good. That’s very good, Jana.” His lips left a trail of white hot flames climbing my body. “Kiss me,” he demanded and I did all I could when a man as big and masculine and commanding as Max issued a command.
I obeyed. I kissed him like his lips and tongue were the only things keeping me alive. I kissed him with a passion I didn’t know I possessed, cupping his face and devouring his beer and saffron scented mouth. “You’re an excellent kisser,” I told him like I had any authority on the topic.
A lazy grin flashed. “You’re not too bad yourself.” Kisses rained down on me, my neck and shoulders. Grazing my collarbone gently before his mouth settled on the area of my breasts around the nipple without ever giving me the relief I truly sought. My back arched into his mouth and one hand cupped his head to keep him right there, to urge him to move a fraction of an inch where I needed him.
