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“I think,” Max said in a gravelly voice a little above a whisper, bringing his face closer to mine so that his nose brushed my cheek. “That you are perfect exactly as you are.”
He thinks I’m perfect?
“You think I’m perfect?”
“I do.” He brushed his lips over mine in the most tender kiss I’d ever felt. “You’re a little mouthy sometimes, but it’s not unbearable.”
“So are you,” I shot back, although I was smiling.
How could I not be?
He thought I was perfect.
Mouthy, but perfect.
My heart was racing, and I knew.
It was too late for me.
I was falling for Max, and there was no way I was going to be able to stop myself from hitting the ground.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” he said against my lips.
I shook my head, the tiniest little jerk of my chin to the side.
“Oh, Ellie.” He slid his hand around to cup the back of my neck and moved his body, pinning me against the wall of hay. His next kiss was different to the ones just now—this one was firm, needy, hungry. He gripped my hip, fisting the material of the t-shirt there so my entire thigh was exposed, and he flicked his tongue against the seam of my lips until I gave in and let him deepen the kiss.
Max slid his hand under the t-shirt and over my hip to my arse, grabbing it. Our bodies were flush against one another, and his hard cock pressed against me, almost teasing me with the idea of what could be.
Like this, it was hard not to believe that he really did think I was perfect.
He slid his hand down and curved it around the back of my thigh, and I let him lift my leg until his fingers were behind the bend of my knee. Max parted my legs, setting my foot up on the hay next to us, and fisted my hair at the nape of my neck, tugging my head back.
His lips trailed a hot path of kisses down over my jaw to my neck. I was a weak woman where neck kisses were concerned, and I was absolute putty in his hands when he gently grazed his teeth over my skin.
I slid my fingers into his hair, holding his lips against me. Sparks darted across my skin at the sensation of Max’s fingers slipping between my legs and brushing over the cotton of my underwear.
He brought his mouth back to mine to kiss me again, nipping my lower lip, and released my hair from his grip. He dropped to his knee, letting his hand fall down my side. One of his hands hiked the t-shirt up to my waist while the other hooked under my underwear and pushed it to the side.
I inhaled sharply at the feeling of his tongue flicking against my swollen clit. My hips bucked against his tongue almost of their own accord, and Max’s fingers twitched against the top of my thigh.
He applied more pressure to my clit, bringing his mouth to cover my pussy totally. I whimpered, and my eyes fluttered shut as he circled my clit slowly, making every breath I took harsh and laborious. Every tiny little noise that escaped me seemed to spur Max on, and he went from the focused area of my clit to a full exploration of my wetness.
It was almost an assault on the most tender, needy part of me, and I had no control over what I was doing. Not as Max released the t-shirt and gripped my arse tightly, pulling my hips in so my clit was firmly against his tongue.
I reached down and ran my fingers through his soft, dark hair, arching my back as another moan escaped my lips. His tongue circled and pushed and flicked over my clit, toying with it, a mix of tiny sucks and nibbles, until my legs clenched and I could no longer do anything but give myself over to the pleasure that flooded my body.
I grabbed the hay behind me to keep me up, although I wasn’t sure if that was my own feeble body strength or if Max was partially helping.
All I knew was that I hadn’t been wrong.
That man could eat a girl’s pussy like achamp.
Max slowly stood up and slid one hand around the back of my neck, dipping his head so his lips were close to my ear. “Believe me now?” he whispered in a raspy tone that danced across my skin, making the hair on my arms prickle into standing.
“I think so,” I whispered back.
“Good. Now I have to finish this up.”
