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I arched my back, pressing my bum against his hard cock, and he slid his hand down my stomach to the apex of my thighs.
“Open your legs,” he whispered against my skin.
I was still lying on my side, so I shifted slightly. I hooked my left leg over his, parting my thighs, so he could tenderly ease his fingers between them.
I was already wet, already aching, already needy, and the first touch from him made me jolt. Max pulled his other arm back from under my head, leaving just enough that he could cup my chin, forcing me to turn my head back to meet his lips.
He played with my clit the way he kissed me—slowly, sensually, almost torturously. His tongue moved against mine while his fingers teased me, and he slowly reached down and pushed two inside me, sending heat rushing through me.
“Jesus, Ellie,” he murmured against me. “Are you always this wet in the morning?”
I shook my head as my eyes fluttered shut.
“Good.” Max’s fingers moved slickly back to my clit, covered in my wetness, and he rubbed it in circles. “I like knowing I’m the only person who can do this to you.”
He was, too.
Moreover, he was the only person Iwantedto do this to me.
I reached back between us and brushed my fingers against his cock. His hips jerked, and I curled my fingers around his cock and slowly moved my hand up and down its length, and it twitched against my palm.
Two could play this game, bucko.
He was putty in my hands, and I knew it. I loved it. For a moment, I truly cherished it. It almost felt as if this was the most vulnerable side of himself he’d ever dared to show me, and while I wasn’t lacking in appreciation for that, I wanted to selfishly cherish and savour it.
Max groaned quietly, pushing his hips against me. My fingers flexed against his erection, and I sighed when his hand cradled my jaw. He dipped his head to brush his lips over my neck. Just when I thought I had him, he had me right back, and I was weak for him once again.
Slowly, he shifted, making my body shuffle over too. He reached over me to the bedside table and rummaged in the top drawer, then produced a condom. One of his arms was still trapped beneath my head, and I gave a breathy laugh at his awkward angling of trying to open the packet.
I plucked it from his fingers and tried to open it, ultimately failing, which made him laugh. I gave up and used my teeth to rip the foil open, then handed it to him to put on. The wetness between my legs made it easy for him to position his cock there and slowly push inside me.
A gentle moan escaped my lips as Max stilled, buried inside me. Warmth flushed through my body as he ran his hand up my bare side and kissed my neck, then slowly moved his hips. My eyes fluttered shut as he gripped my thigh to keep my legs parted, exerting just enough pressure that shivers ran all over my skin. The easy rhythm of Max’s thrusting was almost hypnotic, even when he moved his arm beneath me and propped himself up on his elbow.
His fingers curled around my jaw and turned my head back, and our lips came together as I gripped the back of my thigh, holding my leg up.
It felt so natural, and the sensation of him moving so easily with me was oh-so-good. A thin sheen of sweat coated my skin, and I broke our kiss to gasp as pleasure coursed through me. Little by little, it intensified with each stroke of his cock inside me. My muscles tightened in uncontrollable spasms, and I arched my back, pushing my hips closer to him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside me until I could no longer take it.
Sweet heat pulsed across my skin. The hairs on my arms stood up as I cried out, and Max grabbed my thigh, manoeuvring himself to finish. His movements were faster, he thrust into me harder, dragging out every last second of my orgasm until I thought I might have to beg him to stop.
I was barely coming down from my high when he groaned, stilling inside me, and buried his face in my hair. I relaxed, sinking back into Max’s body, and slowly let my leg fall. He wrapped his arms around me and exhaled against my shoulder, and I felt him smile as he pressed his lips to my skin.
I laughed, albeit breathlessly. “Um, good morning.”
“It certainly is,” Max muttered, each movement of his lips like little kisses. “I was going to make breakfast until I realised you were naked.”
“I’m sorry?” I offered tiredly.
“Don’t be.” He let out a breathy chuckle and slowly pulled out of me. He had to release me to remove the condom and get up to dispose of it, and I squeezed my legs together.
Oh, no.
I hated getting up after sex.
Something always trickled.
Max appeared in the doorway right as I looked up, grinned, and threw a towel at my head. I caught it right before it hit me and narrowed my eyes at him, then very elegantly got up and shoved it between my legs.
He laughed as I hobbled across the bedroom, and I swatted him before turning down the hall to the bathroom.
