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“Please–” I whisper, unsure of exactly what I’m begging him to do, but Max moves with a surety that makes all of my doubts flee. He pulls me to the edge of the bed, his fingers stroking my inner thighs, and I feel his breath hot against my damp flesh as his lips brush gently over my folds.
“OhGod,” he groans, and his fingers gently spread me, stroking my sensitive inner flesh as his tongue flicks out, dragging upwards from my entrance to my clit, and the world dissolves around me.
“You taste sofuckinggood,” he moans, his tongue sweeping over me again, hot and wet and lapping up my arousal as if he’s hungry for me, tracing the edges of my folds before delving into my entrance, sliding inside of me as if he wants to fuck me with his tongue. My thighs are already trembling, my hands clawed in the blanket as I clutch the edge of the bed, barely able to comprehend the pleasure I’m feeling.Is this what it was like for him, when I did this?I think dizzily, amazed that he was able to last as long as he did. I already feel as if I’m on the edge of what must be an orgasm, a tight, knotted feeling in my stomach threatening to unfurl, my body shaking as Max thrusts his stiffened tongue into me like a tiny hard cock, rubbing it inside of me until I think I’m going to go mad, moaning for more, hovering on the edge.
“So good,” he groans, his tongue sliding upwards, towards my throbbing clit, and I let go of the bed long enough to clap my hand over my mouth and muffle my scream of pleasure as his fingers spread my folds, exposing my clit to the onslaught of his tongue as he starts to flick it over the hard bud. “God, I could eat you all night–”
I wouldn’t stop you,I think dizzily, moaning as I buck under the pressure of his tongue, the heat of it driving me wild as he circles my clit, easing up on the direct sensation just long enough to keep me hovering on the edge before he flicks his tongue over me again. “How do you know how to do this?” I moan, my words running together as my thighs splay outwards, my hips arching up towards his mouth. “Oh my god, Max–Max–”
He stops just long enough to look up at me, his eyes glinting wickedly, his lips and chin glistening with my arousal. “I’ve imagined it enough to know what I’d do,” he says darkly, his voice hot and rough as he bends his head, his tongue attacking my clit with renewed vigor. I can feel myself hurtling towards the edge, towards a pleasure I’ve never known or experienced, and I claw at the bed, writhing beneath his tongue.
“I’m going to come–” I gasp, my hips bucking as I grind against his tongue. “Max, I’m going to–”
“Good,” he growls against my heated flesh. “Good girl.”
That’s all it takes. One more stroke of his tongue and my world comes apart at the seams, pleasure so intense that I press my fist against my mouth to stop from screaming hurtling through me. I feel arousal gushing from me as I come, my thighs clenched around his head as I buck against his face, but he doesn’t stop for even a second. I’m throbbing, pulsing, my heart beating wildly out of control as the waves of pleasure seize me. I can’t imagine how anything could be better, how anyone survives this. I moan his name against my fist, crying out as he licks my clit through the orgasm, and just as the aftershocks are rippling through me, his hands grab my hips, pushing me hard against the bed.
“Again,” he growls, his eyes hot with lust as he looks up from where he’s kneeling between my thighs andsucksmy clit into his mouth.
“Oh god–Max!”I shriek his name, my hips snapping up against his face, every muscle in my body seizing again as he throws me immediately into another orgasm, my pussy clenching hollowly as I come harder for him than the first time. I feel as if I’ve lost control, my mind melting under the force of the pleasure that wracks my body, again and again, his tongue thrumming against my clit as he sends me spiraling into heaven once again.
It takes me a moment to come back to my senses. When I do, I realize Max is on the bed with me, gently moving me so that I’m lying against the pillows. “Don’t go,” I whisper thickly, and he hesitates, but a moment later, he lies down facing me, propped against the pillows, too, as he stretches out alongside me. “Please don’t go–”
“I’m here,” he murmurs, and before I can stop myself, I move closer, pressing myself against him as I take his face in my hands.
There, in my bed, I press my lips against his, and I hope to God that he doesn’t ask me to stop.
18
MAX
Ithink I’ve died and gone to heaven. And as much as I know this is one more line I shouldn’t have crossed, one step closer to breaking another vow for good, I excuse it in my head by telling myself that it was for her pleasure, that it had nothing to do with me.
It’s not true, of course. I got as much pleasure out of it as she did. I’m aching from the taste of her on my tongue, rock hard from the feeling of her coming on my face. I’d been telling the truth when I’d said I’d dreamed about it over and over. More than the experience of getting my own cock sucked, more than the thought of having sex, I’d craved knowing what the taste of her would be like, what it would feel like to lick her pussy, explore it, feel her coming under my hands and mouth.
It had been better than I’d dreamed, like fucking heaven on earth. And now, as I lie next to her, her lips are on mine, and I know it’s going to be a thousand times harder to leave again.
Her hands thread through my hair, tugging my mouth closer, her body arching against mine. I know what she wants, and I want it just as badly, but that’s one line I know we’re not going to cross tonight, no matter how close we get. I can’t let that happen.
“Max–” Sasha moans my name into the kiss, her hands sliding down, cupping my face as she deepens the kiss. Her hips press into mine, her moan turning to a gasp as she feels the weight of my erection pressing into her. We grind against each other like high schoolers, all hands groping over clothes and mouths feverishly pressed together, trying to get as close as we can to one another without crossing that final boundary. “I want you,” she whispers, her hand sliding down my chest, down towards where my cock is throbbing, wanting her touch. “Please, Max–”
“Not tonight,” I murmur against her lips, as if there willeverbe a night when we can go all the way, as if I can ever let myself go that far. My hips arch forward as she presses her hand against me, as if they have a mind of their own, and Sasha lets out another small, gasping moan as her fingers toy with my zipper. “Sasha–”
“Let me touch you, at least.” Her lips brush over mine again, full and soft, her tongue tracing my lower lip and sending another jolt of sensation down my spine. I need her in a way I’ve never needed anything, and I can’t stop her from sliding my zipper down and my cock out, wrapping her warm palm around my straining flesh as she starts to stroke me. “I want to give you pleasure, too.”
“God–” I press my forehead against hers, the word half-curse, half-prayer as I claim her mouth again with mine, my tongue tangling with hers as I run my fingers through her hair. “That feels so good–”
Any touch from her would feel like bliss, even the simple stroking of her hand up and down the length of my cock, playing with me as she explores me. She pushes my pants further down as we kiss, her fingers toying lightly with my balls until I groan and jerk under her hand, so close to the edge.
“This is the high school experience I never had,” she says softly, laughing as she returns to stroking me, her hand sliding along my cock as she rubs her palm over my damp cockhead, enjoying the way I jerk and shudder beneath her touch. “Fooling around like a teenager.”
I laugh, capturing her lips in another kiss as I thrust into her hand. “I was thinking the same thing,” I murmur against her mouth. “You touching me feels so good. Tasting you–”
Sasha smiles against my lips, her other hand brushing along my cheek as she keeps up a steady rhythm with the other, pushing me toward the edge of climax. “We’re good together, Max,” she whispers, still stroking me, her body arched into mine, so her breasts brush against my chest, her leg sliding through mine to keep me close to her. “You protect me–” Her hand squeezes, stroking quick and fast over my tip before sliding down to the base again, letting go to cup my balls in her palm for a moment. “You make me laugh.”
Her lips brush over mine again as she returns to stroking, her thumb rubbing over the swollen head. I gasp against her mouth, straining, my hips thrusting again as I struggle to hold back, to make this last just a little longer. “I wanted it to be you since we met, Max,” she whispers, her hand tightening around me. “Just you, and no one else.”
She deepens the kiss, quickening her strokes. “Come for me,” she whispers, and I couldn’t stop if I tried. Her tongue tangles with mine, swallowing my moan as I feel myself shudder with a pleasure that ripples down to my bones, my cock throbbing in her fist as I explode between us. I can feel myself shoot over her hand, streaking her fingers, her dress, and my shirt, as I come harder than I ever have stroking my own cock. She keeps kissing me, whispering that she wants my cum. I have a sudden fierce, primal urge to roll her onto her back and thrust my still-spasming cock into her, shoving the last of my cum deep into her womb.
