She released him, lifted her head, and smiled. “Wow. That was like…so hot.” Her eyes danced a little. Her smile turned euphoric. “I almost came.”
Ryan released the fat curls he held in his hands and gripped her arms. “You’re going to.” He guided her up and back, so that she was sprawled in the corner opposite from the one he’d occupied. He snaked his arms under her and clasped her sexy underwear, peeling the boy-shorts away. His hands pressed to her knees, spreading her legs wide.
She had one booted foot propped on the sofa, resting on a thick white-and-silver fur throw so that her heel didn’t dig into the cushion. The other foot was on the floor. He positioned himself between her thighs. Inhaled her scent. Reveled over the small, pink, dewy parts of her that begged for his attention. Wept for it.
His head lowered. Maxi sucked in a breath.
Ryan’s tongue glided over her slick folds. Her hips bucked. She let out a small cry of pleasure.
He took the encouragement for what it was. He licked again. Then his lips tugged at hers. Her legs fell open, even wider. Her fingers combed through his hair.
The tip of Ryan’s tongue flickered over her clit, and her breath caught. He suckled deep, then flitted his tongue over her wet flesh, making her squirm. Her breathing turned ragged.
Ryan hadn’t engaged in this decadent guilty pleasure in a long time, and had certainly never been quite so enthusiastic about it. That related, once again, primarily to him choosing prudent women who found this act borderline pornographic. Yet the way Maxi’s hips rose and she pressed herself to his mouth had him yearning not only to enjoy the bounty offered, but also to get her off with a powerful orgasm.
He flattened his palms against her inner thighs, keeping her open to him. His tongue fluttered over her small, swollen bud, and she let out a low, throaty moan. He alternated between featherlike flicks with the tip of his tongue and more determined strokes that were firmer and fuller.
“Oh, my God, Ryan,” she said in a lusty tone. “That is so amazingly good. So fantastic.”
His lips toyed with hers again. Her breath hitched every time he tugged on them…and when he suckled her clit.
“Christ,” she murmured. “I’m going to come.”
He shifted slightly, and slid a finger into her wet pussy. His tongue homed in on that sensitive pearl again, and he put all the effort he had into driving her wild.
Maxi’s hips rolled. Her fingers fisted in his hair. Her erotic whimpers filled the room.
“Yes,” she muttered. “Oh, God, yes. Make me come.”
Ryan eased in a second finger, gave her a moment to assimilate, then pumped heartily.
“Oh, fuck!” she called out.
Her inner walls clenched his fingers, but he continued to massage the tight canal with vigor as he fervently ate her pussy.
“Ryan… Oh, my God. Ryan…” She placed one hand on the cushion beneath her, lifted her butt off the sofa, and ground herself against him. “Oh, Jesus Christ!”
He felt the tension grip her. Hold her suspended.
Then the release ripped through her, and she screamed his name. Her body quaked. Her cream coated his fingers, his tongue. She tasted as incredible as she felt.
“Oh, damn!” She panted heavily. Her eyelids were closed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her lips were parted, eliciting the desire within him to kiss her.
But all Ryan could do was take in the incredibly alluring sight of her, lost in the powerful climax he’d given her.
Her inner muscles still clutched him tight. Her thighs quivered, as did her stomach. Her skin was flushed, and her nipples were so damn hard, it took all the willpower he possessed not to lean forward and draw one deep into his mouth.
He didn’t move an inch, because she was held captive in a thrilling, spellbinding place. Drowning in delirium. He saw it all so clearly just by cataloging every single ripple of flesh—and the fact that she simply couldn’t catch her breath.
Ryan had no idea how long he knelt between her legs and stared at her. Mesmerized. Triumphant. Erect.
For God’s sake…he was hard again.
Her eyelids eventually fluttered open, and she gazed at him with a dreamy expression. “You deserve a gold medal for that.” Her voice was soft and sensuous. And he didn’t miss the tinge of her gratitude.
“Can you understand that I’ve discovered there is nothing under the sun more motivational than a woman who looks like you, smells like you, responds to me the way you do…?”
She smiled alluringly. “I’m not sure which one of us is the powder keg and which one is the lit fuse.”