She whimpered. “Want you.”
“Lie back, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”
Falling back, she spread her legs, bending her knees to make all the room he needed between her thighs.
“Damn, you are one sexy brainiac.” His dark gaze burned through her.
“Uh-huh.” Whatever. She just wanted him inside. Now.
He laughed, even as he moved into position, his head right at her entrance. “You’re thinking out loud again.”
“I do that sometimes.” She arched up, trying to get him to come inside.
“I’ve noticed.” He pushed forward, just a little. “It’s cute.”
“Max! Come on.”
That dark chuckle sounded again and then he was pushing inside, stretching tender intimate tissue to capacity.
“Feels so good,” she gasped out.
“Oh, yeah.”
He made little rocking motions with his hips, pushing deeper with each small thrust.
She felt like she was going to fly apart and he wasn’t even all the way inside.
“Me too,” he ground out, making her realize she’d done it again.
Good thing he didn’t find her habits irritating.
“Not irritating. Sexy. Oh, shit.” His big body shuddered as he bottomed ot inside her.
Their eyes locked, neither of them moved. The moment felt too profound. It was supposed to be just sex, but there was something going on here, something she didn’t even know could happen. But she felt that in this moment, they were one being.
The look of intense concentration on his face said he felt the same, or at least something close to it.
She opened her mouth to say something, she didn’t know what, but he shook his head. And started to move.
His strong hand gripped her buttocks, tilting her pelvis just so and that tingle-inducing spot inside her vagina got stimulated on the long, slow glide out and then in again.
He didn’t speak. She couldn’t. He moved in and out, one slow thrust after another.
She’d thought she’d wanted hot, hard and fast, but this was so good. So perfect. The pleasure built, and built, and built, and she never wanted it to end.
“Gonna do this for hours,” he said.
“Next time.” Because even with the slow thrusts, she knew she wasn’t going to last long.
And he was already so swollen and hard inside her, he had to be close too.
“Next time,” he agreed as the thrust of his hips increased in tempo.
Unable to do much, the way he had her tilted, she strained against him. “Want it. Want it. Want it,” she chanted over and over again, knowing that blissful release was just over the next rise.
Then he locked her knees over his arms and pressed her legs farther apart while thrusting deeper than he’d done yet.
She felt her climax explode through her, taking her in wave after wave of drowning bliss. She screamed. She cried. And she came. And she came again.