“I didn’t think you could be more beautiful than you already were. Then I made you come, and that look on your face—blushing and pretty and so surprised. I’ve never seen you so gorgeous,” he said. I just buried my face in his neck and pressed a kiss to his collarbone.
I was afraid I’d say I loved him if I tried to speak. I might fall apart and cry and tell him every single thing I loved about him. That would ruin everything. So instead, I kissed him. The instant our lips touched, that desire raged through me again. The attraction had energy of its own, and I was in the grip of it. Max was kissing me like a desperate man, one drowning or falling, who had caught the one thing that could save him. It was a glorious, joyful, pleasurable kiss that deepened and caught fire. He held my face in both his hands, so personal, so intimate, as if he were holding all of me in his palms, as if I was the person he wanted, my face and my lips and my soul. I felt cherished—I kept thinking that. It was a new feeling for me, and powerful.
Max rolled me onto my back, kissing me, his mouth moving to my neck and the scrape of his beard tickling just enough to sensitize the skin all over my body. I grinned and combed my fingers through his hair, arms and legs around him just to make it really obvious how much I wanted him. Down and down he moved, his lips on my collarbone sending shivers all through me, stripping off my bra with one hand and then fastening his hot mouth over my nipple. I rose off the bed as my body bowed with the shock of ecstasy from the pull of his lips. “Max!” I cried.
He looked up at me then, “I want that. I want to hear you say my name. Every time I make you feel good, say it,” he commanded. I nodded vigorously.
“I’ll lose my voice saying it so much,” I said with a wobbly laugh as he moved between my legs. Swiftly he stripped off my panties.
Max nipped and kissed my sensitive lower lips, tugging just a little, teasing lightly with his tongue. I should’ve known he’d know what he was doing, I thought with a grateful sigh. He didn’t slobber all over me or ram his tongue in like that should send me spiraling into bliss like my ex had done. Let’s face it, any other guy was a distant memory at this point, a mistake. I stroked his hair encouragingly as he pressed soft kisses to the crease of my hip. His big hands splayed over my thighs, his thumbs tracing a light circle that seemed to make me shake all by itself. By the time he positioned his lips over my clit, brushing them lightly over that needy knot, I was trembling all over, ready to beg, biting my lips to keep from screaming already. He kissed my clit, stroked it with the tip of his tongue, lapped the underside where I was so terribly, terrifically sensitive. My toes curled up, and my breath left me in a gust. I made sounds, vowel sounds mostly, nothing like words because I was beyond speech. The blasts of blue light behind my eyes seemed to sync up with the bolts of pleasure shooting up my spine, tightening my stomach to the point of almost cramping with the strain. He drew it out, the buildup that finally broke, ecstasy crashing over me. My head went back, my back arched, and my legs went stiff straight out from me as I rolled my hips, Max kissing my trembling pussy with an open mouth, making out with my sex in the lewdest, most delicious way. I was never going to recover from this. That was certain.
Wrung out and shivering, I rolled onto my side, grappling for a blanket to cover myself with. I had come so hard I was chilled. He surged up the bed, wrapped me in his arms, pulling me back flush against his chest. “I’ll make you warm, don’t worry,” he said, kissing my bare shoulder. Max kissed my temple and my cheek, his fingers laced through mine. It was almost unbearably sweet and romantic. I felt myself smiling. I felt languid and loose, wrung out after two climaxes. At the same time, I wanted him. I wanted to have Max fully, wanted to bring him the kind of pleasure he’d given me not once but twice already.
“Rachel,” his voice was low and heated, not like I’d ever heard it before, and he was saying my name in a way that made me tingle.
“Max,” I said, my voice a whisper, “come to me. I need you, too.”