Maxim (Carolina Reapers 10)

“Wait,” I said, breathless, as I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. “I thought you said you were starving.”

A wolfish grin shaped his lips as he walked us to the couch, gently laying me on my back and settling himself on his knees before me.

“I’m famished,” he said, his fingers trailing down the center of my chest, my stomach, and to the hem of the Reapers sweatpants I wore.

“Then what are you—”

Maxim tugged my pants off in one fell swoop, taking my panties with them, baring me to him in a smooth motion that stole my breath. He gently massaged his hands down my thighs, spreading my legs slightly as he leaned over me.

My heart raced in my chest as I watched him, my entire world narrowing to where his face was poised between my thighs, a smirk on his lips as he gazed up at me. “Can I have what I’m craving?” he asked, and I couldn’t form a coherent response so I merely nodded—

Maxim flicked out his tongue, right through the heat of me, and I bowed off the couch from the sensation. He grinned up at me, sliding one hand over my thigh again, winding it over my waist until he’d secured it over my hips.

And then he licked me again.

“Maxim,” I breathed his name, arching my head back as a million bursts of heat peppered my skin.

“Mmm,” he hummed against my heat. “I missed this. You taste like a dream,” he said, the vibrations from his words buzzing against my flesh.

He teased my clit with his tongue, sparking the bundle of nerves to life as he swirled and sucked and spun around it. Slowly, he worked his way lower, sliding his tongue inside me, fucking me like he would with his cock, plunging in deep and pulling out only to do it over again.

I moaned, my breathing as wild as my heart as he devoured me. Consumed me. Worked me into a coiled spring of heat and need until everything inside me tightened.

Maxim returned to my clit, flicking his tongue there while he shifted his free hand between my thighs, sinking two fingers inside me and pumping me while he teased me with his tongue.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think.

I was completely at this man’s mercy and there was literally nowhere else I’d rather be.

“Maxim!” I cried out his name when my orgasm ripped through me, making my body bow off the couch again and my thighs tremble.

He secured my hips with that arm banded over them, and I managed to look down at him through hazy eyes. He met my gaze, his eyes churning and molten and challenging. And without looking away, he leaned down and licked me again, moaning at my flavor on his tongue. I trembled again, my oversensitive flesh tingling at his continued, delightful torture.

“Maxim,” I breathed. “God, it’s so, you’re so…” I gasped when he licked me from center to clit, working me up again so fast I could barely catch my breath. Everything felt too much and not enough at the same time, and that force built inside me twice as fast as it had moments ago.

He thrust his tongue inside me before flattening it over my clit and—

I shattered, splintered into a million pieces, his name a cry on my lips and the air scattering away from my lungs only to come back in a rush that made my head spin.

Maxim leaned up, licking his lips as he grinned down at me. “That’s two,” he said, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head before ridding himself of his jeans too.

God, he was gorgeous. All muscle and ink and raw, unhinged passion rolled into one.

“What do you mean?” I finally asked after I’d watched him roll on a condom. He leaned over me, bracing himself on one bicep, his mouth hovering an inch over mine.

“I’m going to give you an orgasm for every day I was gone,” he said, his warmth washing over me as he settled between my thighs.

I arched my hips upward, his already hard cock sliding achingly through my slick flesh. I trembled again.

“That would be seven, Maxim,” I said with disbelief.

He leaned down, slanting his mouth over mine as he kissed me. The combined taste of me and him had a whimper escaping my throat. “Don’t think I can do it?” he asked, playfully nipping at my bottom lip.

“Of course, not,” I said. “I don’t think I can.”

Maxim grinned down at me, shifting his hips and lining up his cock with my already aching flesh as he slid in just an inch. “You always underestimate yourself,” he said, sliding in another inch.

And another, until he was seated to the hilt and I was arching up, wanting to take more and more of him.