“Do you like my hands on you?”
“Yes.” Her breathy reply sings to my soul.
“What about my mouth?” I bend over her, moving to the corner of her ear, blowing softly and nipping as I go.
“Yes.” Her body arches into my hand, filling it with the creamy smoothness of her breast.
That’s all the invitation I need. Kissing from her earlobe, down the angle of her jaw, I continue the tortuous path down her neck, sweeping across her collarbone, with the intention of slowly, very slowly, moving down to her breast.
Eve’s breaths alternate from low and deep to panting and fast as my lips take the meandering journey to her breasts.
This is fucking awesome for me because I’m learning what my girl likes, what she loves, and what she craves. I store all that information for later use.
When I have all the time in the world to drown her in pleasure.
I suck her neck, tasting her sweet essence, and imprinting it on my soul. My kisses deepen, turning fevered as I continue down.
Her breathing turns erratic, urgent, and fucking hot as hell. She tries to struggle, to take over, but in this, I am in charge. She will yield to my desires as I fulfill all of hers.
“Damn it, Max…”
“What?” I lift my head until her green gaze flickers at me, aroused, agitated, and totally turned on.
“You damn well know what?”
I do, which is what makes this so much fun.
But I don’t deny her what she desires, only because I desire it as much as she. My body jostles hers as I shift down the bed until my head is even with the creamy expanse of her breast.
I could take my time and work my way in slowly, spiraling up toward the puckered nub of her breast. But why deny myself what I want?
I lave her tight nipple, flicking it softly with my tongue as her back arches beneath me. Her fingers stab into my hair, pulling and twisting at the roots, as I drive her insane, tormenting her breasts.
My tongue licks with sensual strokes, light then hard, a little nip of my teeth as she writhes beneath me. Damn, but she’s hot as sin.
She’s passionate, feminine, soft, and hard. Eve’s my perfect counterpart. I plunder and claim moving from one breast to the other, unwilling to let one go without the worship she deserves.
Every touch, every kiss, and every nip is meant to entice and delight. I move from her breasts to the smooth expanse of her belly.
As her body heats, so does mine.
An answering fire simmers in my blood, banked for now, but not for long. We may not be able to have sex the way I want—at least not yet—but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to destroy her for any other man and make her mine.
Eve’s body shakes as my kisses skate across her belly. I use my body to spread her legs and make my way down to her core.
God, her essence floats on the air, an intoxicating scent that rocks my world. My hands move up. Each grasping a breast as my head lowers to kiss her core.
Her gasp as my lips lock against her clit is exactly what I need. Pleasure sparks in her body as her breaths catch and her hips grind on the mattress.
I can’t handle it any longer, needing to taste her fully. My hands move from her breasts to grip her hips, then I lift her as I bury my face between her legs.
She cries out as I lick along her slit and nip her clit. When my tongue darts out to taste her essence, a strangled scream escapes her lips. I grip her tightly and begin a rhythm I know will drive her over the edge.
As my invasion continues, her legs tremble. Her body shakes. Eve comes apart in my hands.
Chest heaving, I bring her to an earth-shattering release.
Gently, I move back up her body.
I cup the back of her head as her glazed expression tries to focus on my face. I drink in her features, wanting to imprint this moment on my soul. Her sea-green gaze focuses, then her shy side returns.
“Uh-uh.” I capture her gaze in mine. “You don’t get to slip away like that.” I lean down and meld my lips to hers, letting her know I’ll always be there for her.
When we part, I slide a thumb along her jaw as I take her in. My exploration is unhurried. After all, I’ve got the rest of my life to stare at the woman I love.
Leaning closer, I kiss her again. Soft. Gentle. Full of love.
“You’re fucking amazing. You know that, don’t you?”
Her lids flutter and her cheeks heat.
“I’ve never…” She takes in a deep breath and covers her face with her hands. “That was—amazing.” Her gaze returns to mine, and her hand moves to my shoulder. “Incredible.”
“I like that. Keep it coming.”
“Oh really?” Her feisty side returns as the last lingering vestiges of her release fades. “What are the chances a town like this has a place that sells condoms, because if that’s what you can do with your mouth…”
I chuckle as her words trail off and roll to my side. “Bubbles, you are definitely stroking my ego here. Don’t ever stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping, and as for stroking…” She reaches down, between us, and takes my cock in hand. “I’ve got something in mind.”
My entire body jerks. My hips practically levitate off the bed. Eve rises, sitting beside me. Her long, brunette hair tumbles over her shoulders and cascades down across her tits. She’s a fucking goddess with the power to bring me to my knees.
Thirty-Eight
Eve
Max’s entire body tenses the moment my fingers wrap around his hard shaft. Velvet over steel, he’s hard, long, and much larger than I thought.
His masculine scent fills the room. The heat of his body sinks into me. Strong hands glide along my shoulders and travel down my back. I’ve never felt this blissfully content.
This safe.
I feel him everywhere. Beside me. Beneath me. Over me. His fingers flutter through my hair, running through the tangles, straightening them out, as I hold him in my hand and lower my head down to kiss the tip of his cock.
I can’t look away from the banked heat of his eyes as I slowly take him in. Max groans as I lick along the length of him. His hips jerk as I take him deep and swallow him whole. I lick and suck, jerk and squeeze until his balls draw up and his legs shake.
Max comes violently, shooting his essence down my throat as I lap and suck through his release. When his legs stop shaking, and I’m sure his orgasm has run through him, I slowly pull off.
Max smiles at me, then draws me up his body until we’re once again lying side by side.
“That was exactly what I needed. Goddam, but you give great head.”
I know what he means. Like him, I feel blissfully satisfied.
This thing between us feels right.
All I do is feel how perfect this moment is.
I feel the aching burn between my legs, which still lingers after he drove me up and over the edge. He cups the back of my head, fingers stroking through my hair as I lay my cheek against his chest. The beating of his heart soothes me.
Slow. Steady. Calm.
Strong.
His confidence is sexy. His ability to push through and past his pain shows a strength I can only hope to one day emulate.
“Do we have to get up?” I swirl my fingers over his chest, drawing lazy circles as I curl against his hard frame.