“No more talking, Max.”
Music to my fucking ears.
37
Dani
I hardly got his coat off before his lips slid down my neck. I felt his teeth raking against my pulse point as my nipples puckered for him. I gripped his shirt and ripped it over his head. As his body kissed down my clothed torso, I felt his hands fiddling with my jeans, undoing the button and sliding down the zipper. Then he fell to his knees on the floor.
I lifted my head and gazed at the man kneeling before me. A powerful man. A strong man. Chiseled with muscles and carved with tattoos. He slid my feet out of my boots and gripped my jeans, pulling them off my body. I giggled as I fisted the sheets, making sure I didn’t go flying off the bed with them.
When his eyes found mine once more, my heart stopped in my chest.
“Lie back,” he commanded.
I eased myself back down against the mattress, doing exactly as he asked. He picked my foot up, pressing kisses to each of my toes as I jumped and moaned involuntarily. Just the smallest touch of his lips drove me wild. Nothing like his tongue, though. I felt it darting against my skin, his lips nipping at my ankle and calf, all the way up the inside of my leg as my lower lips wet themselves for his viewing pleasure.
“Max,” I moaned.
He slid my legs over his shoulders. “When I’m done, you won’t have a voice to say my name with.”
His tongue fell against my slit and my back arched. My jaw unhinged and my eyes widened as his tongue parted my folds. I gasped with shock. The electricity that overwhelmed my body swirled my head. My body took over, bucking against him wildly. As if it already knew what to do.
As if it had done this kind of thing before.
“Yes. Yes. Max. Oh, my gosh. Max, what are you--?”
He growled as his lips puckered. The suction from them sent my toes curling. My bare heels dug into his muscles, feeling them undulate and roll, working just for me. My breath came in short spurts. My hands flew to his hair. Tugging at him. Gripping him. Giving me leverage to roll hard against his face.
“Come for me, Dani,” he growled.
“Oh, shit,” I whimpered.
The coil within me popped, and my body shivered. My legs jumped and my toes flexed as I gasped for air. His tongue dove further between my legs, and when I felt something dancing at my entrance, my body collapsed back to the bed, groaning as his finger pierced me for the first time.
“Oh, Max,” I moaned.
“So tight. We’ll fix that in a minute.”
I felt another finger at my entrance as the coil began to wind tight once more. His tongue dug into me, lapping deeply as my body scooted closer to the edge of the bed. Closer to him. And as his fingers filled me--spread me--I rocked against his stubble.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, Max. Just like that. Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh, fuck. Please. Please, Max!”
“I love your sounds,” he grunted.
“Max!”
I wailed out his name as my back arched off the bed. My eyes rolled back, screwing shut as stars burst behind them. His fingers stretched me. His tongue cleaned me up. And as my entire body locked out, I felt my world spiraling. Falling.
Drowning itself in Max’s darkened abyss.
His tongue slowed down and I heaved to catch my breath. Over and over, beads of sweat trickled down the nape of my neck. His fingers moved, and I felt empty. And I didn’t want to ever feel empty again.
“Max,” I whispered.
“I’m right here, beautiful.”
I managed to sit myself up on my elbows and watch while he undressed. His chest, gleaming with colors and tattoos I had never seen, made me lick my lips. I wanted to trace them with my tongue. I didn’t even know why. That’s just what my tongue wanted to do. My jaw fell open as he stripped himself of his boots. His pants. His boxers. His… everything.