Max drops down between my legs and the second his lips come down on me, my eyes roll to the back of my head. He’s like a fucking magician with that tongue. Hell, something so good couldn’t even be real. Maybe he’s not a magician at all, maybe he’s the devil.
I prop myself up on my elbows, desperate to watch the show and I’m not disappointed. Feeling it is one thing, but actually seeing my man take charge and worshipping my body is a whole other level of satisfaction.
My orgasm sneaks up on me hard and fast and my legs practically wrap around his head as I feel his grin against my body. “Fuck, Max,” I groan, throwing my head back to the pillow.
Max rises back up to his knees and I look up at him in wonder. How have I gone so long without that? Last summer and last week were nothing like that…I mean, fuck!
I grab hold of him and pull him down on top of me, not nearly close to letting this moment pass. He kisses me deeply and I taste myself on his lips as I push his jeans down his hips. His dick springs free and lands heavily against my stomach and we barely have a second to think before he slides his arms around my waist and rolls us until I’m straddling his hips.
I grin down at him, more than ready to play as the desperation pulses between us. Maxen scrambles for my bedside table and finds a condom, though how he knew they were there is a question I’m not sure I want answered.
I take the condom from him and tear it open with my teeth, loving the way his eyes track my movements. I slide the condom down his length and hardly have a chance to play around before he’s taking my hips and lifting me. He lowers me down on top of him until he’s all the way in and right in this moment, I could die a happy woman. That is until I start moving.
I ride him, taking full control and getting exactly what I need until I’m seeing stars, and when I think I can’t possibly go any longer, Max rolls us and starts all over again, pounding into me as he worships my body.
I come three times before Maxen even considers finishing, but when he does, he does it in a big way.
He collapses down in the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms and pressing a kiss to my lips. “I fucking love you, babe,” he tells me, looking fucking ecstatic to finally be able to speak the words.
I grin back at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than what I am right now,” I tell him, right from the bottom of my heart. “I don’t know what it is about you, Max, but you’ve got me, heart and soul.”
“You don’t know how fucking happy that makes me, Brooke. All I want is for you to be happy and if that means walking away from me, then I’ll let you go, but not after the fucking fight of a lifetime. I hope it never comes down to that because I’ve got dreams of growing old with you.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh,” he smiles, pulling me impossibly closer. “Four kids, a few dogs, a garage filled with cars, and a big fucking rock on your finger.”
I raise a brow as butterflies begin swirling around my stomach. “Four kids?” I question, suddenly terrified for the welfare of my vagina.
“Four or five,” he agrees.
Well, shit.
I’ve never considered having kids with Maxen, let alone five of them. Maybe he’ll be happy to negotiate on that one. I think I’m a two baby maximum kind of girl. Either way, the thought of having kids with this man beside me opens up a whole world of desire that I never realized I wanted, and honestly, I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
I press my lips against his before looking into those eyes that have held me captured since I first saw him in freshman year. “You’re on, Max,” I tell him, loving the feel of his smile beneath my lips. “We’re going to have it all, but were you serious that you’d do anything to make me happy?”
Maxen nods cautiously, knowing me far too well. “Why do I feel like I’m about to regret what I said?” I shrug my shoulders as a wicked grin spreads across my face. “What is it, babe?”
I feel my eyes brimming with excitement, knowing exactly how he’s going to react to this. “Have you ever heard of an apadravya piercing?”
His face instantly drops as the color drains from his cheeks. “Are you serious?” he questions in horror, glancing down at his junk.
I nod, biting down on my lip while sending up a silent prayer that I’m not pushing the limit way too far, but what can I say? A girl has to go after what she wants, right? “Well, I mean…yeah,” I tell him. “I’m kind of curious.”