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I gently open her legs and look at her pussy spread wide open waiting for me, but I can see she is red and somewhat swollen, and I vow to give her gentle oral sex and nothing else. I don’t want her to be in any pain whatsoever. I lean forward and plant a gentle kiss on Max’s tender clit. She sighs, a soft sound that makes me glance up at her because I can’t read its meaning. Her eyes are closed, and she’s got a faraway smile on her face, and I take it that means that the sigh was a good one. I move my attention back to her clit. I kiss it again and then gently and slowly, I begin to lick her.

I’m careful not to apply too much pressure and although I desperately want to suck her clit into my mouth and make her come hard, I resist the urge. Just like I know I will resist the urge to bring her to the edge and then fuck her brains out. This isn’t about me and what I want to do. It’s about Max and showing her that I can be gentle with her when she needs me to be, as well as give her mind blowing orgasms.

I keep licking her, tasting her arousal. She tastes of salt and musk and very faintly of my shower gel. When I know she is close to coming, I know the gentle licks won’t be enough to push her over the edge. I still don’t want to be too rough on her clit and so I slowly lick my way back through her slit to her pussy.

I lap my tongue around the edges, licking up her juices and swallowing them down with an “umm” sound. I gently push my tongue inside of Max’s pussy and she moans loudly. I move my tongue in and out of her, licking at her walls as I fuck her with my tongue. She writhes against me, pushing herself tighter to my face and she hooks one leg over my shoulder, holding me in place.

It's a struggle to breath, but Max is worth it, and I don’t make any move to back away from her. Instead, I keep tongue fucking her until she grasps my head in her hands and moans my name and I get a coating of her juices on the lower half of my face.

Max’s body tenses, her pussy tightening on my tongue, and she moans again and then her muscles relax and her pussy’s grip on my tongue loosens, and I pull it out of her. She takes her leg down from my shoulder and I move my face away from her pussy, but she still holds my head in both of her hands, and she hugs me to her stomach for a moment before she releases me, and I stand up. I smile down at her.

“Better?” I ask.

“Much better,” she confirms.

She smiles at me and then she pulls her dress down, pulls her chair back to the table, and goes back to eating her breakfast like nothing has happened. She will never fail to amaze me, this girl.

Chapter 19

Max

After we finish eating, we head out to my car, and I drive us over to Max’s apartment building so she can get sorted to go to the spa.

“My building’s parking lot is your next right,” Max says.

I put my blinker on and make the turn and park my car. We get out and walk around to the front of the building. Max pulls the door open and steps inside and I follow her.

“Shouldn’t that door be locked?” I ask her.

“Oh, don’t go there,” she says, rolling her eyes. “It should be, but the lock hasn’t worked since I moved in and none of the landlords are willing to take responsibility for it. I’m just glad I don’t live on the ground floor.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine anyone on the ground floor feeling too safe,” I agree. “Do you want me to get onto your landlord and get this sorted out for you?”

Max shakes her head.

“No, honestly, it’s fine. This estate is pretty quiet and it’s not like it’s obvious the lock doesn’t work,” she says.

She has a point there that only residents and their visitors would know that the lock doesn’t work, so I let it go although I still don’t really like the idea of her being vulnerable like this. I follow her up the stairs and to her apartment, where the lock at least works. She opens the door and I follow her in, closing it behind me.

Her door opens onto a fair-sized open plan living room, dining room and kitchen. Max nods towards a comfortable looking couch.

“Make yourself at home while I go and get changed,” she says.

I go and take a seat on the couch and while I wait, I decide to call ahead to the spa and book us a massage each and then a private sauna room for after wards. I finish my call and sit and wait. I look around and spot a bookcase beside a window. I make my way over to it so that I can look closer. On the top shelf, a plant sits, and I’m impressed to see it is very much alive. Dotted across the shelves are various ornaments and knickknacks and of course, books. I scan the titles, smiling when I see a few I have also read and enjoyed.

I go and sit back down after a few moments of looking at the books and before long, Max reappears. She has changed into a pair of white shorts and a black halter neck top. She is wearing white sneakers, and she has put on a minimal bit of makeup and braided her hair back. She’s switched her clutch bag from last night for an over the body black purse that seems like it would hold everything she might need for the week let alone the day. She smiles at me.

“Are you ready to go?” she asks.

I nod and get up and we head back down to the parking lot. As we make our way down the stairs, I confess that I had a closer look at her books.

“That’s ok,” she says. “When you showered at your place, I read your journal.”

“Do I look like someone who keeps a journal?” I say with a smirk.

Max shrugs one shoulder.

“I don’t know. What does someone who writes a journal look like?” she teases me.

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