Page 17 of Ten Hammers

I want him. Now.

But before I can get his boxers down, he has me on my back, and he’s kissing me senseless, one thumb tracing circles across the silky fabric of my tank top, sending electrical bursts from my nipples throughout my body. The other thumb traces a long, slow line between my legs.

With a surprised moan, I arch into him. He sits up, hooks his fingers in my waistband, and looks into my eyes.

“Is this okay, Win?”

“More than okay,” I whisper.

“Good.”

I don’t have a chance to be embarrassed that I’m going to be naked – with Max Hammer! – before he peels off my pajama shorts followed by my panties, and replaces them with his gorgeous mouth.

In the last few months, I’ve had more than my fair share of Max’s kisses. Sneaky teaser kisses quickly dropped on my shoulder when no one was looking. Soft, sensual kisses drawn along the line of my throat. Deep, passionate kisses against my lips, full of primal rhythm and plenty of wicked tongue.

But this kiss is by far my favorite. I’m about to tell him so when a long finger drags through my slick folds and I can’t speak a single word, I only moan as he slides his finger inside me.

“Fuck, Winnie,” he says in a rough voice. “You’re so tight.” He flutters his tongue over me, swirling it along every single nerve ending as his finger moves in and out, stretching me, making me writhe. “You’re so fucking wet.” He laps me up, and moans as though I’m a delicious treat and he’s eager for more.

I want to stop Max from going any further so I can strip his boxers off and hold him in my hands. I want to touch him. Stroke him. Taste him.

I want–

His hot tongue licks into me, the pleasure so shocking my toes curl. As I gasp, he slides his hands under my ass and grabs me, pulls me closer, licks deeper.

Stroke after stroke after stroke. I can’t stop my hips from beginning to rock, joining the thrusts of his tongue.

I slide my fingers through his hair, greedy for the sensations he’s giving me. Wanting more. The building pressure winds tighter and I’m not going to last. I’m not ready for these feelings to stop, everything feels too good.

“Max,” I cry, and he growls in response.

He plunges his finger into me, pumps until I moan and then he gives me another finger to ride. And I do. Hard. When his mouth returns to my clit, I have to cover my sounds with my hands. I buck off the bed but he only sucks harder.

Too soon, I break apart at the seams. Fireworks burst in my veins, molten coils rushing through me. My entire body shudders and shakes, but he continues lapping at me, drinking me in until the last shockwaves of my orgasm leave my body.

I’ve never been able to make myself orgasm this intensely. Not a single dildo in my collection ever came close to eliciting the full-body, mind-blowing sensations that Max’s tongue drew out of me.

“That was delicious,” he says, stretching out alongside me. I can’t move, fully boneless, can’t even open my eyes. He pulls the covers up around us and kisses me gently. I taste myself on his lips, and finally manage to crack an eye to look at him.

I feel like I’m floating, then I crash back down to earth from the highest of highs.

What if I wasn’t delicious? What if he changed his mind and doesn’t want to go any further now?

“Max,” I whisper.

“Hmm?”

“That was pretty much one of the best things that ever happened to me, but… I want you inside me. I thought… I thought you wanted that too?”

I can feel his eyes on me in the dark.

“I want it now more than ever,” he says and for a moment, the entire world stops spinning. The naked sincerity in his voice brings tears to my eyes. He strokes my hair. “But not everything has to happen tonight. It might be cliche, but I want your first time to be special. Romantic.”

Yeah, he knows I’m a virgin. I don’t know if they all do, but I’ve told Max. But swoooooooooon.

“Also I really kind of need to clear the air with Mace before you and I take the next step.”

I swallow. Okay. I can accept that.

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