Page 53 of Tickled Pink

Max silences me with a hard kiss. Again, my ankles sway, but his strong arms easily hold me upright.

I fall, unable to resist his embrace. All thoughts turn to dust in my mind, and my heart drives me to an even deeper kiss. I cling to Max as if my life depended on it, and my body responds with heat and longing.

Moving together, we take slow steps toward their stairs. Our lips barely part as we climb, each new stair a battleground as we pick apart each other’s clothing. His tie, on the floor. My sweater, gone. His belt, detached. I stumble in disarray, but Max’s touch never leaves my body as he lays me down on the stairs.

Wood digs into my back, but I don’t care. I pull him closer and spread my knees, yearning to feel him inside of me. His bulge presses hard in his briefs. I touch him, I stroke him, and he pauses, breathing hard as desire mounts.

“Phoebe,” he whispers as he pushes the crotch of my panties aside, exposing me. “I need you. Now.”

I push his pants down past his ass, freeing his hard cock. “Yes,” is all I can gasp.

Max enters me to the hilt, my pussy already slick with desire. He stays deep inside of me, and we make eye contact as my muscles uncontrollably throb around him. Lust dances in his green irises, blending with the love he’s always had for me.

Without a word, he kisses me. Without a thought, I brace myself against the stairs, ready to be taken.

Max fucks me. Slowly at first, every thick inch rutting in and out. A painful tease. I dig my nails into the stair, the banister. I bite my lip to smother an aching whimper. I lock my ankles around his back to hold him, to claim him, to give him consent to fill me in every way.

His thrusts come faster. His hands hold me tighter. I crumble beneath him, my thighs twitching and toes curling. He kisses my lips, my neck, my breasts; marking my skin with his tongue. Deep groans emerge from his throat, my name a subtle whisper on his breath.

“Fuck, you feel too good, Phoebe,” he says, his voice strained in passion.

“Don’t stop,” I urge. “Come inside of me. I want you to.”

I want to be his.

Always.

Max fucks me harder. Faster. My moans echo throughout the foyer, easily traveling to the third floor, but we’re all alone. Even so, I crane my neck. I open my mouth, absently expecting Thad to fill it. The fantasy curls around me like a whirlwind, bending and twisting me until the tension breaks.

We come together. Our bodies tremble, our skin on fire as I feel his cock spending in me over and over again. Wave after sweet wave washes over me and I slip even harder against the stair. Max holds me tighter, his fingers digging hard into my skin, as he pumps once, twice.

Then it’s over. He rests his head on my cleavage, leaving light, tender bites on my twisted nipples. I hum and moan with each breath, feeling his sweet cum dripping out of me. Max shifts downward, taking his time to kiss every inch of me as he descends. His tongue, soft and wet, licks me, tastes me. He forces my knees to stay apart and yanks my panties to the side again so hard I hear them tear.

When his tongue reaches my throbbing clit, I roll my head back. I run my fingers through his hair, purring like a kitten which each smooth lap of his tongue. He licks me up and down, burying his face in my pussy, and all I can do is lie back and take it. Max wants another orgasm out of me, and he’ll take it.

And it won’t take long.

I come with a shudder; a blissful torrent of unending passion. It’s almost too much, but not nearly enough. I mewl as my body turns to jelly. I yearn to rest but cling for more as Max travels back up the same path of kisses as before. He kisses me, his tongue tasting of his cum and mine, and I can’t help but notice his hard erection once again digging into my hip.

“Bedroom,” he says. “Now.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

Chapter Seventeen

Phoebe

“Why haven’t we ever thought of this before?” I stick a piece of sushi in my mouth with my chopsticks. “Sushi in bed!”

Max laughs as he does the same. “I don’t know, but it’s brilliant.”

“Brilliant, yes.” I glance around the bed, now crowded with open food cartons and tiny plastic cups of soy sauce and wasabi. “I’m naked. You’re naked. Just add sushi. Pure brilliance.” I tilt my head. “Could get messy, though…”

“Yeah, I can see how this could become a problem,” he says as he slowly brings his to-go bowl of miso soup to his mouth.

I playfully bounce my body on the mattress, but he manages a sip without dripping a drop.

“Oh!” I say, impressed. “Not bad, Monahan.”

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