Page 10 of Awakening Anna

Max’s body hummed beneath her, and she knew he felt the way she had in the kitchen—like a fine instrument being played.

And play she did.

Anna was determined to make his body sing. She took him to the hilt as Max thrust forward, driving hard against her mouth. The taste changed, and Anna was only vaguely aware that Max was trying to tell her something.

“Anna,” he breathed. “I can’t. . .”

Digging her fingers into his thighs, Anna sucked harder, and with a guttural cry, he exploded in her mouth. Instinct told her to pull back, but the feel of him soaring beneath her, knowing she was the one driving him over the edge, made Anna hold on and take him in. Reflexively, she swallowed and found a sweeter taste than expected.

Max’s body shuddered seconds before he collapsed beside her, and Anna concluded that she wasn’t so bad at oral sex after all.

Take that, douche canoes.

Max eventually raised himself on one elbow. “You succeeded,” he said, his breath not quite even.

Anna smiled like a contented cat. “I did, didn’t I?”

Max kissed her forehead then the tip of her nose before taking her mouth in a long, wet kiss, not seeming to mind the taste of himself on her lips. When the kiss ended, Anna was sprawled atop him.

“You did. But now we have a problem to resolve.”

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