Page 108 of Defensive Zone

“Fuck,” he groaned in between kisses. “Damn, you are incredible. You feel incredible.”

“Same,” was all she could muster as his grip in her hair tightened and he slanted his head to deepen the kiss.

It was truly unfair that he was capable of thoughts and sentences right now. She must not be doing her job.

So she rocked her center against his cock for good measure. His fingers tightened again and a surge of pride and desire rocketed through her.

When he finally broke the kiss, she struggled for air.

“You are everything,” he said, his voice raspy with a need that matched hers. “And I have a seat right up here for you,” he said, patting his mouth.

She burst out laughing. “Shit,” she said, covering her mouth. “Was that too loud?”

“Maybe a bit,” he said. Then he tugged her up his body until she was straddling his face. His beard scraped deliciously against her thighs and she shook above him.

“Try to keep it down. Don’t want to wake everyone up while I’m eating.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh my god, you are crazy,” she said, looking down at him.

“I’m the right kind of crazy,” he said, and then he pulled her down on his mouth and her brain vanished.

She pressed one hand to the wall above the bed to brace herself as his tongue darted out and teased her clit. Her body clenched in anticipation of what was about to happen.

His fingers dug into her hips and she was sure there would be welcome bruises in the morning.

“Oh my god, Max.” She gasped as he spread her wide over his mouth. His tongue traced tight circles over her clit, or maybe he was trying to spell something. She had no clue, but the sensations were overwhelming.

The scrape of his beard on her tender thighs, the strength of his fingers on her hips, the surety of his tongue on her clit, and she was melting. She’d thought the last time his mouth was between her thighs had been intense, but tonight was different. Consuming.

“Oh yes,” she moaned when his tongue darted into her heat, alternating between plunging into her body and teasing and sucking on her clit.

She lifted her head from its thrown back position to watch. His eyes sparkled as they met hers, and then he closed them, humming against her body like she was something to savor.

She locked one hand in his hair, the strands sifting through her fingers, and she was glad he’d pulled the bun out before climbing into bed. She loved plunging her fingers into his long hair.

She held on tight, rocking her hips against his face when he pressed on her clit with his tongue. She was so close that she was unsure how much longer she could last without exploding.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he growled against her.

The vibrations rattled through her body, and a bolt of heat and desire rocked her as she shifted over his face.

“I’m so close.” She moaned, pressing her head against the bracing arm she still had on the wall. Her body quivered as his fingers tightened on her hips again, his tongue lapping up everything she gave him.

“Come for me, Gabi. Fall apart,” he said.

His tongue continued to torment her and her body was wound as tight as she could ever remember.

“Max. Oh yes,” she whispered. Then she muffled her scream with her arm as she shattered around him. Her hips moved of their own volition as she tumbled over the edge, her orgasm barreling through her.

He shifted them, rolling her to her back on the bed since she was incapable of moving. He’d turned her bones to liquid.

He wiped his hand over his beard and licked his lips salaciously.

“I think I blacked out,” she rasped, reaching for him half-heartedly.

He chuckled. “Catch your breath, baby,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

The combination of sweet and dirty did her in. “How are you so amazing?” she asked as she lifted her hands to his shoulders.

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