He reached up with one hand, cupping her face and sinking his fingers into her hair, while he worked on her clit with his other hand.
“I’m so close. Oh, Max. Yes. Don’t stop,” she whispered. Her pupils were fully dilated, her need clear.
He pulled her face down, pouring everything into his kiss, her tongue chaotic with his. It was messy and perfect and he couldn’t get enough of her.
She pulled back from the kiss, sitting up. Her hands gripped his chest as she moved up and down his cock.
“Oh god, yes,” she said, her voice starting to rise.
He put a finger to her lips and her eyes widened in an oh shit moment before he thrust up into her again.
She bit her lip, holding back the cries he wanted to hear more than anything, but he’d never forgive himself if she regretted a moment of this because she’d woken someone up.
Her inner muscles clenched around his cock as she ground down, and he knew she was close.
Hell. He was barely hanging on.
He reached between them again and pressed tight circles on her clit.
And then she froze over him for a split second before she exploded. She put her hand over her mouth as she came, and he gripped her hip with one hand, anchoring her in place. Her orgasm shuddered through her and he was so close to the edge.
“Almost there,” he gritted out as he thrust up into her body.
Within seconds, he followed her over the edge in an orgasm that he would never forget.
Why the hell didn’t we do this sooner?
He reached up and took her face in his hands, his fingers in her hair, and he pulled her down into a bruising kiss. She’d consumed him, and he would never get enough of her.
“You are incredible,” he whispered when they finally came up for air.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” she said with a weak smile, her breathing still as choppy as his.
He chuckled and held her tight for a few more minutes.
After they both cleaned up, he pulled her back into bed, her back to his front, like perfect spoons.
“Max, I really should go back to my room,” she whispered, turning her head to look at him. She looked tired and happy.
“Not yet.” He pressed his lips to hers in a quick kiss.
“What if someone finds me in here? We can’t.” She paused. “We can’t tell anyone about this.”
“I know. At least not yet. Just snuggle with me a little bit,” he said, not caring how needy he sounded.
“Okay,” she said, wiggling and getting more comfortable against him.
He didn’t miss that she’d hadn’t batted an eye at his “not yet” comment. He should have been wary of what they were doing, but at that moment, he didn’t care about anything aside from the amazing woman in his arms.
And so he drifted off to sleep without a single concern.
How was he so amazing with his lips and tongue and hands? Oh god, his tongue. That thing should be illegal. As should the explicit nature of her dream. He was torturing her in the most delicious way. She squirmed under his touch.
“Yes. Oh, Max. Yes,” she whispered as she ran her hands through his hair. His beard scratched against her fevered skin, but she didn’t care. She’d have red marks for sure, but it didn’t matter.
“Oh yes,” she said.
“Yes, what?” he asked.