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“You’re just saying that,” Jeannie says, her face blushing deeper at the compliment – it seems that she likes to be praised.

“I promise I’m not.” Hooking my hand around her bicep and pulling her into another kiss. Sliding my hands down to her hips, I guide her to straddle me, loving the warm heat between her legs. She’s still at first, but as our kiss deepens her hips start to move. Hesitantly to begin with, but then rougher and more seeking. I groan and grip her, stilling her movements.

“If you keep that up, you’re going to take things further than you want to.” It’s a warning, but a spark of challenge lights in her eyes.

“Yes,” she says quickly. “I want to. Go further I mean.”

My eyes stay on her for a long moment, but she doesn’t backdown and she doesn’t backtrack. She means it and I feel a thrill run through me.

“Well then.” my voice drops low as I lean into whisper in her ear, “take off your clothes.”

Chapter Five

Jeannie

Despite the fact that Maxwell told me to undress, his hands are on the hem of my shirt less than a minute later. I let him pull it over my head, flushing at how exposed I feel. It’s not a bad feeling by any means. In fact, there’s a rush between my legs at the knowledge that his eyes are seeing parts of me that I rarely bare.

After a moment of admiration, he reaches for my jeans. He opens the front of them and slides them off my legs, laying me down as he does. Then, left in just my underwear, I draw in a shaking, steadying breath.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells me, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of my mouth.

He straightens himself back out, ridding himself of his clothing quickly. I don’t get much time to admire the lean muscle on his body, his hard cock jutting out from between his legs, before he’s motioning for me to sit up so he can unclasp my bra. His hands are deft behind my back, and in just a few seconds, my breasts are exposed.

With a gently, yet sure touch, he reaches down and fondles me. His fingers close around the already pert nub of mynipple. On instinct, I arch up into his touch. Even though he’s stimulating my chest, I feel it down in my core. There’s wetness collecting between my legs, and this only seems to make it more intense.

“Let’s get you out of these,” he says, trailing his hand down my stomach and stopping at the top of my panties. “I want to see all of you.”

I lift my hips from the bed, and he chuckles darkly at my eagerness. Then, with my unspoken permission given, he slips the piece of cotton fabric off of my legs. My eyes fall closed as he tosses them off the bed.

“I can’t wait to get inside you,” he practically coos, his fingers stroking my outer thighs.

“Then do it,” I murmur, unsure of where this streak of boldness came from. I just know that I want more—that Ineedmore.

He tsks at me and says, “Don’t rush, sweet girl. I have plans for you.”

With those words, he pulls away, positioning himself between my legs, his head hovering over my most intimate part. A hungry look in his eye, he ducks his head, pressing a kiss to my stomach.

Then, he shifts further down, and I quickly realize what’s about to happen. His lips graze my sensitive inner thighs, making me quake beneath his efforts. And, after glancing up at me for a brief moment, he surges forward.

I make a noise that doesn’t even sound like it comes from me when his tongue darts out and flicks over my clit. As if spurred on by the involuntary reaction, he drags the flat of it through my folds before circling around the bundle of nerves. It’s like he’sperforming magic with his mouth, and I’m helplessly put under his spell.

At a loss for what to do with my hands, I twist them up in the comforter. I feel like I need to anchor myself as Maxwell slowly works my soul out of my body. I’m ascending, being carried away by the sweet pressure of his mouth against my most intimate place.

Every few seconds, he glances up as if to judge my reactions by my facial expressions. Maintaining eye contact is difficult, I’m so overwhelmed by the intensity of what’s happening that my eyes threaten to fall closed so I can focus on the sensations rocketing around my body. I don’t, though. The image of Maxwell eating me out like a starving dog is too good to look away from.

After a few minutes of licking me straight to my core, his efforts focus on my clit. I’m vaguely aware of the blabbering noises I’m making in response. Then, he slides two fingers into my pussy, and I’m gone.

My orgasm ricochets through me, bouncing over each nerve. I cry out so loudly that my throat feels raw. And still, he continues his efforts, pumping his fingers in and out of me while he sucks at my clit. It isn’t until I’m whimpering that he pulls away.

“Are you ready for my cock?” he asks as he slides up my body, looking down at me as though I’ve just accomplished some great feat. “Or do you need a few seconds?”

“I’m ready,” I tell him, even though my entire being is still buzzing with the aftershocks of my climax. Something tells me that having my senses so heightened will only make what comes next better. “I want your cock, Maxwell.”

“Fuck,” he groans, reaching down between his legs to grab the base of his member, lining himself up with my opening. “I love it when you say my name.”

“Maxwell,” I sputter out as he pushes his cock inside of me.

He goes slowly, grunting with the effort of keeping his motions controlled. While I want to tell him to go as quickly as he wants, I have to admit that I need the time to adjust to his intrusion. His cock is lengthy and girthy. I’m honestly surprised it fits and that the stretch is pleasant.

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