Page 13 of Her Reclusive Beast

That doesn’t sound so bad. “So what’s stopping you?”

“You couldn’t even remove your jeans, Jenna,” he reminds me dryly.

I push back on his chest so I can look up and into his eyes. “So you only want to take over when it’s convenient?”

Max stills, and then a thoughtful expression transforms his face. “You mean you don’t mind if I…”

I shake my head. “I trust you, Max. If you say you don’t want to hurt me, I believe you. I’m not very good at — being proactive — I guess you’d say. I’d much rather you take over, so I don’t have to think about it. If that’s really what you want, that is. I’m not volunteering to have my heart broken.”

Max chuckles and at first I’m afraid he’s laughing at me, but then he cuddles me close once again. “Maybe I’m a tiny bit afraid that you’re simply too perfect, little Jenna. Right now, I want to watch you cum while I hold you. Are you ready for that?”

I still, trying to figure out how he plans to accomplish that when I’m still fully dressed but then I shrug. I did just tell him I was good with him taking over…

7

Max might know how to make his words sound tough, but his kisses tell another story. Instead of stripping me and going for his stated goal, he gathers me close and kisses me. Soft, gentle kisses with firm lips and absolutely no tongue.

I press closer, trying to turn up the energy. Max pulls me away ever so slightly, leaving his hands braced on my upper arms.

“Why so impatient?” he murmurs into my neck.

“Because…” Because I’m anxious about becoming truly intimate with a man I barely know who sets my heart on fire. I don’t say those words out loud, however.

“Did I mention that I plan to make you cum without removing any more of your clothes?” Max chuckles at my bemused expression.

“How is that even possible?”

“It’s probably easier to show you. Any more questions?” he inquires dryly, somehow implying that I’m the one holding things up.

Shaking my head mutely, I sigh softly and resign myself to a long wait.

And I wait. Finally, glancing up to see what the holdup is, I catch Max regarding me with a thoughtful expression.

Abruptly but still with utmost gentleness Max removes me from his lap, standing me on my own feet between his spread thighs. His hands remain firm and unyielding on the exposed skin of my waist. Then he begins to speak.

“Let me describe to you what I see in front of me, Jenna. You aren’t just any twenty-something making her way up the career ladder one painful rung at a time. You have more passion than ambition for your work. You truly care about the words, the evocation of emotion. If a book was guaranteed to never sell a single copy, you would bring the same dedication to it as if it were the one to put your name in bigger font on the cover.”

I giggle nervously. He’s not wrong, but what does this have to do with anything?

“It’s rarer than you can possibly imagine,” he responds slowly, as if I had voiced those very words. My eyes narrow at him with suspicion.

“That kind of passion makes a man wonder how deep the vein runs. Will she bring the same enthusiasm to her personal life? To the man who wins her heart? Will she defend him against the enemies who sling words even as he protects her from those who throw stones?”

I quiet in his grip, entranced with the light dancing in his eyes. He’s both teasing me and making subtle promises. I wait breathlessly for more.

“A young woman so full of passion and promise…” Max muses. “How would she respond if a man woke her every morning with his tongue buried deep between her legs? Would she reflexively kick or sweetly sigh and open to him like a flower?”

My mouth goes dry at the image he’s painting.Probably because my pussy is beginning to flood and called in extra resources, I conclude silently.

Max continues without shame. “I wonder if she prefers his tongue to penetrate her or to caress her hard little clit after he’s sucked it into the warmth and safety of his mouth?”

It’s almost as if he’s talking to himself. My hips jerk, my body suddenly needing to move, to release some of the building energy, but Max’s hands hold me fast.

“Regardless, when she cums, it will be with everything she has. Her sweet cries will fill the room, her breasts will offer themselves up for worship as her back arches off the bed. But to do them justice, a man would have to stop his attentions to her pussy.”

A small moan escapes me, but Max ignores it.

“Unless, of course,” he muses thoughtfully, “he were to replace his mouth with his cock. That would free him up to pay attention to her aching breasts, to suck gently on those distended nipples while his cock fills her to completion.” He sounds satisfied with this plan.

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