Page 69 of Maximum Dare
He buried his fingers in my hair and nipped my ear. “Bedroom?”
“Yes.”
I climbed off him and we raced up the stairs. I took his hand and led him down the hall to my room. We burst through the doorway and were back in each other’s arms again, stripping each other’s clothes off and flinging our shoes, not caring where they landed.
“Do you have a condom?” he asked.
“I’m on the pill,” I said breathlessly.
Max fell to his knees before me and tugged at my panties, pulling them down and then glancing up as though to read my expression.
With my hands on the back of his head, I pulled him forward between my thighs to answer his unspoken question. He let out a lust-filled moan as his tongue darted between my folds.
I inhaled sharply at the pleasure, moving my legs farther apart.
His hands reached around to hold my butt, pulling me closer to his face. This felt forbidden, and at the same time it was as though we’d always been destined to be together like this.
My head fell back, fingers scrunching in his hair, as he continued to masterfully lash me with his tongue as I pleaded for him not to stop. He reached up and cupped my breasts, catching my nipples between his fingers, squeezing rhythmically.
He eased my left thigh over his right shoulder, exposing more of me, and I shuddered through the shock of an even more intense arousal, my hips rocking against him.
I’d had a crush on this man since I’d first met him. He had transitioned me away from heartache—and now we moved together with the ease of two people who’d always been destined to meet and become more.
“You’re beautiful.” He eased my leg down and stood up. Covering my mouth with his, he kissed me forcefully, sharing my own taste with me, his tongue tangling with mine, his teeth catching my lower lip in his and biting it playfully.
My fingers curled around the rim of his boxer shorts and I tugged them down, allowing his erection to spring free. I wrapped my palm around him and stroked his length, swooning as his cock hardened even more, becoming firmer.
Max was speaking in Portuguese again; his words timed perfectly with gentle pecks and laps of his tongue along my shoulder and collarbone, then up my neck to my earlobe.
He suddenly pulled back, lowering his gaze. “We have to slow down.”
“Why?” My breathing was ragged.
“Because I care about you.” He squeezed his eyes shut.
“I want it all, Max. Give me all of it.”
He walked over to the chair his jeans had landed on and pulled out his phone, setting it on the bedside table. “Let’s have some music.”
I was too nervous to offer any requests, too excited with what was happening.
Harry Styles’ voice rose into the air, singing the romantic lyrics to “Falling.”
Somehow, Max knew this was what I needed, a dreamy backdrop to ease us into making love.
Max nudged me back onto the bed and quickly climbed on top of me, lifting my wrists above my head and pinning them there.
“You like this?” he asked, his voice husky.
“I’ve never…”Been taken like this before.
“But you like it?”
“God, yes.”
“I want to know everything you like.” He dipped his head and dragged his lips along my breast, biting my nipple and sending a shockwave of pleasure down between my thighs.
Max moved down to my feet. “Our first time needs to be special, Daisy.”
