Page 80 of Out Of Time

They had come full circle.

And he was ready to finish this.

His mouth pressed against her center, kissing her there gently, a slow build-up to an already drawn-out moment—she would cherish these memorable times. She would always try and remember to make laughing and joking a priority, and never forget to postpone sex for a good cat pun, or a well-thought-out punk mix.

Max pushed her legs up, giving himself better access to her, running his tongue along her core and stopping to focus on what mattered the most. He pushed a finger inside her and her body instantly tensed around him. She didn’t realize how badly she wanted this,neededthis.

His mouth worked her clit while he expertly moved his finger inside her, the perfect pressure and perfect curve that hit all the right spots.

Her orgasm came on faster than she expected. Maybe it was the cat ears between her legs, or maybe it was the slow-burn of the night, laced with heavy emotions. This was the release she needed, and she couldn’t wait for it to come so she could return the favor.

Her knees began to shake, her body instinctually trying to pull her legs together around his head, but he firmly held her legs in place, making her entire body come alive as he continued to lick her clit. The sensations of it all flooded through her, the tickle of his beard, the pressure of his finger deep inside her, the soft fur of the cat ears against her thighs.

It was purrrfect.

He was purrrfect.

Max kept his pace, never trying to switch things up when he felt her getting close. So perceptive. So aware. He was already so masterful of his senses.

Her body trembled as her breathing went shallow. A soft hum of moans grew to an encouraging string of words for him tokeep going, that she wasso close, her entire body jerking below him. Her hips pressed up off the couch as her fingers latched onto his strong freckled covered shoulders as she came hard—the release like no other. It was more than an orgasm, it was an emotional release, too.

Max climbed up next to her, the couch deep enough for the both of them, his cat ears a little off-center on his head from her legs clenching against him.

“Me-owwww,” she said in a deep release of breath as she tried to slow her heart rate.

“Good?” he asked.

“Great,” she affirmed.

They were talking about thesex.

“And how areyou?” he asked.

“Also, very good.” She smiled.

They were talking about theheart.

He pulled her into his body in a hug that engulfed her, his heart racing against her cheek as she pressed her warm face against his bare chest.

“You feel like home, Max.”

“I do?” he asked, “Isthiswhat home feels like?”

She looked up at him, a lazy post-orgasm smile on her face, and pressed her finger to his nose to boop it three times. “Ding-ding-ding. I think it is. I really do.”

“Then stay here forever,” he whispered against her head, his lips kissing her there.

“I like the idea of that.”

“Of staying here?” he asked.

“Of forever, with you. Of home. I think it’s high time we both know what that feels like.”

“You bring this place to life, Remi.”

“One potted plant at a time,” she said, kissing him right above his heart.

“One single-dimple smile at a time.”

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