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“Fucking beautiful,” I growl against her skin. “So damn beautiful.”
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Maya
The bastard takes his sweet time, and it’s driving me out of my goddamn mind. His mouth is everywhere - trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat, sucking at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder until I’m arching off the bed. His hands follow the path his lips blazed, skimming over myribs, tracing the curve of my waist, mapping every inch of skin like he’s memorizing me.
When he pushes my bra up and takes my nipple into his mouth, I nearly come off the bed. His tongue does this swirling thing that makes me see stars, while his other hand kneads and squeezes my other breast. The contrast of his rough palms against my soft skin is fucking perfect.
“Max, please,” I pant, my hands fisting in his hair, trying to pull him closer, harder, more.
But he just hums against my skin, the vibration making me shiver. “Patience, baby. I’ve been waiting months for this.”
He works his way down my body with the same methodical precision he brings to everything else, but there’s nothing boring about it now. Every kiss, every lick, every gentle bite is deliberate and devastating. By the time his hands reach the waistband of my panties, I’m already trembling, already so close to falling apart that I’m embarrassed by how needy I sound.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my stomach, his breath hot against my skin. “So perfect.”
When he finally settles between my thighs, those broad shoulders forcing my legs wide, I’m already trembling with anticipation. His dark eyes look up at me from between my legs, and the heat in his gaze nearly undoes me before he even touches me.
“Amazing,” he breathes, his breath hot against my inner thigh. He presses kisses there, working his way closer to where I need him most, taking his sweet time like he’s got all night to drive me insane.
The first swipe of his tongue makes me cry out like a madwoman. ‘Max! Fuck!’
He makes a deep, rumbling sound of satisfaction against my pussy that vibrates through my entire body, and I swear I see stars. His big hands grip my hips, holding me exactly where hewants me while he works me over with that methodical precision that used to annoy the hell out of me in meetings.
Not anymore. Now I’m grateful for every careful, deliberate stroke of his tongue. He explores every fold, every sensitive spot, like he’s mapping me for future reference. When he finds that perfect spot that makes me arch off the bed, he focuses there with single-minded determination.
“Oh God, Max, right there,” I pant, my hands fisting in his thick curls, holding him against me.
He doubles down, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue that have me writhing beneath him. When he slides two thick fingers inside me while his mouth works my clit, I’m gone.
I come so hard I think I black out for a second, my whole body convulsing as wave after wave crashes over me. But the bastard doesn’t stop - he keeps going, dragging every last tremor out of me until I’m boneless and gasping, pushing weakly at his head because it’s too much.
Max finally kisses his way back up my body, stopping to lavish attention on my breasts again, making me arch beneath him. When he reaches for his nightstand, I watch the play of muscles across his broad back, all that golden skin stretched over hard muscle. The man is built like a damn Greek statue.
When he turns back to me with the condom, I drink in the magnificent sight. The thin layer of dark hair trailing down his chest, the sharp cut of his abs, the deep V of his hips leading down to his cock. Thick, long, and heavy, standing proud.Good God…
“Let me,” I say, sitting up and taking the foil packet from him. His eyes are glued to my hands as I tear it open, his breathing already rough just from watching me. I take my time rolling it down his shaft, stroking him as I go, feeling how hard and hot he is, bending for a quick lick…
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, his hips jerking slightly into my touch. “You’re killing me.”
“Good,” I purr, giving him one last squeeze that makes him hiss through his teeth.
I lie back and guide him to my entrance, both of us breathing hard with anticipation. Max’s dark eyes lock with mine as he positions himself. The thick head of his cock rubbing through my drenched folds.
“Maya,” he starts, always needing to talk everything through.
“Baby,” I interrupt, rising to nip at his jaw. “Less talking, more fucking.”
He laughs huskily, then slowly starts to push inside me. The stretch is incredible - he’s so much bigger than I imagined, filling me inch by perfect inch. I have to fight not to tense up as my body adjusts to accommodate him.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he rumbles, pressing soft kisses all over my face. “Let me in.”
When he’s finally buried inside me to the hilt, we both groan. He feels so good, so right, like he was made for me.
“Christ,” he breathes against my ear, staying perfectly still. “You feel so fucking good. So tight and perfect.”
“Max, please,” I pant, rolling my hips up. “I need you to move.”
