Page 135 of Invisible String
I nod. “Y…yes,” I rasp breathlessly from our kiss, and I can feel his fingers pulsing inside me. “Ahh.” My body is coiling as I grind, riding the waves of pure pleasure. I’m so lost in how good he makes me feel, I stop stroking him.
“Always wet for me, sunshine. That’s my pretty girl. Keep riding my fingers, baby.”
I thrust into them. My lips are dry from my parted and panting mouth. I lick them. I need to cum, but I’m not ready.
“I can feel you tighten around me. Cum, baby, you know I can always make you come more than once.”
My body shivers, and my back arches, letting my release out.
“Damn. So sexy.”
Our foreheads press against one another. “Take me to your bed. Make love to me.”
“No,” he says, biting my breast over the material. “Not mine, butourbed. What’s mine is yours, remember?” Max lifts me as if I weigh no more than a feather.
CHAPTER THIRTY- EIGHT
RAINEY
We stumble up the stairs, and when we’re halfway up, he strips off my shirt. Then my bra. I yelp when Max tugs on my nipples. The carpeted stairs press on my back as Max looms over me. I yank off his shirt while chasing his lips. Within seconds, our clothes are scattered all over the stairway. We can’t get enough of one another, can’t make it to the room. Hot, elaborate breaths trail down my body. My heart races with every lick of his wet tongue.
Max lifts one leg onto the cool wooden stair railing and the other onto the wall. The way my legs are spread on the wide stairway, I can feel the tug on them.
“Perfect. Everything about you is. I’m going to spend all night on your body.”
Max’s skilled mouth spits into my center, then nips and sucks. I cry in oblivion. My body shakes with each thrust. He laughs when I whimper.
“Not yet,tesoro.”
Every part of my body is on fire. So hot, I’m burning up. He’s always made me feel alive.
“Your legs are shaking. I must be doing something right. You always shake when you’re close.”
“Let’s go upstairs. We have plenty of bedrooms to christen. But first, our bed.”
Max had given me a tour of the house. Some of the rooms are empty. One is an office, and another has weights—a total of five bedrooms. Max lifts me in his arms, kissing me while walking to the bedroom.
The room’s scent is a blend of crisp cologne and fresh laundry. The bachelor’s domain, exudes an air of personal freedom and casual elegance. The space is tidy, with every item in its place reflecting a sense of order and simplicity. The vibrant colors of the décor pop against the neutral backdrop, with bold blues and black adding life and charisma to the surroundings.
I bite my lip when he lays me on his soft bed, and I sink into how smooth it is. How have I gotten so lucky to have such a handsome, intelligent man in my life?
Max hovers over me, kissing me delicately, slowly, and passionately. I’m still sore from earlier in his office. Yet I will never refuse anything from this man. Max’s chest is adorned with tattoos that are so captivating. I could gaze at them endlessly. As my hands move over his back, I can still trace the network of scars beneath my fingers. I love that he’s not ashamed anymore.
Blood throbs in my veins like a scarlet web of desire. Lust flames between my thighs, eager for him to be inside. The headboard rattles when I flip us over. Max bites his lip, gazing at every inch of me. His perfect, sun-kissed skin is flawless.
“Push me in, baby.”
Slowly, I anchor myself to him. A gasp leaves my mouth when I’m all the way. Back and forth, I rock.
“What a beautiful view,” Max moans, his hands on the back of his head. Eyeing my every move. He grows harder inside me.
How is it possible this man can grow harder?
I’m falling apart. Being the sole focus of Max Cano is like staring at a twinkling star. Gorgeous forest green eyes lick every fraction of my entire being.
He flips us over, and now I’m beneath him. The length of his body burns mine with a sheer and searing passion. Our fingers intertwine as Max pushes deeper into me. He moves at a slow, steady pace. A blazing light burns in his eyes, his focus on me. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as the sensation builds. My hands squeeze his meaty biceps, and his tongue flickers over my pointed nipples. Every part of me screams in complete ecstasy as Max makes love to me. He increases his pace, each movement more urgent than the last. His muscles ripple and tense with every powerful thrust, sweat glistening on his skin. Our bodies synchronize effortlessly, and I arch my back to meet him, ensuring each movement connects deeply and completely. We both come hard, each fueling the other’s climax.
“I love you,” he breathes, his voice a whisper, still trying to catch his breath.
