Page 170 of Invisible String
I lift myself as the tip of him teases me.
“Buckle up, passenger princess. You’re in for a ride.”
All laughter dies as I sink into him. Every friction of our skin-to-skin contact is maddening. The room fills with soft, echoing moans, creating an intimate symphony. As he fully enters, the stretch transitions into a wave of intense pleasure that courses through my body. My hips move in a rhythmic dance, each motion synchronized with the electric pulses of ecstasy.
We fit perfectly.
Teeth nip at my nipples, fingers dig into my entrance. The pleasure is so unreal with Max.
His voice is low and rough, a possessive edge coloring his words as he grips my hips tightly. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” he groans, his breath hot against my skin. With each powerful movement, the bed frame rattles loudly, echoing against the wall, a rhythmic pounding that matches the intensity of what we are doing.
“Always have been.” I kiss him, mirroring his possessiveness. “You’re mine, Max Cano.”
“From the first day.” He flips us over, and goosebumps rise on my neck when his lips brush against the skin. “You’re right. You rode me like a sports car. It’s my turn to show you I can work your body into overdrive.” His voice is a delicious rumble in my ear.
My fingers glide over his inked back, tracing the intricate tattoos that ripple over muscles layered beneath the skin. Despite the powerful build, I can still feel the faint ridges of scars beneath my touch, a silent testament to his past.
Max’s body moves like a machine. His stamina is something else. I arch my back, needing the final deep rooting thrust to take me over the edge into oblivion. Max’s mouth is all over my neck sucking, kissing. “Max,” I scream.
“That’s my good girl.”
Fuck, his voice is hot when he says, “good girl.”
“Take it, babe. Come for me.”
Damnit, his dirty talk sends me over the flipping edge.
Our bodies shudder with a chorus of groans and moans as we descend from the pinnacle of ecstasy. The sensations slowly ebb away, leaving us in a serene aftermath, our breaths mingling in the quiet space around us.
“Mmm,” I say, still high on this man. I’m telling you he’s like a drug. You keep wanting the next hit.
“Are you good?” Max drops loving kisses all over my face.
“Yes.” It was the best distraction. However, I always want Max. Now that the high has faded, I can think. I completely forgot. I missed my birth control pill twice this week.
Fuck.
I’ll have to get up early to buy the day-after pill. Now is not the time for kids when I’m uncertain of my life or who I am.
Max rolls off me, walks his naked hot ass to the bathroom. I throw my head back and groan. Why does he have to look so good?
He grabs a towel and cleans my legs. “We made a mess,” he jokes.
“We always do.”
He grins proudly at himself.
We snuggle under the blankets, and Max draws me close against his chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart is like a gentle lullaby.
“Let’s get some rest. I’ll let the guys know in the morning that I won’t be in. And I’ll help at the café. That way, you can get the day off or order me around.”
My fingertips brush against his tattooed arm. He’s sweet.
“Thank you. We can figure it out in the morning.”
“Okay. Good night,tesoromío.”
I kiss his chest. “Good night.”
