Page 285 of The Maxwell Brothers
That voice! It was sex on a stick, truly. And oh my goodness, he started touching himself. I watched his hand, stroking up and down his cock, and instantly felt energy coiling through my center, anticipating the moment he'd be inside me.
When he reached for his pants, taking a condom out of the back pocket, I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed. His groan was loud, taking over his whole body. His erection pulsed in my hand, and his chest expanded. The vein in his neck thickened. It filled me with pride that I brought him so much pleasure with one stroke.
“Fuck, I want you so badly, Liz.”
He slid the condom on and then leaned over the bed with one knee. Taking one of my legs, he put my ankle on his shoulder and then did the same with the other one. He was so tall that my legswere dangling slightly in the air, but it wasn't uncomfortable; in fact, it was invigorating that my body was totally opened up to him. He pressed his thumb on my clit in small circles and pushed in a few inches.
“Fuck, fuck, you feel good. So damn good.”
I sucked in a breath, feeling like I was about to explode again. How was this possible so fast? Maybe I was still riding the wave of my last orgasm, but I felt every inch of him as he slid in. Leaning over me, he captured my mouth. Then he was all in and paused. We just kissed for a few seconds, and it felt so glorious to have his cock and his tongue pleasure me at the same time. Then he started moving, and there was nothing gentle about it. I loved the friction between us, the way his thighs slapped against my ass.
I was completely overwhelmed by the way he owned me right now. The third orgasm hit me just as unexpectedly as the first two and just as hard. I cried out so damn loud. He pushed through, and I felt I was going to come apart from pleasure. It was impossible to feel this good. I'd never experienced it. Bracing myself on my forearms, I thrust against him, keeping up with his rhythm, watching him when he came apart. He was glorious.
Declan
She was lying on her back, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. I drew the tip of my nose over her belly. Sweat dotted her whole body. She'd been so damn wild, giving herself to me without restraint. I moved the tip of my nose over her scar andfelt her whole body tense. Then I put my lips on the same spot, moving up and down against her leg.
"You don't have to do that, you know," she whispered.
"I want to. I want to kiss and touch every inch of you." I glanced up at her and saw that she was looking at me intently. I kissed up her chest until I was level with her eyes. "I've wanted you since the first night I caught you dancing."
Her face immediately split into a grin. "Really? You hid it well. I thought you wanted to toss me out of the guest house on my ass."
"I had many thoughts about that ass. I fantasized about what you were hiding under those workout clothes every evening."
She smirked. "And now you know."
"I do." I clasped my hand around her jaw and cheeks, coming up level with her lips. "I can't stop wanting you."
"Then don't stop."
"Don't tempt me any more tonight."
She laughed. "Your hand is on my boob, and your cock is pressing against my leg. I don't think you're trying very hard."
Chuckling, I moved off her, staying to one side. She put her hands on her belly, tracing the scar with her middle finger.
"I'm very grateful for that. It brought you to Chicago," I said.
She smiled. "I got so lucky."
My stomach bottomed out as her implication hit me, and my protective instincts went into overdrive. I wanted to do everything within my power to make sure this woman was always safe, that she wasn't in harm's way, that nothing touched her. Absolutely nothing. It was the first time I’d ever felt anything like this.
She pulled the covers over herself, shuddering. "I should probably go take a shower, but I'm too lazy."
"That makes two of us," I said. “How are you feeling?”
“Blissfully happy and sated.”
“I meant how are you feeling in regards to earlier? You were very shaken.”
She turned on one side, looking up at me. “I know, but a certain sexy lawyer took care of me.” She paused a second. “Wait, let me check my phone and see if my sister sent anything.”
Before she got off the bed, I grabbed her wrist. Her bandage had slipped a bit, enough for me to see her burn was healing nicely. “This looks good.”
“It does. You’re great at taking care of me.” She may have been partly teasing, but she’d soon find out that I intended to do just that.
She disappeared from the room and returned a few minutes later, pouting.
