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Max thrust his hand into her hair, dislodging strands so they floated against her cheeks and temples. He gripped her head as she lowered her lips to him, kissing his shaft before curling her hand around the base. She licked him, moving up to the tip where she spread the liquid there with her thumb.
He held her tightly, his thighs tensing around her. She put her mouth over him and pressed her tongue against him. Then she began to move very slowly, using her hand and mouth in concert.
He growled and moaned, making all manner of erotic noises that aroused her even more. Her breasts tingled, and her sex throbbed. She wished she was bare too. But then the temptation to climb atop him and ride him to their mutual release would be impossible to avoid.
Suddenly, he dragged her from him, tugging her hair, but not painfully. His cock left her mouth, and she looked up at his lust-dazed expression. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t enjoy this without you. Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
His eyes glittered with sensual promise. “Then I’m taking you to bed.”
Max hauled Ada to her feet as he stood, nude, and swept her into his arms. He carried her swiftly into her bedchamber and set her down next to the bed. “Too much clothing.” He started to unfasten the front of her gown, which had a drop front.
She put her hands over his. “I’m not sure I can resist you if I’m naked too.”
He smiled at her, kissing her softly. “You said you trusted me. I won’t risk a child, and I don’t mean that I’ll leave your body. We’re going to enjoy each other just as we were—but together. You haven’t done that before?”
“No. Show me.” Her eyes narrowed seductively.
He unfastened her gown and helped her out of it, then moved on to her petticoat. She turned so he could loosen her corset. That joined the other garments on the floor, leaving her in just a chemise, which she quickly drew over her head.
No, that wasn’t accurate, for she was still wearing her boots, stockings, and garters. Max lifted her onto the bed, then crouched down to remove her boots, working quickly. When they were gone, he trailed his fingertips up her calf to the inside of her knee. He untied one garter and stripped it away with the stocking. Then he moved to her other leg and performed the exact same series of actions. When he was finished, her thighs were quivering.
He stood up between her legs and put his fingers on her sex, teasing her flesh. “You are so wet already.”
“It’s rather humiliating how much I want you.” Her cheeks flushed.
“It’s damned intoxicating.” He bent his head and kissed her as he stroked his fingers into her.
She gripped his upper arms as she spread her legs wider and began to fall backward. He eased her down, never ceasing his thrusts into her wet channel. Breaking the kiss, he moved his lips down her throat into the valley between her breasts before sliding to the right and taking her nipple into his mouth.
He sucked hard, and she bucked up. He’d already been barreling toward his orgasm when she’d had her mouth on his cock, and if he wasn’t careful, he was going to explode.
Pulling away from her, he worked to draw a deep breath. It was a trifle difficult due to the height of his excitement.
“I’m going to lie down, and you’re going to get on top of me so that you can finish what you started. Understand?”
Her gaze was dark and heavy lidded. “I think so.” She moved to give him room.
Anticipation screamed through him as he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself. He flattened his palms against the coverlet.
She flicked a glance toward his cock, her brow creasing so that those adorable pleats he loved formed between her brows. “And I’m to straddle you?”
“Put your mouth on my cock, Ada. Then let me put my mouth on your pussy. Now, please?” It wasn’t a command, but if she didn’t move quickly, he was going to frig himself out of desperation.
Her hair was still mostly held up by pins, but dark strands caressed her face and nape. She tucked errant curls behind her ears and lowered her head to his waist. She grasped his cock and put him in her mouth. Then she moved over him.
The scent of her arousal filled his senses as he clasped her thighs and positioned her. He started with his thumb, swirling over her clitoris. He’d forgotten the focus it took to give while receiving, but he was so eager to taste her again.
Holding her open with his thumbs, he licked inside her, thrusting his tongue in and out as he’d done with his fingers. She began to move against him, her hips rolling with a persistent rhythm that he responded to with his own body.
She sucked him deep, then lifted, her hand moving up his cock along with her mouth. His hips rose with her as pleasure coiled within him.
He increased the pressure of his tongue and moved one thumb up to her clitoris. She answered by taking him farther into her mouth and closing harder around him, her hand stroking him with ruthless, relentless vigor. The she cupped his balls, squeezing gently as she drew him to the back of her throat.
He cried out against her and gripped her backside, digging his fingers into her flesh as he rushed toward his orgasm. Working his thumb furiously over her clitoris, he speared his tongue into her and licked at her wet folds. Her muscles quivered, then clenched, and he sensed she was about to come.
