I leaned down and did what I was told. The instant I did, Max’s hands went to my bottom, he pulled me down to his mouth, my knees slid out to the sides and he returned the favor and the very idea of daunted was history.
It was spectacular, so spectacular it took every bit of concentration to keep giving him what I knew he liked when he was giving me what I absolutely adored. He groaned against my sweet spot, I moaned against his cock. It was taking and it was giving and it was sublime.
I was close to cl**ax, I knew it, I wanted it and I worked him faster because of it.
He lifted me up and half-rolled, half-tossed me to the side. Then he opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom. Once he turned back to me, he wrapped a hand around my ankle and I gasped with surprise and excitement as he dragged me, spread-eagled between his knees in the bed.
I sat up as he pulled the condom out of its wrapper and tossed the packet aside.
“Hurry,” I whispered, my hands moving on his body as he began to roll it on.
“You’ll get my cock, baby, lie back,” Max’s voice was hoarse and his eyes were not on his task, they were on me.
I waited and dropped my head to watch his hand at work. He really was beautiful everywhere.
It had only been a second but I decided he was taking too long.
“Max, hurry.”
“Lie back, Duchess,” Max growled. “I wanna see you naked, spread on my bed.”
My gaze went from what his hand was doing to his face. I caught his beautiful but hungry gray eyes and I sucked in breath.
Normally I was uncertain how I felt about my body and didn’t give it much thought. Though I was certain I didn’t like flaunting it naked.
At that hungry look in Max’s eyes, I forgot I didn’t like flaunting.
So I whispered, “Okay,” and laid back.
He leaned into me, one hand in the bed, one hand wrapped around his shaft. Then he slid the tip though the wetness between my legs, all the while his eyes roamed my face and down my body.
“Come closer,” I urged.
“In a second.”
He kept sliding his c**k against me, rolling it over my sweet spot and all around, making me tremble and shift with impatience, my hands going anywhere on his body I could reach.
“Come inside,” I begged, bending my knees and putting my feet in the bed to get closer to him while capturing his h*ps and giving them a tug.
“In a second, baby.”
“Now, Max.”
“I like that,” he gritted, his head was bent, watching what he was doing then it lifted and his gaze locked on mine. “Beautiful.”
He was right, so very right. I still wanted him inside.
The tip of his shaft rolled over my ultra-sensitized sweet spot again, the feel of it shot straight through me, it felt great but it wasn’t near enough and I lost patience.
“Max!”
I watched as he grinned slow and slid inside slower. My neck arched back.
Max’s body covered mine and his h*ps moved in a slow, sweet rhythm while he wrapped my good leg around his back and I wrapped my bad leg around his thigh.
His mouth came to mine but he didn’t kiss me, instead he murmured, “So sweet, Nina, Christ, you feel so f**kin’ sweet.”
One of my hands trailed his back, my fingernails grazing as the fingers of my other hand slid into his hair.