Maximum Dare - Vanessa Fewings Page 0,43

as though to read my expression.

With my hands on the back of his head, I pulled him forward between my thighs to answer his unspoken question. He let out a lust-filled moan as his tongue darted between my folds.

I inhaled sharply at the pleasure, moving my legs farther apart.

His hands reached around to hold my butt, pulling me closer to his face. This felt forbidden, and at the same time it was as though we’d always been destined to be together like this.

My head fell back, fingers scrunching in his hair, as he continued to masterfully lash me with his tongue as I pleaded for him not to stop. He reached up and cupped my breasts, catching my nipples between his fingers, squeezing rhythmically.

He eased my left thigh over his right shoulder, exposing more of me, and I shuddered through the shock of an even more intense arousal, my hips rocking against him.

I’d had a crush on this man since I’d first met him. He had transitioned me away from heartache—and now we moved together with the ease of two people who’d always been destined to meet and become more.

“You’re beautiful.” He eased my leg down and stood up. Covering my mouth with his, he kissed me forcefully, sharing my own taste with me, his tongue tangling with mine, his teeth catching my lower lip in his and biting it playfully.

My fingers curled around the rim of his boxer shorts and I tugged them down, allowing his erection to spring free. I wrapped my palm around him and stroked his length, swooning as his cock hardened even more, becoming firmer.

Max was speaking in Portuguese again; his words timed perfectly with gentle pecks and laps of his tongue along my shoulder and collarbone, then up my neck to my earlobe.

He suddenly pulled back, lowering his gaze. “We have to slow down.”

“Why?” My breathing was ragged.

“Because I care about you.” He squeezed his eyes shut.

“I want it all, Max. Give me all of it.”

He walked over to the chair his jeans had landed on and pulled out his phone, setting it on the bedside table. “Let’s have some music.”

I was too nervous to offer any requests, too excited with what was happening.

Harry Styles’ voice rose into the air, singing the romantic lyrics to “Falling.”

Somehow, Max knew this was what I needed, a dreamy backdrop to ease us into making love.

Max nudged me back onto the bed and quickly climbed on top of me, lifting my wrists above my head and pinning them there.

“You like this?” he asked, his voice husky.

“I’ve never…” Been taken like this before.

“But you like it?”

“God, yes.”

“I want to know everything you like.” He dipped his head and dragged his lips along my breast, biting my nipple and sending a shockwave of pleasure down between my thighs.

Max moved down to my feet. “Our first time needs to be special, Daisy.”

“It’s already special.”

His lips curled at the edges and then he drew my big toe into his mouth and sucked, watching me, working along my other toes slowly. He kissed my ankle and worked his way up my leg, sending an erotic shiver through me. Again, his mouth found my sex, ravishing it as though addicted.

My body responded to his every touch, alight with each sensation.

He lay on top of me and eased my thighs apart, maneuvering himself between my legs. He raised my left arm to trace kisses along it, and then planted another kiss beneath my armpit, his tenderness sensual and carnal as he worked his way back up to my face. He kissed me passionately, his teeth nipping my lower lip, his tongue warring with mine, driving me wild with its fury.

Using his thumb, he traced circles on my clit, causing me to shudder beneath his touch, rising closer to that moment of bliss.

“Not yet,” he teased. “I want to feel you around me when I come.”

Max rose over me and used an elbow to support himself as his right hand directed his cock toward my sex. I arched up as he pushed in deep, dragging my fingernails along his back, the pulsing pleasure building inside me as he slowly eased in and out.

My muscles clenched tightly around his cock as he increased the pace. I was so aroused I couldn’t stop moaning.

“I imagined seeing you like this,” he said. “Seeing how you’d respond to me…”

“Max…”

“Harder?”

“Yes, fuck me hard.”

Our movements became more frenzied, me with my legs wrapped around him as he thrust into me deeper and