Touchdown - Leslie North Page 0,34

backs of her thighs and then squeezed her ass cheeks. A shiver ran through her and he pressed another kiss against her low belly. “Can I?”

“Can you what?” she asked breathily, meaning it as a way to tease him. But she was rapidly losing control of her coordination, her thought process, everything.

He dug his fingertips into the fleshiness of her ass, bringing her mons crashing against his mouth. He ran his chin along the crease of her pussy, his eyes swirling dark and desirous. “You know.”

Jill practically couldn’t stand on her own two legs after that. She nodded hard. “Yes. Please. By all means.”

He grinned, nuzzling her pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear. Then he sank his teeth into her mound.

“Lay back.” His voice was a rough command. “And spread your legs.”

She did as she was told, her limbs jelly and nearly useless as she clambered backwards onto the bed. Maxwell climbed onto the bed after her. His knees dented the navy comforter, and he took his time sliding off her panties before tossing them aside. He pushed her thighs apart, a sexy grin tugging at his lips as he descended between her legs.

Jill almost couldn’t believe what she was seeing—what was actively happening. Maxwell kissed a soft trail along her inner thigh and then straight to her core. Most men avoided or dreaded this, and the majority didn’t offer it up like this on a silver platter. But Maxwell had practically begged for it, and that alone demanded she dive headfirst into this experience with him. Consequences be damned.

Jill sank back onto the bed. Maxwell pressed his lips to her mons, and then to the warm, swollen core of her. He flattened his tongue along her clit, teasing and satisfying in equal measure. She moaned and melted away completely, giving herself over to the sensations: his steady, seeking tongue sending her into the clouds, his firm grip on her ass as he jerked her closer to him, the sexy grunts that escaped him.

If he planned on doing this all the time, then she’d be a goner.

Maxwell slurped and suckled at her until she felt like she’d come undone right there. Then he eased a finger inside her, followed with another. He looked up at her with her juices smeared across his mouth.

“You feel like fucking heaven,” he moaned into the side of her thigh.

She laughed weakly, intending to respond with something sassy, but nothing materialized on her lips. She bucked against his fingers, and his lips returned to her swollen clit. All the friction and attention was accumulating now, pushing her toward the edge that she hadn’t reached with another man since…when? The early days with her ex-husband; it had been years. And Maxwell already had her there.

“Maxwellll,” she moaned, reaching out for him, desperate for something to cling to. He must have sensed she was close because he pulled back, a sly grin on his face.

“Yes, sweets?”

She groaned. “I’m so close. Don’t you stop now.”

“No plans of stopping anytime soon.” He surged to his feet, the brawny bulk of him flexing as he stepped out of his black briefs. His cock bobbed heavily in front of him, framed by a tightly trimmed patch of dark hair. “But don’t you think it’d be sweet if we made it there together?”

She whimpered and fisted the bedspread beneath her. It was official: this man was perfect. “Lord almighty. Any other surprises you have planned for me?”

He laughed, heading for his nightstand, where he fished a condom out of the top drawer. “What do you mean?”

“You’re sexy. You’re thoughtful. You actually care about my pussy.” She snorted, pushing up onto her elbows. “What’s the dealbreaker?”

He lifted a brow. “My dick might be too big.”

She dissolved into laughter. “I forgot to add humble.”

Maxwell climbed back onto the bed, smirking like he had a secret. He tore open the packet and rolled the condom over his cock slowly. Jill watched it all with the utmost concentration, both committing this to memory and trying to wrap her head around what was happening. She was about to hook up not only with a famous NFL player, but someone who she was actively raising her niece and nephews with. For all the ways it seemed absurd and wild…it was somehow perfectly right too.

Maxwell eased on top of her again, his hips settling easily between her legs. She ran her fingernails along the curve of his pecs as he wiggled into place. His thick cock head