Page 70 of Maximum Dare
“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 faster, taking me higher.
The pleasure turned blinding as my orgasm captured me, causing my hips to pump against him furiously as I screamed his name. Max stilled as he came inside me… his groan silenced as he pressed his mouth to mine.
We clung to each other, our hearts pounding, our gasps and sighs filling the room.
We fit perfectly together. All that had happened in my past no longer mattered—the only moment I wanted to stay in was now.
Iwiped condensation off the mirror and stared at my reflection.
What’s happening to me?
Daisy was merely in the next room and I missed her.
Craved her.
A glance at my watch showed that we’d slept until noon.
Before that, we’d made love and it had been romantic and tender and passionate and everything in between. We’d rolled around on the sheets on that impossibly small bed, not caring about the world outside her room.
I’d become obsessed with pleasing her, hearing her moan, seeing her come again and again. Afterward, we’d cuddled and she had fallen asleep in my arms with me loving every second of our time together.
When I searched my feelings, I found no regret. Just a deep longing to climb back into bed with her.
She could be awake now. I hated the thought of her mind spinning with uncertainty about our future. Our chemistry was undeniable. Pressing a fingertip to my temple, I tried to think past the doubt that rose up out of the muddle of responsibilities.
I’d rather die a slow death than hurt her.
I’d wrapped one of her towels around my waist. I looked ridiculous in it, really, and it barely covered my generous assets. I couldn’t help the devilish smile that crossed my face as I ruminated over the way she’d responded to my lovemaking. The way she’d moved, reacting to my touch, the way she’d shuddered when she’d come with me buried deep inside her. We fit together spectacularly. Fucking her was like finding Nirvana. The taste of her was addictive;shewas addictive.
Rubbing my face with my hands, I tried to get my thoughts under control…thinking carefully about how my life might be if Daisy was no longer a part of it. A slither of regret slid down my spine in a visceral response to the thought of losing her.
She was never mine to lose.
This bathroom was small. Too small, really. I didn’t like the idea of this being Daisy ’s permanent home. Her aunt adored her, but still… This space carved out for Daisy was too damn claustrophobic.
