Page 80 of Are You Going to Love Me

Between his mouth and his fingers dancing inside of her, Eden couldn’t figure out how he had her securely pinned against the wall and feeling like she was levitating. His mouth sucked, licked, and kissed from her pouty lips, neck, collarbone, breasts, down her midsection to her sleek garden.

“Hold on to the rail,” Maximus grumbled his directive, as he balanced her on his shoulders.

Eden couldn’t grab the rail fast enough before he dragged his tongue over her folds. “Mmm.”

“Mmm mmm,” he grunted, pushing his face into her folds as if he were trying to fuse himself into her. Maximus was tongue-tied and damn near ready to come apart at the taste of her. “This gotta be the milk and honey.”

Eden’s laugh was cut short as a moan rippled through her body. One hand held the built-in rail in the shower, and the other sunk deeply into his wet curls. Hips rotating against the fingers he pushed and pulled out of her tightness, his tongue doing somersaults on her clit was the recipe to her explosion.

“M-max,” she panted. Her voice warring with the rushing water. Her blowout ruined and reverted.

He bit the inside of her thigh, and they clenched around his face as she shook.

“Shhiiiitttt,” Eden groaned, her feet placed on the shower floor.

Standing to his full height, he peered down at her. “You good?”

He woke up something in her. Something that was now free to be sexy, to be humorous, and safe. It was a part of her she hadn’t seen in longer than she was willing to acknowledge. She hummed her answer, nestled between kisses and licks to his chest, abdomen, and once, on her knees, to his long thickness.

Pushing her saturated curls out of her face, she blew an exhale. This was the dick people put in romance novels. Withthe perfect inch to girth ratio to alter her interior design and brain chemistry. Dick that was hers now to mark. Eden picked up the heaviness and kissed the tip. Maximus planted his hands against the smooth marble wall and watched intently while she licked and kissed the tip. Inch by inch, she pushed her mouth lower around him, opening her throat to take him as much as she could.

“Relax,” he grunted, reaching down to scoop the inches of natural hair into a ponytail. He flexed his hips, slowly pumping himself in and out of her cheeks. “There you go. Sexy as fuck. Just like that, E.”

With his encouragement, Eden turned it up a notch, taking her hands from the base of him to press them against his legs. Her muffled moans fusing with his grunts and hisses. Maximus’ toes balled as he wrestled with his control. However, the first nut he was gearing up to experience that wasn’t the result of his hand was violently ripping through him.

He panted, “I’m finna nut, E.”

Muffled, she replied, still slurping and bobbing, “Go ahead.”

To add further verification that he could explode without interruption, she held on to the back of his legs to absorb the shock of his body clashing with her face.

“Aagghhh,” he growled, slamming his dick into her mouth, down her throat and his balls slapping underneath her chin and against her neck.

Eden welcomed the hot spurts of his milk. It coated her mouth, shot down her throat, and oozed down her chin. Her eyes, gleaming up at his intensity, unbeknownst to her, were aiding his slip further into her abyss.

“Fuck, E,” he breathed, pulling himself from her mouth and then pulling her up to examine the mess he made. “I hurt you?”

“No,” she rasped. “I’m okay. You okay?”

Her hands were back in his hair.

“Outside of this cold ass water stabbing me in the back, I’m good.”

Eden giggled as she reached behind him and turned it off. “Gon’ let me warm you back up?”

A smile formed against his lips. “Reverse that, you don’t have any control until the morning.”

Eden clenched her thighs.

“Yeah, I knew you liked that shit.”

Stepping out of the shower, Eden dried off just enough before Maximus was hiking her over his shoulder. A contagious laughter filled his space. Eden brought joy and life along with her, and for Maximus, that was the most addictive part. Or so he thought.

“Can I dry off? Oil my legs?” Eden giggled.

“Uh uh, we can spark a fire together,” Maximus rumbled into her skin, after dropping her in the middle of the bed.

Her eyes trailed him as he mounted the bed and pushed her legs open with his knee. “You don’t have lotion, do you?”

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