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“I’ve been rock hard all night just imaging what you taste like,” he says using his other hand to open his door. “Come on.”
I’m stunned by his comment on so many levels. What are the chances that the next guy I meet, after coming to the realization that guys do like going down on a woman, would be so eager to make my fantasy a reality?
Max gets out of the SUV and turns around. “Are you coming? I can make it happen here or in the house.”
I snap out of my own stunned trance and get out and close the door behind me. Max meets me around the front of the SUV and cups my face in his hands.
“If my neighbors weren’t so close, I’d put you on the hood of this thing and have you screaming my name in no time.”
A pleasurable heat pools and I pressing my thighs together does little to ease the ache building inside me.
Max loops his arm around me and leads me up the front porch steps to his door. We are barely inside when he pushes me gently against the wall and drops to his knees in front of me. I try and reach for the front door but swings open just out of my reach but I’m not about to move from this spot. Max’s neighbors are just going to have to hear what pent up—
“Oh my god,” I cry out as Max tears off my lace panties like they are made of tissue paper.
He urges my legs apart and I feel him kiss softly up and down the inner part of my thigh. Each kiss moving me closer and then farther away my release. My legs feel like they are going to buckle beneath me but Max is already prepared for this. He hitches one of my knees over his shoulder for better access and grips my ass to hold me in place.
I don’t think the sensation of his mouth on me can get any better until his runs his tongue up the wet folds of my pussy. I grab hold of his head, gripping his hair to hold on for dear life. Max moans against me but I don’t think it from the pain of my grip on him.
When his tongue brushes against my sensitive clit I nearly see stars. I reach out wildly around me for anything to hold onto, but my hand knocks over something on a ledge next to me and it shatters on the floor.
I don’t have the brain function to realize what I’ve done. All I can focus on is on each lick, nibble, and suck of his mouth on me.
“I’m gonna—” I breathe out but can’t find the rest of the words.
My release bursts from me and I scream Max’s name.
It takes a moment for my heartbeat to settle down and I can think clearly. I finally get the feeling back in my legs return and I’m able to stand on my own. I look down at a pleased looking Max smiling up at me.
I lean down and kiss him deeply. I can taste myself on his lips and his tongue. I drop down to my knees, so I’m straddle his lap and push him down onto his back. I reach down between us and run my hand up and down the hard length of his cock under his pants. Then work the buckle of his belt and pull down the zipper. I move slower than is probably fair to the mind that just gave me the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.
I slip my hand beneath the elastic of his boxer briefs and pull out his thick cock. I push up on my knees and guide him to my eager entrance. His hips lift off the floor, eager to push inside me. I don’t make him wait any longer. I slide down his cock and sigh at the full sensation of him inside me. I twist my hips, working his in and nearly out of me, allowing the friction between us to build up. My release doesn’t take long to return for a second round, but I push back my orgasm, so we can come together.
Max sits up and wraps his arms around me and we move as one. He pushes his face into the soft mounds of my breasts. I slip my arms out of the sleeves of my dress and let the fabric puddle at my waste. Max unhooks my strapless bra from the back, freeing my breasts. He latches his mouth onto one pebbled nipple and uses his hand to tweak the other. Pleasure shoots through my body and I know I can’t hold out much longer.
“Are you close?” I ask, a note of pleading in my voice, needing my release.
“Yes,” he grunts and thrusts deep inside me.
I’m flooded with the warm of his release and we hang onto one another until we finally come down from our orgasmic high together.
7
MAX
I’m in love with Courtney. I knew I was falling hard last night over dinner when I listened to her talk about her parent’s rocky marriage and the was books saved her from getting lost in the pain of their fighting all the time. I wanted to reach out and pull her into my arms at that moment and tell her she’d never have to feel that way again, because I wouldn’t let it.
But after our night together, first in the living room and then again in my bedroom, I felt a connection with her that I’ve never felt before. It felt like for the first time I was finally with the person I could imagine spending the rest of my life with.
The following morning, I wake up and I don’t feel the warmth of her body next to me. I reach my arm out, searching for her but find nothing but cold sheets. I sit up and all at once I smell the scent of French toast wafting down the hall from the kitchen.
I get out of bed and grab a pair of jeans off the floor and slide them on. I can hear her singing a song about French toast as I approach.
“What are you doing?” I ask, after I listen to the second verse about her love of maple syrup.
She jumps and spins around waving the spatula in her hand like a it would act to ward off some attacker.
“Don’t do that!”
