Page 43 of Sparks Fly
“You know today’s Friday,” she said.
His confusion must’ve shown on his face because she added, “As in, it’s not Thursday or some other work night. As in, I could come over. If you’re okay with that.”
Max didn’t have to think about it.
“I’m more than okay with that,” he said. “In fact, let’s get the check.”
Stella laughed against his lips as he kissed her one more time before taking her hand and leading them back to their table and swiftly out the door.
Twenty-One
Max could not let go of Stella.
His hand went to her back as he guided them out of the restaurant, he held her hand in the car to his apartment, and when they got into the elevator, he pressed her up against the wall and kissed her. His hands went to the buttons of her coat, opening it and sliding his hands inside, pulling her hips closer to him as their kisses deepened.
Neither of them noticed when the elevator dinged or when the doors opened and closed again. It wasn’t until they felt themselves going back down that Max broke their kiss with a laugh and pressed the button for his floor again.
When they finally made it into his apartment, they quickly dropped their coats and kicked off their shoes, making for Max’s bedroom. This time there was no blackout, no argument, nothing to hold them back.
They made quick work of taking off their clothes until finally they were stripped bare on his bed. Max reached into hisnightstand and grabbed a condom. He vowed never to be caught unprepared again.
Stella took the package from his hand, opened it, and slid it on him. Just that simple act had him worried he was going to come in her hand, but he reined it in, gently removing her hand from his dick.
“Lie back,” he said.
Stella did as she was told, lying down on his pillows, and he took a second to look at her. She was beautiful. There was a mole right between her breasts he hadn’t noticed before. He lowered his head and kissed her there. Stella inhaled sharply and then gasped when he shifted to the right, licking her already hard nipple. He moved to the other and did the same and felt Stella arch beneath him.
“You’re very sensitive,” he said, looking up at her.
Her brown eyes looked slightly dazed as she said, “Yes, well, you keep touching my sensitive spots, so…”
“Should I touch more?”
Stella bit her lip and nodded.
Max grinned. He guided a hand up her leg and between her thighs until he reached her already wet center. He slid a finger between her folds, and Stella hummed in pleasure. A quick glance up revealed her eyes had closed.
“No falling asleep on me,” he warned.
Stella’s eyes popped open. “I would never.”
“Mm-hmm,” he said, smiling.
He moved his finger to her clit, rubbing those circles she seemed to like so much last time. Stella’s hips moved against him, and Max pulled his hand away. Stella whimpered.
“No moving,” he said, his eyes steady on hers.
“Max—”
“Stay still,” he said. Then he lowered himself until his face was where his hand had been. He licked her once and then placed himself directly on her clit and began to suck.
“Holy shit,” Stella said.
If Max wasn’t so focused on the task at hand he might’ve laughed, but his mouth was otherwise occupied. He gripped Stella’s thighs, holding her still as she began to squirm, her orgasm building as he tasted every bit of her.
This was much easier to do with her lying down, and Max took advantage of the position, alternating between licking and sucking her clit as she kept trying to rub her pussy against his face.
“Max, please, I’m gonna come, oh my God,” she said. “Max, I’m—”
