If I gave it a chance it would be settling, definitely.
But I decided, pressed to Max’s side, in his bed, in his A-Frame in the Colorado Mountains, after living the craziest week of my life and going through what we went through yesterday and still waking feeling rested and safe, I could settle for that.
Sweetheart, you’re selling yourself short, Charlie warned in my head.
Go away, I replied and shifted up, my decision made which might be stupid, insane and irrational, but I no longer had it in me to care. I put my mouth to Max’s amazing chest and I trailed it down to his nipple. Once there, I flicked it with my tongue.
Max’s fingers slid in my hair and I heard a drowsy-husky-gravelly, “Honey.”
I’d forgotten about that so I added it to my list. It was also the fact that Max called me “honey”, “baby”, “darlin’” and “babe”.
Not to mention his gravelly voice.
I didn’t lift my head when I heard him speak, just moved over him, straddling his body and adding my hands to my discovery.
I took my time and Max let me. Over to his other nipple where I played then down where I ran the tip of my tongue along the ridges of his belly. All the while my fingers moved along the contours of his chest, his sides then down to his hips.
I moved down too, my body and my mouth. He opened his legs for me and I positioned myself between them, curling small, I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft and swirled the silky tip with my tongue.
“Fuck, baby,” Max groaned, his fingers sliding back into my hair and fisting.
Encouraged, I swirled and swirled and swirled then opened my mouth over him and sucked him inside, as much as I could take and I liked every inch I could get.
Max’s fist twisted in my hair and he growled, “Fuck.”
I was guessing he liked it too.
Taking him deep, I decided I liked more than the taste of him, the feel of him in my mouth. I liked knowing how much he liked it so I slid him out and sucked him back in again and again and again.
Max’s other hand went into my hair and suddenly, when I slid him out, his hips surged up, filling my mouth so full, I nearly took all of him. Then he pulled out and surged back in again and again and again.
It was Max taking over, as usual, Max being domineering and it was delicious.
So delicious, I felt the tightness and wet of excitement gathering between my legs and I moaned against his shaft.
When I did, he pulled out of my mouth, his hands left my hair, they went under my arms and I was yanked up and over him. I didn’t get the chance to process this quick change of circumstances, he knifed to sitting and then before I knew it my t-shirt was gone. Then he rolled me to my back on the bed and my underwear was gone. Then he somehow maneuvered me so I was straddling his face but was facing his hips.
“Wrap your mouth back around me, Duchess,” he growled from between my legs before I had time to come to terms with my position which under normal circumstances this early in a sexual relationship might be a little daunting. But I felt the vibration of his words between my legs and I liked it a lot, enough to forget to feel daunted.
I leaned down and did what I was told. The instant I did, Max’s hands went to my bottom, he pulled me down to his mouth, my knees slid out to the sides and he returned the favor and the very idea of daunted was history.
It was spectacular, so spectacular it took every bit of concentration to keep giving him what I knew he liked when he was giving me what I absolutely adored. He groaned against my sweet spot, I moaned against his cock. It was taking and it was giving and it was sublime.
I was close to climax, I knew it, I wanted it and I worked him faster because of it.
He lifted me up and half-rolled, half-tossed me to the side. Then he opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom. Once he turned back to me, he wrapped a hand around my ankle and I gasped with surprise and excitement as he dragged me, spread-eagled between his knees in the bed.
I sat up as he pulled the condom out of its wrapper and tossed the packet aside.
“Hurry,” I whispered, my hands moving on his body as he began to roll it on.
“You’ll get my cock, baby, lie back,” Max’s voice was hoarse and his eyes were not on his task, they were on me.
I waited and dropped my head to watch his hand at work. He really was beautiful everywhere.
It had only been a second but I decided he was taking too long.
“Max, hurry.”
“Lie back, Duchess,” Max growled. “I wanna see you naked, spread on my bed.”
My gaze went from what his hand was doing to his face. I caught his beautiful but hungry gray eyes and I sucked in breath.
Normally I was uncertain how I felt about my body and didn’t give it much thought. Though I was certain I didn’t like flaunting it naked.
At that hungry look in Max’s eyes, I forgot I didn’t like flaunting.