"Feels so good," she murmured, knowing from the ache between her legs that she could easily come from his mouth on her chest alone.
Max's reply was muffled but loud and, when Grace looked, she saw that he was rubbing himself furiously through his sweats with the heel of his hand.
"Oh, God," she gasped, yearning flashing through her. "Please let me see."
His mouth never moved, but his eyes darkened impossibly further as they flickered up.
"Could you come?" she asked. He nodded, his lips sliding against her. "Show me."
He pulled down his waistband and underwear faster than Grace could take another breath. The head of his cock slapped his belly, glistening and so very hard. No cock she'd ever seen was pretty, but Grace would say that Max's was magnificent. He was thick and long and when he twisted his fist over its bulbous tip, Max moaned and sucked her harder. That was good to know for when she touched him there.
And she would touch him there.
There was no question.
Desire curled in her belly, tighter and tighter as images of them doing more, going further, pummeled her mind until she, too, was pushing her hand into her pants and into her underwear. She was drenched and burning. One swipe of the pad of her thumb against her clit and her back arched. Her head hit the headboard and she cried out.
Max released her nipple with a loud smack of his lips, his eyes widening when he saw what she was doing. "Fuck, are you touching yourself?"
She bit her lip and nodded-his words gasoline to an already furious inferno. "Close."
Even though her eyes were closed, Grace knew Max's fist had sped up. The bed shook and his grunts got louder, his breath hot and wild on her throat.
"Are you imagining it?" he asked. His voice was wicked, dark, and hungry. "Are you imagining what my fingers would feel like on you, in you? What my cock would feel like as you rode it?"
So close.
So near to falling.
"Yeah, you are. I know you are. You know I'd fuck you so good." He licked her jaw. "Right after I'd devoured you down there, I'd slide right in and have you screaming my name." He heaved a breath. "I'd do anything you damn well wanted me to, woman. Anywhere. Shit. Fuck, Gracie, can I come on you?"
And those were all the words she needed to explode into a thousand pieces.
As her back bowed and white-hot ecstasy all but sliced her in two, Grace was aware of warmth splashing up the middle of her torso, while Max's guttural groans were enough to keep her orgasm rolling incessantly through every inch of her body. She wished she'd been able to see him come, but her eyes were forced shut by the pleasure vibrating her very bones, bright lights filling her vision. She pulsed and gasped while Max's voice became gruff and breathless in her ear.
"I've got you, Gracie," he husked. "You're okay. I've got you."
As she calmed and her body returned to the earth, his hands and face gradually moved away. "Fuck," Max bit out after a moment where their heavy breathing was all that could be heard. "Christ, I needed that."
Grace regained the use of her eyes just as Max dropped back onto the bed, making it bounce. His pants were back in place; while his arms spread wide, a small smile played on his face and he closed his eyes. The faint gleam of sweat across his chest looked good enough to lick. She imagined he tasted exquisite. Glancing down, Grace saw the remnants of Max's orgasm, white and stretching from her belly button to her collarbone. Grace couldn't remember seeing something so sensual, something that should have been dirty and gross, but just . . . wasn't.
If anything, it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. It was freedom and hope. It represented what she'd overcome. It represented what she made Max feel, what she could do for him, what she was capable of doing to a man, this man, and for the first time in years, Grace's confidence stood up a little straighter. She didn't even feel the need to cover up her naked chest.
"Are you okay?"
Grace looked over at Max. His brow furrowed gently when he noticed where her attention was.
"Was it all right that I did that?" he asked, sitting up and reaching for some of the leftover toilet paper.
"It was . . ." Grace took the paper he held out to her but made no attempt to move or wipe Max off her skin. She stared at him. "It was hot as fuck."
Max's laugh exploded out of him, making his face crinkle and his shoulders shake. "One orgasm and she's got a mouth on her like a sailor." He shook his head and rubbed his hands through his hair, making it stand up in a million and one different directions. "Well, hell, we might just have to try that shit again sometime."
Grace grinned.