Beyond Eighteen(63)

“I need you. God, you don’t know how much I need you to make love to me. Please make love to me,” I breathed as I lifted my hips and pulled my panties down to my ankles.

Max slipped his hands around his waist, and in one motion, dragged off his pants and boxers. He leaned over and grabbed my feet, pulling them off the bed, which caused my lower body to collide with him.

“I’m going to make love to you real slow,” he sighed before he pulled my ankle up to his lips. Our eyes met as I watched him drag his lips down the inside of my leg to my knee. Goose bumps spread across every inch of my flesh as the edges of his hair tickled and poked at my skin. My nipples erect, my hips automatically swayed as the space between my legs begged for him, any part of him. I reached out for something, meeting only air; my fingers stretched to tangle in his thick onyx hair. I just needed to pull him down against me.

God, I want to tell him he’s my…everything. He is the salt in my ocean, the sweet dream that saves me from nightmares, and the breath that feeds me oxygen.

Max’s hands explored the curve of my hips and the hollow space of my lower back before he clung to my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. My hands trailed behind my head. I watched him as he kneeled between my knees, kissing the inside of my thigh. His nose led as his lips followed. I lay back as his hands mapped their way up across my stomach to my breasts. As I pushed my head back into the bed, his tongue found me. His hands manipulated my nipples as the swell of euphoria he ushered in earlier found its way back to me. I dropped my knees and locked my hands into his hair as I pushed him harder down against me. He brought one of his hands in between my legs and I felt his fingers dance against me before he pushed inside, steadily building a rhythm that mirrored the speed of his warm tongue. He hummed and breathed against me. My hips quaked, my body vibrated, and suddenly an animalistic sound came out of me. One I never heard or knew existed within me until that moment. I panted, howled, and cried out as I exploded against his mouth. Still he pushed harder against me, his tongue still searching for the second roar of euphoria that my body ached for. My legs shaking, my body trembling, my mouth dry from panting, he made me detonate a second time. Tears rolled down into the curves of my ears, evidence that he’d taken me somewhere I’d never been before—not like that. My hair was damp with how hot he made me. I was perspiring everywhere as chills rolled across my flesh.

My breathing ragged, I lay there trying to gather my wits and comprehend what had just happened between us. All the feelings that Max had pushed and pulled through me. He made every cell in my body reach a frenzy that captured every urge, every flash of ecstasy, every ounce of synergy created between us.

Max slinked up my body, pressing his chest across my pelvis before dragging himself onto me. His warmth was enough to flush the chills through my bones up to the surface. I felt his desire catch and press at the crux of where we fit perfectly together. His hands wrapped strongly across my shoulders before he slid them down and pressed them into the bed, giving him the ability to lift his body off of mine. The space between us was just enough to create a weightless vacancy that caressed and teased every womanly space in my body, feeding my desire to feel him press heavily against me again.

Desperate to connect with him, I pulled my feet onto the bed and thrust my hips against him. My thighs were burning as I pushed up and glided perfectly against his length. Max’s instinctual motion to sway down across me woke up every nerve feeding the pinnacle between my legs. I caught his backside in my hands, feeling his ass go concave as his muscles compressed with every movement of him rubbing back and forth across me. This only fueled my scorching need to feel him from the inside. I was more than ready to create a rhythm that burrowed deep in my soul over and over again until we both climaxed together. Our grinds, moans, and motion grew to a passionate exchange of us needing each other.

“Max…condom—” I breathed between pants and moans as he kissed me emphatically. My heart and body fought to keep him against me, but my mind knew he had to get up and get into his nightstand drawer.

“Mmmm, ‘kay, babe,” he growled. It felt like a ripcord was pulled from down low in my gut and chills ripped through my flesh as he shifted his body off mine and reached for his nightstand.

“Hurry,” I moaned. I wrapped my arms around my body, working to collect the anticipation building inside of me as I heard the crinkling of the wrapper, then a moment he filled with a low sigh. I closed my eyes, letting images of him fill my head—his muscles as they flexed when he walked, his black lengthy hair that tangled perfectly with my fingers as I pushed him down past my waist, his eyes as they tore through my soul, searching for everything that made me who I was when I was with him. I lay still, waiting for the moment when I could feel his touch return to me.