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I look over to find sleepy eyes watching me. Without a word, without even a coherent intention, I pull up my T-shirt, my breasts glowing in the moonlight.
Max stares as he pushes down the sheet, his hand delving into the front of his briefs. When he gets to his knees, he’s already hard.
And when he pushes his briefs down onto his hips, I stare openmouthed at the length Max is fisting, Watching his angry strokes, the milky drop trembling at the tip. And then I roll over to face him, my breasts bare and inviting.
I take him in my mouth.
There’s no warning, no words as I slide my lips down his length, taking him deep. No sound except for Max’s ragged gasp.
When I draw back, swirling my tongue along his velvety head, up and down his length, Max cups my head with a shaking hand. “Cady,” he pleads.
Like he wants me to stop. Or thinks he wants me to stop.
I look up at him and take him deep.
He doesn’t look like he wants me to stop. “Are you sure?” he manages. I don’t answer that either, just keep going, using tongue and teeth, my fist firm around the base.
“Fuck… please… don’t stop…”
I have no intention of stopping.
I could draw it out, teasing him to the point of torture, making him beg and plead and forget his own name, but I don’t. I keep it simple, hollowing my cheeks as I suck, which causes a rough mutter, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
I know when he’s close because he tries to pull out, but I grip his hip for balance as I lean into him, my other stroking him. “Yes,” I manage. “Come in my mouth.”
I’ve never, ever said that to a man before.
“Oh, god… yes…” His hips jerk a staccato and I let him take over, thrusting, my mouth open and ready to take him in. And then with a last thrust, he comes into my mouth, his fist pressed against his own mouth to muffle his groans.
When he stills, when I’ve swallowed the evidence, only then do I pull away and look up at him.
“I wanted to taste you, too.”
36
Maximus
“Holy shit.”
I flop on the bed with a breathless laugh, looking over at Cady with awe.
Cady, who licks her lips like the cat who ate all the cream. “What the hell was that?” I demand.
Cady only shrugs and lies on her side, tugging her shirt down so her tits are once again hidden from view.
Breasts. They are breasts, not tits. They will always be breasts. I will always see them in my mind—the perfect size between a full, ripened peach and a small melon. Ripe and sweet with nipples like cherries…
I make it sound like Cady is a fruit platter rather than a woman who just blew my mind by blowing me.
I touch her cheek. “Was that a dream?”
“Did it feel like a dream?”
“No! It felt… amazing.”
“Good.” And then Cady makes like she’s about to roll over.
“Uh-uh.” My hand slips to her shoulder. “You’re not going away that quick.”
