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“No, I’m sorry.” I breathe out.
“I’m, umm… going to take a shower.” He says turning.
I release the breath that I didn’t realize that I was holding and touch my hand to my cheek. Holy shit, that was intense. I reach for the remote and turn off the television, make sure the front door is locked and place Max’s ice cream bowl in the sink. I hear water turn on from somewhere in the house, and I go into my room.
I sit on my bed and look at my bedside table. My vibrator is in there, waiting to be used.
Oh hell, why not?
* * *
Saturday morning arrivesand the house is quiet. I look at the clock beside my bed and it’s still relatively early. Maybe Max will still be sleeping and I can make us breakfast for a change.
I slowly creep into the hallway and Max’s bedroom door is wide open, I peer in and he’s not inside, nor is he in his bathroom. But the rest of the house, is still quiet as I walk into the kitchen and start to pull down some ingredients to make French toast.
My goal is to not make what happened last night awkward today. I crack a few eggs, add some vanilla and half and half and I’m mixing everything together as I hear the front door open and close, followed by footsteps.
Max rounds the corner and stops when he sees me. He’s sweaty and wearing only his running shoes and some shorts.
“Did you forget your shirt?” I tease him to break the silence and to stop myself from openly gawking at him.
He smiles and takes that as incentive to crowd my space and rub his sweaty skin on my back as he bends.
“Rule number three Tate. Broken again.” He whispers with his hand on my hips for a brief moment and then he retreats out of the kitchen and into his bedroom.
Gross, he wiped his sweat on me. I stop what I’m doing and I follow into the hallway, his bedroom door is still open as I can see in the mirror in his room that he’s sitting on his bed removing his socks and shoes. My devious mind decides to fuck with him or just plainly tease him. As I walk slowly past his door, I remove my shirt. I know he saw my deliberate movement as he is now at his doorway with one sock still on as I discreetly close my door with him only viewing my bare back. I slowly push my door closed, but suddenly my door is pushed back just as slowly with Max on the other side.
I don’t move to hide myself as I’m now standing in the closet, with another shirt I front of me.
“Tatum?” He breathes.
I look at him and he walks into my bedroom and stands in front of me, his hand reaches for the shirt I was barely holding on to. His arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me to him and captures my lips mercilessly. I reach and put my arms around his neck and push my body fully flush against his as my back hits the wall. I then walk him backwards until he hits my bed with his legs and I continue to push him down. I sit astride him and lean down to continue kissing him.
His hands are roaming on my bare back and my breasts are pushed against his chest. I make a point to not completely seat myself on him, but as his hands run along my side, he eventually is grabbing onto my ass and lowering me to him. He moans at the same time that I do and I attempt to pull back slightly but he lifts himself to not break the contact again. His hands leave my ass and they’re now pressing against my back as we’re sitting up and he’s pressing our chests together.
I pull back slightly and look at him. His eyes are staring into mine intensely. His lips are swollen from kissing, as he licks them and he pulls my face back to his. He kisses me intimately and cautiously, and I melt into him further. Slow strokes of his tongue and mine together, his hands gripping on to my hips slowly pressing me into him. My center is now flush against his lap and I again can feel the length of him.
“Tatum?” He moans against my lips, I answer him by pressing my center against him and rubbing myself against him. He is shaking right now, and I feel him battling with himself. There’s no turning back and stopping now this time. I want it so bad, and I know that he does too, why should we deny ourselves of this any further.
“Please Max, more.” I moan into his mouth and he takes the imitative to flip me to my back. He’s hovering over me, trailing open mouthed kisses down my throat. Breathing heavy, my fingers are softly tugging on the hair that I’ve dreamt of grabbing onto since I moved in.
He slows as his lips brush against my rigid nipples and the tip of his tongue licks sensually and then his warm mouth envelopes my right nipple as I suck in a breath and feel the sensation rock me to my core. It’s almost too much.
“Sensitive.” I practically scream, unsure whether or not if I welcome it or not.
He looks up through his hooded eyes and apologizes. His thumb is rubbing my other nipple and I’m feeling ready to explode.
“Tatum?” He mumbles with his hands about to breach my boxers and underwear, his eyes looking to me for permission. I eagerly nod and bite my lip in anticipation.
He slides my boxers and underwear off, and continues to kiss my lower half, inching his way down my navel and to my hips. He’s lifts my leg and continues his pursuit towards my aching center. He licks the length of my thigh from the back of my knee to right below the melting lava. My breathing is heavy and I just want to bring him up close to me. Suddenly his tongue is sliding the length of my slit and his finger is parting me for him. I can feel the warmth of his breath and I can hear the appreciative hums that are coming from him as he starts caressing me with his mouth.
This is my undoing. This feeling is amazing. This is so not how I imagined my morning to begin.
“Max!” I moan as he sucks on my clit, he gently scrapes it between his tongue and his teeth and I’m flying high and feeling like I’m out of my body. No one has ever touched me this intimately, I’ve never had anyone go downtown on me, and I’m mentally slapping myself for denying myself of this pleasure for my entire existence of my adult years.
Max looks up from between my legs and licks his lips. He looks pleasantly content.
“Did I hurt you?” He asks eventually.
