passionate. Max felt like the
luckiest man in the world. The small pink buds of her breasts
hardened with the slight breath he blew on them. When he
took one tip in his mouth, her moan set him trembling.
He'd made love to many women, but had he actually
trembled before? Shuddered during orgasm, yes... but small
anticipatory tremors before he buried himself deep inside, no.
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This was his soul mate, and this was how making love was
supposed to be. She felt it too, he could tell. Everywhere he
touched, she responded. Every kiss was earth shattering.
He wanted to take her hard and fast, but there was no way
he would rush this moment. A lifetime he waited for a lover
such as her, and now she was here. His.
Reaching for the layer of her jeans, he slipped his fingers
over the zipper. Her hips moved, giving him room to remove
the offending clothing. Lace panties, similar to what he saw
her in the night before kept her most private parts hidden.
But he could almost taste her desire, pheromones filled the
room, his and hers. Their scent together intoxicated him.
She kicked free of her pants while he explored her
stomach with his tongue, his hand followed the curve of her
hip which arched in offering to him. He let his hand linger on
her thigh until she opened for him. A slight resistance came
when he dipped his head lower.
She eased back. Her eyes remained closed as he stroked
his fingers over the thin material before removing it. Soft
blonde curls covered her core. He smiled knowing she wasn't
a bottle blonde after all. No, there was nothing fake about
this woman.
His woman!
Her hands tried tugging him up and away from her, but he
wouldn't have it. He needed to taste her. He kissed the inside
of her thigh, the higher he moved the more she tugged him
away. "Let me, Janet," he told her, coaxing her thighs apart.
She stared at him, eyes wide with passion. "I've never, no
one has ever."
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Smiling in surprise, he ogled at what he had every
intention of having. "No one has done this to you before?"
"No, not that. Sex yes, but not..."
Max smiled in triumph, he'd had no illusions about her
being a virgin, but to know he would give her a pleasure no
one had given before gave making love to her a new light.
Like a child staring at a massive birthday cake, Max could
hardly wait to dig in.
Without asking, he stroked up one side of her folds with
one long lap of his tongue. She groaned. Her head fell back
on the bed.
He slid one finger into her moist heat. God, she was so
ready, so hot. Max worried he would lose control.
Closer, he spread her open for his tongue to explore, to
love. He found her sensitive nub and sucked it into his mouth.
Her moan had him glancing up. Her arms stretched over her
head, her hands held on to the post of his bed.
He dug in again this time moving back and forth until he
felt her body rising to meet him.
"Oh, my..." he heard her cry. He stopped briefly to watch
but her hands flew to his head guiding him back. "Don't stop,
please, Max."
He gave in to her demands and continued the gentle pulls
of her sex with his mouth until he felt her stiffen. Moving
faster, he relished her release as if it was his own. Her cries
came, not in hushed whispers but roars and groans. She
shuddered all around him, giving him the gift of knowing he
was the only one to have her in this way.
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Max's erection throbbed for release. He crawled up her
body. Her smile gave him such pleasure.
"I had no idea it would be so amazing."
"The men in your life were selfish."
Her hands reached for him, stroked his length outside his
jeans. "You're ruining me for anyone else."
"That's the idea," he said before taking her lips to his.
He helped her remove his pants. When she closed her
hands around him, his moan rumbled deep within the back of
his