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Chapter 5

“Be careful with me,” she’d whispered, her voice hesitant.

Those four words had nearly been his undoing. In them he heard more than the obvious. He heard her telling him something more, something his heart recognized as meaningful, deep and pure.

After placing her on the bed, he’d made quick work of his own clothes, shucking his slacks from his body, nearly ripping his shirt from his chest in his haste to feel her skin on his.

He watched her in the soft amber glow as she in turn kept her gaze on him.

Watching him undress.

His dick thumped against his shorts. He withdrew his wallet from his slacks and quickly, deftly, removed three of the tiny square foil wrappers. It would be enough to start.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked, his voice rough as he turned to face her. He saw her eyes widen at the three condoms. He kept their gazes locked as he drew his shorts down his legs.

She inhaled a swift breath, her eyes widening even more as she took all of him in.

His laugh was low and purely masculine.

“Yes,” she breathed, her tongue coming out to snake across her full, beautiful lips. And just like that, she had his cock swelling in response. From just one glance at his cock.

If he wasn’t careful, this would be over before he started.

His inclination had been to strip her clothes from her body and see just how beautiful she was, naked and exposed beneath him.

He’d forced himself to chill and try his damnedest to take it slow and not scare her. So he started at her feet, removing the sexy high heels after carefully untying the pretty ribbon tied in a loopy bow.

He brought her leg close to his after slipping the shoes from her feet, one by one, and ran his face along the silky skin, his eyes closing shut.

When he placed her dainty foot in his palm, he brought it instinctively to his mouth, his eyes seeking hers.

He ran his tongue over the top, up the length until he reached her ankle, his tongue stroking and licking the smooth skin.

When she moaned softly, he bit back a groan.

She was so responsive to his touch. His dick hardened painfully.

“God, your skin is so soft, so smooth,” he said, and allowed his hands to run up the length of her thighs. She moaned as he found her panties and pulled them down, past her knees, her legs, until finally he tossed them to the floor.

“We won’t be needing those.” His voice was heavy with need.

He brought his mouth to her thighs, working upward, his tongue leaving a hot, wet trail as he moved up her body. When he stopped at the junction of her thighs, he felt her body tremble.

Slowly, he lifted her dress, easing it up and away, releasing the front ties of the wraparound dress to reveal her beautiful naked body as she lay before him like an erotic offering.

He nearly came on the spot. He grabbed his cock unconsciously as he beheld her beauty.

He’d had an idea what she would look like naked, but no way in hell could he have imagined she’d look like this.

His hands came out to grasp her tiny waist loosely as he stared, transfixed with her magnificence. Her hips were full and jutted out enough to make a man salivate. He stared at her high, firm breasts and imagined the feel of them in his hands.

Slowly he traced up the length of her body to take the small, perfectly sculpted globes into his hands. Like her ass, her breasts had just the right amount of...overflow. He bounced them lightly, stroking a finger across the nipples, and groaned when the dark wine nubs hardened beneath his probing fingers.

Perfection.

She laughed softly, bringing him out of his dazed fascination. Her full mouth curved upward. Her feminine laughter mirrored his earlier one. It was the kind of soft laugh that let a man know his woman knew exactly what she was working with...and what she was doing to him.

Max’s dick was hard as granite, yet he forced himself to go slowly. He ran an appreciative glance down her body.

She allowed her legs to drop to the side so that her pretty kitty was exposed. He brought a hand up to stroke across it.

Although her hair was cut low, she had a tiny tuft right above her lips. He ran a finger over the curls and a growl of need broke from his throat.

“So damn fine...even your pretty pussy is fine,” he said roughly.

He brought his eyes to meet hers. There was an air of expectancy in the room. One they both knew would be fulfilled....

He went down on her.

Placing his hands beneath the bend of her legs, he lifted her thighs, nudged them apart and lowered his head.

His tongue stroked one long caress across her pussy, end to end, from the back of her entry to the tip of her clit. He laved and sucked.

Her moans filled the room as she tossed on the bed.

He chuckled low, lightly against her pussy. He knew she loved his oral loving. Truth was, he loved giving it to her just as much.

Her scent, her taste were unique and different. Intoxicating.

He paused and heard her whimper. “Shh...I’ll take care of you, baby. I just need time with this pretty kitty of yours,” he said, his fingers coming out to separate her lips. “Is that okay?” he asked as she moaned, unable to answer him.

He separated her lips with his fingers and groaned at the sight of her glistening inner lips. It made his balls tingle when he noted that the inner skin of her lips was a slightly lighter shade of brown than her outer lips, the contrast sexy as hell to him. He dipped his fingers inside and gently skewered them in her body, withdrawing her moisture. He brought it to his lips and sucked her juices clean.

His nostrils flared as her heady, unique smell of arousal engulfed him, making his balls tighten and his cock thump, hard, painfully, against his thigh.

“Max...” she groaned, her feminine pleas for him to continue making his own breath catch.

“Okay, baby...I’ll give you what you need,” he said. “Do you trust me?” he asked. And as badly as he just wanted to do her, suck her and fuck her, her trust was...important. More important than his raging hard-on. More important than the fact that he didn’t know if he’d ever felt like this about a woman he’d been around for such a short time. Much less not had communication with outside of one time.

He waited for her reply, as hard as it was to do that and not touch her. She nodded her head, her tongue coming out to lick her lower lip. “Please...make love to me.”

That was all Max needed to hear.

He brought his face down again, to her entry.

He gloried in her pussy, suckling the clit deep into his mouth as his tongue came out and flicked rapid strokes over her lips. He couldn’t get enough.

Her moans and cries filled the room as he continued laving her, his tongue doing to her what his cock would soon be doing, stroking, fucking...loving.

He knew she was close to the edge. Max’s index finger came out to feather over her tuft as he continued stroking her, using his mouth, lips, tongue and fingers to bring her to screaming release.

He didn’t stop suckling her until her cries stopped and her trembling body collapsed.

He moved his head, taking in her glistening pussy, the sexy way her legs were wide open, her dress not completely shed from her body as she lay on top of it.

Sexy as hell. He grabbed his shaft, running a finger over the top, feeling his own precome as he stared down at the woman who, for whatever reason, had become more important to him than any other woman had in all of his thirty-two years.

The thought should have scared the shit out of Max.

But it didn’t. He reached over for the first condom of the night....

“I’m not through with you yet...”

Her drowsy eyes flew open.