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keep from crying out.
    His fingers played again, stroking her outer
lips before pulling them apart. He was looking at her, there. But
when his tongue swiped her inner lips from core to clit, she didn’t
care. She only cared about the sensations he was causing in her
body.
    Arousal tingled and traveled through her body
and her breasts felt fuller, heavier as her nipples tightened. God,
how they needed to be pinched and pulled. The feelings didn’t stop
there though. They traveled, skittering along her nerves, making
her feel as if her entire body was being touched and stroked.
    Max’s tongue continued its exploration of her
heat, licking and sucking from clit to core and back again. He
paused occasionally to thrust his tongue into her opening, flicking
her inner walls and running his tongue around the rim. Damn, she
needed something in there! She’d never craved something as much as
she was craving a cock, a finger, something!
    As if reading her mind, one of Max’s hands
abandoned its post of holding her open to him to thrust into her
heat. Arching her back, she cried out, thankful for the large
fingers filling her.
    “That’s it, Gilly. Damn, so sweet.” His
tongue swirled around her clit, causing her to moan and grind
against his mouth.
    “So.” Lick.
    “Fucking.” Flick.
    “Sweet.” Suck.
    It was the sucking that did it. She lost
control. Her hands flew to tangle in his hair, pressing his head
tighter against her pussy as she shifted and moved against him. His
fingers, damn, his fingers did something magical within her
body. They thrust and shifted in time with her movements until they
pressed against her body in a way she’d never experienced.
    Gillian’s body clenched and tightened as she
focused on the sensations Max was coaxing from her body. The
muscles lining her inner core clenched and tightened around his
fingers of their own volition. She’d lost the ability to restrain
her body’s response to him. His mouth latched onto her aching,
pulsing clit and he sucked and flicked in time with his hand as he
pushed her closer to completion. And she wanted it, wanted it so
badly she could almost taste it.
    His fingers worked her slick passage,
thrusting, moving and sliding against that one special motion that
made her body writhe in pleasure. The orgasm she’d been coaching
and begging her body for burst forth in a tidal wave of sensation
washing over her from head to toe, only to recede and rush forth
again and again. Like a tightly strung string on a bow, she
snapped, her back arching, as she pressed against his mouth and
fingers as she screamed his name.
    “Max!”
    His mouth never stopped, his fingers
continued. He kept time with her breathing, slowing as she did,
allowing her to float languidly down from her orgasm high and back
to earth, to his arms. He pressed soft kisses to her thighs, her
mound, as she came back to herself. Relaxing into the cushions with
a sigh, she whimpered when he withdrew his hand and watched in awe
as he licked his fingers clean.
    “Delicious. Thank you, Gilly.”
    “Thank me?”
    Max rose up on all fours and crawled over
her, pressing his considerable bulge to the juncture of her thighs.
She could feel his hardness through his jeans and she felt needy,
wanting.
    He pressed his lips to her neck, inhaling as
he rained kisses beneath her ear and along her jaw.
    “Yes. Thank you for trusting me and sharing
that bit of yourself with me.”
    He pulled back, brushing a kiss across her
lips, her tongue snaked out, hoping for a kiss, but instead she was
met with a hint of her own musk. Her arousal grew anew. Never had
she done anything so risqué before. But before she had a chance to
search out more of her own flavor on his lips, he lifted his body
off of hers and stood next to the couch.
    “Come on, Gilly. Conner and Ronan are almost
home, let’s get you changed.”
    His wicked smile was back and he winked at
her before hoisting her body off the couch. Good thing he was