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ever -expanding length, the broad head getting thicker and wider, redder. All the while his gaze shifted from her breasts to her sex, and she wondered how far she could push him. Could she make him come just by looking?
    She balanced herself carefully and lifted a hand to her belly, sliding it up to cup her breast. Max’s gaze followed, his nostrils flaring and mouth parting to draw in more air. He liked that. Liked watching. So she ran a fingertip around her nipple, again, until it puckered into a hard knot. She lightly trailed her fingers to her other breast and did the same, noting that Max’s pace had slowed, though he looked ready to burst at any moment.
    “I thought I was supposed to make you come,” he whispered.
    She flicked her tongue over her lips and smiled at him. “I want to watch you first.”
    “ Chloe. ”
    “Hmm?” she murmured, moving her hand down her belly and between her legs. She’d never touched herself like that. She’d masturbated when her sensual needs became too much, but she’d ground against a blanket or pillow, teased herself that way, but not by touching.
    Whatever Max had been about to say was forgotten when she fingered her clit. Her hand trembled, but she forced herself to continue, to see this experience through because it was yet another memory made with Max.
    She ran the pad of her finger over the nub again, shocked by the onslaught of tension that filled her belly. Because Max watched?
    “Don’t stop,” Max ordered.
    She wanted to take him to task for not remembering this was her time to command him, but didn’t.
    Max continued to fist himself in the bath, while she circled her clit, learning the shape and feel and…where it felt the best. One finger was enough to tease, but two on either side left her shivering.
    “Yes. Chloe, beautiful, keep going.”
    Her intent had been to see Max bring himself to climax but her gaze kept lifting to his face, his eyes. His expression. Every stroke of her fingers pleasured him , and he made no attempt to hide the fact.
    Her body was moistening. She could feel the wetness slipping from her, and it had nothing to do with the bath water. She inhaled a strangled breath and bit her lower lip, dipping a finger very close to her entry to gather up the silkiness and spread it over her.
    “Yesss,” Max growled. “I can taste you, baby. You’re still in my mouth. I want to taste you again.”
    “Come first.” He didn’t see pleased by her request to climax without being inside her. “I want to see you like that, Max. Please.”
    “Push a finger inside you. Let me watch.”
    Oh, she couldn’t. That was too much. Wasn’t it?
    “Push a finger in or I get to taste you again right now.”
    She’d come then. Instantly. Amazingly. But that wasn’t the goal.
    Chloe wet her lips again and when she exhaled she circled her clit twice more before sliding her finger inside.
    Max’s fist picked up speed, and even though her finger was small and not nearly enough to please her, the sight obviously pleased Max. She hiked her knees a bit higher to give herself better access, and fingered her entry in slow thrusts, letting her thumb graze her clit each time. It felt good. And maybe she could eventually get herself off, but it wasn’t nearly as satisfactory as Max with his big, thick cock.
    “Faster,” Max ordered.
    She did as she was told, her gaze on his hand as Max matched her movements, a low groan exiting his chest before long streams began to spurt out of him and arch across the water like a fountain. His expression was beautiful. Intense, yes, but masculine and powerful. Vulnerable. She liked seeing him climax from the distance between them, liked knowing she had the ability to make it happen.
    Max stopped pumping his cock into his hand, inhaling and exhaling with a low groan. His gaze fastened on hers and she knew the moment he realized she hadn’t orgasmed with him. “Taste me,” she said softly. Then she added, “Make me