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melt around it.
Max knew she was fully relaxed when she no longer flinched at his many surprises, but instead moved her hips to increase the pressure he was applying. She was lost in sensation, completely open to him, eager to take whatever he gave her. That’s when he moved in for the kill.
His tongue swirling and flicking, he moved to her center, the core of her pleasure. “Ah!” she cried as he gently suckled at her, his fingers entering her at the same time.
He was lost in her. The world ceased to exist. The only thing that mattered was lying in front of him, squirming and grinding into his loving mouth. His own desires were forgotten as he poured everything he had into pleasing Bethany. Happiness — and, he would freely admit, pride — swelled in him when she fisted the bedspread in both hands and cried out his name.
“Max! Oh, God, Max!”
Her hips bucked but he held firm, never letting her shake him off, continuing his attentions as she climaxed on his tongue over and over again. He could do this all night. But as her movements finally subsided, so did his. Gently, he gave her one last kiss before crawling up to lie beside her and hold her spasming body.
“Holy shit, Max,” she panted. “That was…” She couldn’t catch her breath, which made him smile. He would never get tired of taking her breath away. His lips on hers stopped further conversation.
A sheen of perspiration glimmered on her magnificent curves. While she recovered, head nestled on his shoulder, his free hand skimmed her damp skin. Hills and valleys, curves and straightaways, he couldn’t get enough of touching her. His hand finally came to rest on the peak of her tummy. She reached up and their fingers entwined on the mound. A sharp bump from inside surprised them both, sending them into a fit of giggles.
Bethany turned on her side and draped a leg across his, snuggling deep into his side — her favorite sleeping position now that she was farther along in the pregnancy. Slowly, sleepily, she caressed his chest and dipped lower. Max could tell she was worn out, and truth be told, so was he. It had been a long day for both of them, and what they needed now was sleep. He pulled her hand to his lips and gave the palm a kiss before flicking off the lamp and pulling the covers over them.
“But what about you?” she whispered, already well on her way to dreamland.
“Shh, I have everything I need right here."
M ax sat on the edge of the bed clicking the TV’s remote control, barely pausing to see what was on any given channel before clicking past it. Weird genetic quirk or not, he’s still just a guy , Bethany mused as she put the last of her clothes in the dresser drawer and tucked her empty bag in the closet. The mirrored sliding doors gave her a perfect view of Max zoning out in front of the tube, which is why she noticed his flinch when someone knocked at the door.
“Get in the bathroom,” he whispered to Bethany.
“Jumpy much, Max? It’s just room service.”
“Shh! I know. Now do as I say. Get in there and don’t make a sound.” He nearly leaped across the room to guide her into the bathroom, finger to his lips as he quietly shut the door.
“Ridiculous,” she mumbled as she settled herself on the toilet lid. I hope they cleaned this recently , she thought, remembering the horror stories she’d seen on any number of news programs.
She heard Max talking to someone, the someone replying, what sounded like a cart being wheeled in and then the door closing. Not wanting to set him on edge any more than he already was, she sat quietly until he opened the door.
“Coast is clear,” he said, opening the door — and he was serious!
His overprotectiveness reminded her of her brothers. Trying not to roll her eyes, Bethany moved to the cart and pulled the lids from the plates. Mmm, bacon, eggs, French toast…they know how to eat up here.
She eyed the carafe of coffee, knowing she couldn’t have
Max knew she was fully relaxed when she no longer flinched at his many surprises, but instead moved her hips to increase the pressure he was applying. She was lost in sensation, completely open to him, eager to take whatever he gave her. That’s when he moved in for the kill.
His tongue swirling and flicking, he moved to her center, the core of her pleasure. “Ah!” she cried as he gently suckled at her, his fingers entering her at the same time.
He was lost in her. The world ceased to exist. The only thing that mattered was lying in front of him, squirming and grinding into his loving mouth. His own desires were forgotten as he poured everything he had into pleasing Bethany. Happiness — and, he would freely admit, pride — swelled in him when she fisted the bedspread in both hands and cried out his name.
“Max! Oh, God, Max!”
Her hips bucked but he held firm, never letting her shake him off, continuing his attentions as she climaxed on his tongue over and over again. He could do this all night. But as her movements finally subsided, so did his. Gently, he gave her one last kiss before crawling up to lie beside her and hold her spasming body.
“Holy shit, Max,” she panted. “That was…” She couldn’t catch her breath, which made him smile. He would never get tired of taking her breath away. His lips on hers stopped further conversation.
A sheen of perspiration glimmered on her magnificent curves. While she recovered, head nestled on his shoulder, his free hand skimmed her damp skin. Hills and valleys, curves and straightaways, he couldn’t get enough of touching her. His hand finally came to rest on the peak of her tummy. She reached up and their fingers entwined on the mound. A sharp bump from inside surprised them both, sending them into a fit of giggles.
Bethany turned on her side and draped a leg across his, snuggling deep into his side — her favorite sleeping position now that she was farther along in the pregnancy. Slowly, sleepily, she caressed his chest and dipped lower. Max could tell she was worn out, and truth be told, so was he. It had been a long day for both of them, and what they needed now was sleep. He pulled her hand to his lips and gave the palm a kiss before flicking off the lamp and pulling the covers over them.
“But what about you?” she whispered, already well on her way to dreamland.
“Shh, I have everything I need right here."
M ax sat on the edge of the bed clicking the TV’s remote control, barely pausing to see what was on any given channel before clicking past it. Weird genetic quirk or not, he’s still just a guy , Bethany mused as she put the last of her clothes in the dresser drawer and tucked her empty bag in the closet. The mirrored sliding doors gave her a perfect view of Max zoning out in front of the tube, which is why she noticed his flinch when someone knocked at the door.
“Get in the bathroom,” he whispered to Bethany.
“Jumpy much, Max? It’s just room service.”
“Shh! I know. Now do as I say. Get in there and don’t make a sound.” He nearly leaped across the room to guide her into the bathroom, finger to his lips as he quietly shut the door.
“Ridiculous,” she mumbled as she settled herself on the toilet lid. I hope they cleaned this recently , she thought, remembering the horror stories she’d seen on any number of news programs.
She heard Max talking to someone, the someone replying, what sounded like a cart being wheeled in and then the door closing. Not wanting to set him on edge any more than he already was, she sat quietly until he opened the door.
“Coast is clear,” he said, opening the door — and he was serious!
His overprotectiveness reminded her of her brothers. Trying not to roll her eyes, Bethany moved to the cart and pulled the lids from the plates. Mmm, bacon, eggs, French toast…they know how to eat up here.
She eyed the carafe of coffee, knowing she couldn’t have
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