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Fade into You (Fade #1) Page 13
Author: Kate Dawes

And that’s what I did. My hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers and before I knew it my fingers were touching the base of his erection. I moved my hand to wrap it around his girth, and felt how thick he was.

Max’s hands came up to the sides of my face, and he pulled me to his mouth. A searing hot kiss followed as my hand explored his length. The skin was velvety soft, sheathing the hardest and biggest cock I’d ever felt. A rush of excitement burst through me as I thought about how I was the object of his driving desire.

“God, Olivia, your touch is so perfect.”

He kissed me again as he unhooked my bra. My breasts felt heavy and he took each of them in his hands, cupping them, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs.

I kissed his neck and down his chest and stomach, lowering myself to my knees. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. My first look at his cock. It was long and thick, sticking straight out and twitching with eagerness. It seemed like I looked at it for several minutes, but I know it was only seconds. Just as I was about to take him into my mouth he touched my shoulder and urged me to stand.

Max wrapped his hands around my waist. “I want you on the couch.” He lifted me with ease and took the few steps toward the couch, setting me down on my back.

“I’ve wanted to taste you all day,” he said, kissing down my neck, my chest, stopping at each nipple and tracing rings around them with his tongue. They hardened into tight peaks under his movements.

Max was kneeling on the floor as I lay sort of sidelong on the couch. He pulled my underwear down my legs swiftly, almost yanking them, and at that moment I wouldn’t have cared if he’d torn them off of me.

He raised my legs with one of his large, strong hands holding my ankles together, and removed my heels.

He licked the backs of each calf, then down behind my knees, where it almost tickled a little, but this was too hot an experience for tickling. Down my thighs, kissing, sucking…staying there, sucking…

Was he giving me a hickey on the back of my thigh? Marking me? Whoa.

When he parted my legs, he guided one to drape over his shoulder. He pushed the other out, far, spreading me wide open just as he’d done on the couch in his office.

“I love it when you’re so open for me,” he said, echoing my thoughts.

“Max…” My voice trailed off. I couldn’t get any words out. I’m not even sure what I would have said, anyway.

He kissed the inside of each thigh, lingering a little on the second one, opening his mouth and letting his teeth drag along my skin. Then buried his face between my legs, his tongue fluttering along my wet flesh.

Max used his fingers to part me, exposing my overly excited clit to him. When his tongue made first contact with it, I wanted to stay like that for a while, maybe hours, maybe days…I just didn’t want him to stop.

My hips rolled along with his touch—his tongue making circular movements around my clit, my body making movements in the opposite direction, creating a friction like none other I’d ever felt. My body was begging for it and Max was giving me all I could handle.

I was insanely turned on by the noises he made—moaning and almost growling in his own pleasure, pleasure he was deriving from pleasing me.

“Max, I’m so close…”

I felt his hot breath on me as he spoke between licks. “Come for me. Come in my mouth.”

“Don’t stop.”

I writhed along with his tongue strokes, the orgasm jolting through me. My stomach muscles flexed, relaxed, repeated, and my body shook as I threw my head back into the pillow and cried out his name.

He moaned, adding a vibration to the licking, and the orgasm intensified as it rocked through every inch of my body.

As the orgasm was subsiding, Max stayed where he was, kissing my inner thighs. After a moment, he moved up over me, his mouth immediately going to mine. I felt the hunger in his kiss—deep, passionate, wanting, needing.

He knelt between my legs and ripped open the foil packet holding the condom. I watched as he rolled it down his magnificent length. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I wanted more. I needed more.

My head rolled to one side when he put his hand beside it on the couch. The weight of him and the forcefulness with which he moved causing the cushion to give way. My arms were just over my head. Max grabbed them both with one hand, holding my wrists together like he’d done with my ankles, pinning me in place on the couch.

I watched his face. His lips pressed together, his nostrils flared, and his eyes were staring hard at me with lust. I was underneath a man who was intent on having me, owning me sexually, driving toward his own release.

“Ready, Olivia?”

I nodded.

“Good, because I was going to fuck you either way.”

I felt the head of his cock notch between my folds. He pushed a little and I took the first inch or so.

“You’re so tight.”

“Uh huh…” The pitch of my voice was high again. Max had a way of making me sound unlike my usual self.

He pushed in all the way in one hard thrust, sending my head back into the pillow as my back and neck arched, taking all of him in. I felt his balls against me.

I gasped. Max was so hard, so big, so deep, I wasn’t sure I could take any more without coming fast.

His mouth went to my neck and I felt his lips suck on my skin, then his tongue lapping at me as he said my name again and pulled back—almost all the way out, then drove back inside me with a long stroke.

I’d never been controlled like this during sex before, never had a man hold my wrists and possess me like this. I’d never even thought about it. There might have been an uncomfortable, even scary, aspect to it, but Max did it with great skill. Totally in control, and totally focused on our pleasure.

His hips rocked back and forth, then in an almost circular motion, as his cock filled me and touched every part of my swollen core.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled.

He lowered his head to my chest and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked it in softly, but then pressed his lips together, teasing and pulling my nipple to its full hardness. Max looked at it, licked it, and then gave the same attention to the other one.

He let my hands go and he placed his hands on either side of me. I reached up and felt his upper arms flex. They held his weight as he fucked me harder. Max was almost fierce in his thrusts. His breathing was getting deeper and shorter.

He was stroking pleasure into me as he stroked himself to his own pleasure. I wanted him to get off on it and have the best orgasm he’d ever had.

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