Tasha laughed. Her genius had obviously missed one line of study. “You’ll survive. Now move, I need you to move.”
Pleasure streaked his face as he pulled out slowly, then surged back in. The sensation of heat spread outward, each thrust drawing her climax closer and closer. Max reached down and pressed her right leg farther to the side. The angle of his penetration changed as he made contact with her clit, and she was the one to hiss in reaction.
The sounds of their bodies moving together echoed strangely off the unfinished walls, louder and more feral than usual. Wet noises, the grunts and groans that escaped their lips. The gasp of pleasure she made when he caught one of her nipples in his teeth and bit lightly on the tip. She was getting close when he froze, his cock jerking within her, heat expanding between them. He moaned her name with his release, and even having been denied her own orgasm, she couldn’t help but smile.
She’d made him happy, and the thought of all those active swimmers on the loose—well, she didn’t need to climax for them to work.
He lowered himself on top of her, kissing her face and sighing in her ear as he lay still for a minute. “Damn. Sorry, I was a little excited.”
Tasha laughed lightly as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her body hovered on the edge of release, but she still wasn’t too disappointed. “It’s okay. I think the simultaneous climax thing takes practice.”
Max shook his head. “Practice? I’m all for that. But in the meantime…”
He took her lips in a searing kiss before rising and giving her a sexier-than-sin smile. Then he made his way down her body, nibbling and kissing as he went. By the time he’d reached her sex she was back up to borderline ecstasy, ready to roll over the line with the slightest provocation. His tongue on her clit was more than enough, pleasure breaking in her core with a steady pulse. Tasha let the orgasm wash over her, taking away the tension of the past days, letting even her obsession with what this could be starting slip aside for a moment.
It’s about making a baby.
But it wasn’t. So she didn’t protest when he returned up her level and rolled over, taking her with him. His cock nestled against her body, her torso draped over him.
“Give me a minute, and we’ll start again.”
Long slow strokes with his hands over her back followed as he kissed her, and she didn’t mind a bit he’d been fast out of the gate. He scratched lightly, then rubbed small circles. A lazy sensation somewhere between pleasure and relaxation floated over her. The sexual tension faded slightly, at least until he cupped her ass and started playing. When he slid a finger along her cheek folds, a corresponding spark flared in her sex.
His touch was hot. Hotter than she’d expected, and she’d expected a lot. He lowered his hands to her hips and shifted her, and it was clear his erection was a lot bigger than she remembered it to be.
Ah, the energy of the young. “Damn that was quick.”
“What can I say?” He suckled on her earlobe for a moment. “I’ve got a great motivator.”
She was impressed, especially when she wiggled herself up to a sitting position and there was no doubt he was primed again.
He grinned. “Cocked and fully loaded.”
“Cocky, you mean.” Tasha lifted her hips and took him in, moving slow enough to appreciate every inch of the firmness piercing her body. He reached up and helped lift her a few times before he got distracted. Both hands deserted her hips to enfold her breasts, their heavy weight making them sway as she moved in an easy rhythm.
Max growled, a sexy, needy sound, deep in his chest. “I’m gonna admit that I like these very much. You’ve got a great ass, Tasha, but your breasts have given me the dirtiest dreams for the longest time.”
There was too much going on in her body to come up with a response. The sensations continued to build as she undulated over him. His fingers teased her skin, a light touch then harder. His smile lit up the room as he arched his hips, aligning her into position so he could pump upward easier. The speed of his motions increased, his cock pistoning in and out so fast she thought it might be the friction between them heating her up.
Max let out a rough grumble of pleasure, then slowed his pace.
He slid one hand away from her breast, abandoning it to reach between her legs. His thumb made contact with her clit and she squeaked involuntarily. Sensory overload approached as he kept up the pressure on her sensitive clit. He continued to drive his cock into her as his other hand teased her nipples.
Tasha closed her eyes and rode, letting the pleasure of all the different touches stroke her desire higher and higher until her climax burst out, shaking her body. Wave after wave brought her passage tight around his shaft. He slowed his hips, his rhythm broken into uneven thrusts that somehow drew out her orgasm, her sheath clutching his cock with each withdrawal.
Utterly spent, she lay over him, blood pounding through her system, but she wasn’t allowed to relax into sleep. He flipped them again, this time withdrawing from her body, then pressing her to her belly and pulling her hips into the air. He was back inside her in an instant, her hips angled high as he thrust.
“Oh, that feels good.” Tasha wiggled her hips, pivoting to take him better. He snuck a hand around her body and caught hold of her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. “Oh yeah, that feels really good.”
The man was a machine. He pushed her into another climax in only a few minutes, the force of his thick cock plunging deep into her sex making it impossible to escape the pleasure coming to wipe her out. Euphoric pleasure made her giddy, and the tingling in her core had spread to her extremities. And he still didn’t come.
“You’re killing me,” Tasha groaned. He’d turned her to her back, crawled between her legs, and was planting lazy kisses on the inside of her thighs.
“Nope. I’m finally getting what I’ve longed for. Besides, we’ve got all night.”
“I didn’t think we were going to have sex all night—Max!”
He licked everywhere. It took a concentrated effort to ignore the embarrassment factor and stop from squirming away. His tongue tickled her clit, descended along the side of her labia, crossed the divide to circle between her butt cheeks. If she weren’t half boneless from her climax she’d have complained more. As it was, the noises of delight he made as he explored, the wet sounds of his tongue and his fingers against her nether lips, all of it made her hotter.
He spoke against her sex, kissing lightly between the words. “You are beautiful, everywhere. The way you look, the way you taste. I can’t get enough of you.” Another sweep, and she shivered. The temperatures outside had begun to drop, but the heat in here was just fine, thank you very much.
Suddenly, he was inside her again, hunger for more written in all his actions, his every touch. He started slow and gentle, then caught on fire, pounding into her body like a madman, driving in hard. The muscles in his shoulder and forearms bulged as he held himself over her. His hips surged forward, and she pressed her heels down into the mattress to meet him. There was no possible way she could be ready to climax so soon, but somehow, she was. He had played her body so well that this wild act was exactly what she needed to be able to rise back up one final time. Their bodies slammed together. Tasha waited for a single second to take her away. When it came, it was a lightning strike—hard, immediate. It exploded out in magnificent blast. Her core tightened and a harsh groan escaped his lips and Max rocked unsteadily, his face twisted in a grimace, this time one of ecstasy.
There was too much heat, too much pleasure, to do anything other than stay in one place and wait for the earth to settle. Her heart pounded, their breathing echoed harshly off the walls. Contentment filled her. Okay, that had been spectacular, no matter what ulterior reason they had.