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Maxwell

I kissed Chloe once before, and I have thought about it at least a hundred times since.

But this kiss is nothing like our first. When our lips connected before, we were both tentative and shy. Neither of us was sure about where the other stood. There was a sense of caution to it.

But this time, all of that is gone. It has been replaced with pent up need, sexual tension, and an unmistakable yearning for more.

This is not just another chaste good night kiss.

This is a full-on, no-holds-barred, hands fisted in hair kind of locking of the lips with all the built-up tension of the last several weeks electrifying the air around us.

At first, there is a small part of my brain that worries she may not be as into this as I am.

I am an intelligent man who is well aware of all the stories of uninterested women being hit on by oblivious men.

I do not want to be the kind of asshole who pushes himself onto someone.

I pull away to ask if this is okay, but she instantly reaches out and grasps at the short hairs on the back of my head, pulling me back in.

Satisfied that she is right here with me, I lean more deeply into the kiss.

I bring my good hand up to the side of her face and slowly brush my fingers down the smooth skin of her cheek and neck.

Our kissing intensifies as my hand travels across her shoulder, down to the small of her back.

I press her toward me, urging her closer despite the tray filled with food and wine in front of us.

She comes to me willingly, gracefully rising up on her knees between kisses, inching closer to me. I push the tray as far away as possible, then grab her gently by the waist and pull her forward until she is straddling me, mess be damned.

She squeaks into my mouth at the sudden change of position, but I can tell she is pleased with the situation when she pulls back to smile down at me. She only allows me to admire her beautiful face for a moment before she leans in for another kiss and lowers her weight onto my lap .

I groan when I feel the heat between her legs pressing against me. It is incredibly hard to be a gentleman right now, though I am not sure that she wants me to.

Where should I draw the line? Should I leave the ball in her court? I am not usually the kind of man who questions what I am doing, but I don’t want to mess things up with this woman. She already means too much to me.

She either picks up on my thoughts or starts having doubts of her own, because I feel the moment her mind kicks on. Her muscles suddenly tense and she pulls away. Her face is flushed, from kissing or embarrassment, I am not quite sure.

“Sorry,” she says, looking over my shoulder at the wall behind us.

“Don't be sorry,” I say, reaching up to push a stray strand of hair out of her face. I shift my body so that I am in her line of sight and smile at her, trying to bring her back around. “There is nothing to apologize for. We are two consenting adults, aren’t we?”

“I suppose you are right,” she says with a small smile. “Okay, then I am not sorry.”

“Good girl,” I say with a laugh.

I start to think that maybe we are out of the woods, but then her eyes flick to mine briefly before she looks away again. “It is just . . . ”

“Is everything okay?” I ask, using my thumb to rub little circles on the back of her neck. “What is it?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What? Of course not. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” she says, shrugging her shoulders and looking away again. “I could swear I could feel you pulling away while we were kissing, that is all.”

I guess I am more of an open book than I thought. That, or she has just learned to read me well.

I nod my head. “You aren’t crazy. I did get in my head a little bit, but only because I was worried that I was messing things up.”

“Messing things up?” she asks with a cute, bewildered look on her face. “With me? How?”

“Yes, you. Who else?” I ask. “I just don’t want to scare you off.” I look up into her face. She is still sitting in my lap, so I have the perfect view of her striking blue eyes that take my breath away every time I look at them.

“Scare me away with your kisses?”

“What if I don’t just want kisses?” I ask, arching an eyebrow at her.

“Cheeky, aren’t you?” she asks as her cheeks turn that cute shade of pink I love so much.

I squeeze the top of her thighs where my hands are resting. “Just crazy about you. ”

“And just what am I supposed to do with that?”

“Get used to it, I guess,” I respond, looking up at her with a confident grin.

“You are something else, aren’t you?” she asks, sizing me up.

I shrug before reaching up and pulling her back down to me. Enough with conversation, with overthinking, with fighting the feelings between us. Clearly, we are both feeling the same way about each other.

After a few minutes of what can only be described as heavily making out, Chloe pulls away again, breathing heavily.

“Won’t I hurt your arm?” Her brows wrinkle together in the sweetest show of concern I have ever seen.

Right now, with her in my lap and my dick as hard as a rock, I am not feeling any pain. I will gladly take whatever tomorrow throws at me if it means that I will get a night with her in return.

“Baby, you could re-break my arm and it would be worth it. Don’t you worry about me.”

“Maxwell!” Chloe exclaims as she giggles. “You have got to be joking.”

Just the sound of my name on her lips makes me horny. I twist, grabbing Chloe’s back with my good hand to bring her with me, then gently lower her onto the bed. I slide down next to her so that we are face to face, being mindful as I position my arm .

“We will just have to be careful,” I say. Judging by the look on her face and the way that she eagerly nods in agreement, she is just as ready for this as I am.

I stare deep into her eyes as I lean in for a kiss.

Just before I get to her mouth, I swerve over to kiss her cheekbone instead, then her cheek, then her jaw.

I move over to her ear and trace the rim with my tongue, then leave a trail of kisses down her neck.

As my lips press against her upper chest, I can feel her heart beating a steady pulse through her skin.

Her hand reaches up and clutches the fabric of my shirt, scrunching it in her fingers as she urges me on.

I grab her dress and try to pull it up, but it is awkward from this angle, so she sits up to pull it over her head herself.

I watch as she slowly reveals her body to me.

First her toned upper thighs, then her small black panties around her hips and her smooth stomach leading up to her beautiful breast held in a matching black bra.

I expect her to lie back down, but instead, she grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it out of my pants, then immediately starts unbuttoning it.

Chloe’s eyes light up at the sight of my chest, but I am too busy devouring her body with my own eyes to focus too much on it. Her full breasts in her lacy black bra rise and fall with her breath, and my mouth waters at the spectacular visual display.

I use my good hand to reach behind her and unclasp the hooks holding her in.

The cups drop slightly as the strap comes loose, deepening her cleavage and revealing more of her beautiful breast. When she finally lets the fabric fall away, I cannot believe the perfection of her body.

Her breasts are full and perky even without the bra, her small areolas are the same soft pink as her lips, and her nipples are nice and firm.

For me.

I lean forward and take one of her hard nipples into my mouth, sucking on the bud and massaging it with my tongue. Chloe arches her back beneath me, pressing herself into my mouth before I move on to the other, giving it the same treatment.

I don’t linger there the way I want to. Instead, I chart a course downward. Her smooth, flat stomach leaves little resistance as I slide down her body, down to the place I really want to be, right between her legs.

I am in the slightest amount of pain, but right now nothing could drag me away. I lick up the seam of her opening and feel the goosebumps that cover her body in reaction.

“Damn, you are sensitive,” I say as the feeling of my dick being crammed between me and the bed becomes even more uncomfortable. I don’t remember a time when I have ever been so hard, and I can’t wait to sink myself inside of her.

But first, she needs to come.

I use my fingers to tease her opening while I find her clit with my tongue .

“Oh, God, Maxwell!” Chloe groans.

It takes everything I have in me not to sit up and drive myself to the deepest part of her, but she is not ready for that yet. And good things come to those who wait, right?

My shoulder is screaming in pain, but I don’t stop eating her pussy as I add another finger and curl them up to hit the spot that makes her scream my name.

“Max!” she screams out as she comes unglued, arching off the bed and writhing in pleasure as she tries to get her breath.

I make my way back up to her head, kissing her once I finally make it.

The pain was worth it to see the blissed-out look on Chloe’s face, like she has died and gone to heaven.

It takes a few seconds before she finally comes back down to earth, but when she does, the smile she gives me is brighter than a thousand suns.

“Mmmm,” she says, reaching her arms up above her head to stretch, leaving me thinking about all manner of other things I could do to her as I watch with rapt attention.

When she brings her arms down, she twists onto her side and kisses me.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but she steals the breath from my lungs with this one, her tongue intertwining with mine in what has got to be the most seductive kiss of my life.