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Ella nodded, taking note, lost in her body’s overt reaction to Max’s.

She pressed closer against Max’s thigh, rocking her hips to inch closer to release.

Accommodating her, Max removed the thigh and slid her hips between Ella’s legs instead, rubbing herself back and forth like a gift.

“Oh, fuck,” and then pumping her hips, matching Ella’s rhythm.

There was no way she could come from this alone, but to her utter shock, the pressure at her core began to climb.

What was happening? The friction became a relentless beat, a pulse that vibrated through Ella’s every nerve ending.

Max’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips, the noise so incredibly sexy that Ella undoubtedly became wetter.

Her earlier disbelief began to crumble, giving way to a singular focus on the rising tide within.

Then something shifted. The shooting sensations skyrocketed, and cool air caressed her skin.

Max had slid down her body and was sucking her clit.

God. She clawed the bedding beneath her like a lifeline.

Desperately reaching, she arched up in search of what was so close, rushing to her.

With Max’s arms around her thighs, she pumped her hips rapidly until finally, the pressure broke like a speeding train, and she was rocked by a staggering wave of pleasure that moved from her center outward to every inch of her body.

She shook against it, falling into a wonderful oblivion.

When she opened her eyes, Max was straddling her stomach, watching her with reverence, as she rode out the remaining shockwaves.

“You are so beautiful.” She leaned down and placed a slow kiss beneath Ella’s jaw, her hair tickling Ella’s bare skin. “And that was worth every moment I had to wait.”

“You were waiting for me?”

“Are you kidding me? Since the first night we met. Couldn’t get you out of my mind. I wanted you right here.”

Holding Max right where she was, Ella pushed into a sitting position and stared up at Max, now in her arms. “We are such a storm. That was unreal.”

Max nodded, her eyes darker than Ella had ever seen them. “Complicated and powerful, but it’s sexy as hell.”

They came together again in a kiss fueled by passion and the kind of desire that Ella had only read about until Max.

Their mouths moved in hunger, tasting, nipping, exploring.

She kneaded Max’s breasts, loving the weight of them in her hands, realizing that she was now very much a breast girl.

With Max’s nipple in her mouth, she slipped her hand between her legs and smiled at how so very ready she already was.

She began to stroke, moving through wet folds that felt so fucking wonderful.

Max moaned and went up on her knees, granting Ella even better access.

She joined her there, kissing Max’s neck, the same expanse of skin that had her captivated at book club for weeks.

“Lie down,” she whispered, “and open your legs for me.”

Max complied, and Ella followed her to the now rumpled sheets beneath them.

She stretched out on one forearm alongside Max, letting her breasts sway as she continued to touch, play, and explore with her hand to the sounds Max offered up like signposts.

That is, until she followed her urge and slipped inside.

Max gasped as she entered her, her eyes slamming shut as Ella began to move, pressing deeper and sliding out, seeking out a rhythm she let Max set.

“Yes. More. God. Just like that,” Max said, her voice a ghost of what it usually was.

Ella moved faster and let her thumb glide gently over Max’s clit.

Max whimpered beneath the touch, and Ella felt the way her body opened further, welcoming her in.

It was heady—how responsive Max was. Ella moved with slow, deliberate thrusts, watching the muscles in Max’s stomach shift, the way her hands gripped the sheets for something to hold on to.

All the while, Ella couldn’t stop looking at her.

Max—naked, vulnerable, and utterly gorgeous in the low light—was a vision Ella knew she’d never be able to forget.

She kissed along her shoulder, tasting salt and skin, letting her lips linger as her hand kept working in a rhythm that made Max's hips press back into her.

The sounds Max made were addictive. Ella found herself chasing them, adjusting her angle, pressing a little deeper just to hear more. Her own center ached all over again, but this moment wasn’t about that. It was about Max and the way she fell apart under Ella’s touch.

She could live right here.

Ella pressed her forehead to Max’s chest, breath catching. “You feel so good,” she whispered, her voice rough with want. “God, Max, you’re perfect. I love fucking you. I want to see what you look like when you come.”

Max nodded, obedient, breathing rapidly. Ella lowered herself between Max’s legs and pulled Max into her mouth, swirling her clit with the tip of her tongue. Skating it with her teeth, sucking gently until the sounds Max made grew louder and louder.

Ella raised her gaze to watch, not stopping, but not wanting to miss a second.

Max’s head tipped back, her lips parted in a gasp.

Each movement, each sound, felt like a gift Ella had somehow earned.

She adjusted her rhythm, paying attention to every tremble of Max’s thighs, every breath that caught.

She slipped her fingers back inside, curling just right, and felt the way Max’s body tightened around her. It was happening. Ella could feel it in the way Max’s whole frame arched toward her, in the broken way she whispered Ella’s name.

And then Max came—hard, beautiful, shaking—and Ella watched it all. The rush of it. The surrender. The way Max's eyes fluttered shut and her mouth opened on a moan so raw it left Ella breathless.

Ella stayed there, pressing kisses to her hip, her stomach, letting Max come down gently while her own heart thundered in her chest.

“Where are you?” Max asked, prompting her to join Max on the pillow. “I need you.”

“I’m here,” she said, sliding a dark strand of hair behind Max’s ear. She pressed her body up against Max’s, not wanting to be apart even for a moment. She kissed the side of her face, her heart full.

“Better than I’d even dreamed,” Max said, pulling her even closer. “Pretty sure you just played me like a fiddle.”

Ella laughed and pushed up on her forearms. “Yeah, well, who played who first?”

“I couldn’t help it. I really like you naked.”

“Well, I was undressing you with my eyes before I even learned your name.”

Max laughed as she slid on top, which seemed to be her favorite place to be. “I don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

“No?”

She pressed her hips into Ella. “Definitely not.”

“Good,” Ella said, struck by newfound desire and the sudden, unshakable thought that this—whatever it was—had just changed everything.