Page 221 of The Maxwell Brothers

“I’m going to take off everything else.” His voice was strong, sexy, and brooked no argument. And my knees weakened even more.

Taking my hand, he led me into the master bedroom. His eyes were hooded as he pulled me closer. Feeling the back of his hand press against my skin as he undid the button of my jeans was like an intimate touch. It sent sparks of heat through my body.

He pushed them down to my knees and yanked my panties down too. I lost my balance for a second and steadied myself by clasping his shoulders. Then he sat me down on the edge of the bed and tugged my jeans, panties, and socks out of the way. As soon as I was free to move, I stood up. He cocked a brow, but I just flashed him a smile in response.

The plan was to take his clothes off exquisitely slowly. What happened was that I got him naked so fast, I was surprised I didn’t tear something.

Tyler skimmed his hands from my waist up to my shoulders, pushing me down on the bed before kneeling in front of me. Moving my legs apart, he kissed up my right ankle. Midthigh, he parted them even wider. He took his time, placing hot, wet kisses on my right inner thigh. I fisted my hands in anticipation, sucking in a breath, then groaned when he moved to the other thigh, totally ignoring my pulsing center. He was teasing me again, but I loved everything he did to me. He started with the left thigh, moving up and up and up until he reached that apex again. But this time, he didn't ignore my pussy. Instead, he planted his lips on my bundle of nerves. I thought I would break out of my skin.

He brought a hand up, touching my breasts while his mouth was between my legs. He kept his eyes trained on me, and I melted from the sheer intensity in them. Not a split second later, I squeezed mine shut. He darted his tongue inside me, pressing his nose on my clit, and a shot of pleasure coiled through me. I momentarily forgot where I was and what was happening. It made my world completely spin on its axis. My back arched, and I bent my legs at the knees, shuddering. I rolled my hips back and forth into him, loving the feel of him between my legs.

Then he gripped my hips tightly, lifting my ass off the bed just a few inches. He was taking control, and I wanted nothing more than to surrender to whatever he had in mind. His mouth was relentless. I felt the orgasm forming deep in my body, tugging at my center, starting from my bundle of nerves. But even though it started slowly, it spread like wildfire, and my climax slammed into me, knocking the breath out of me. I squeezed my eyes shut again, seeing stars behind my eyelids.

"Tyler," I cried out, thrashing on the bed, tugging at the pillow and everything in my reach.

I felt him move up my body, kissing me and running the tip of his nose on the side of my torso. He reached my breast,circling the nipple before looking up at me, staring me straight in the eyes. He was resting on both forearms and knees. Our limbs were intertwined on the bed. His erection pressed against the side of my body. I could barely breathe. The moment wasn't just sexual tension. It was more. It had always been more with him. He made me feel so alive and so loved when we were together.

He reached for the nightstand, but I interrupted him, catching his arm and putting it back on my chest. I cleared my throat.

"It's been a month since I started birth control.”

“No more condoms?” His voice was almost a growl.

I nodded, and his gaze turned feral. And just like that, I knew he was close to losing control again.

He lifted his hips slightly off me, and we both looked between us. I reached down, gripping his erection, and then I looked up at him playfully before pushing him onto his back. I only managed it because I took him by surprise, since he was much bigger and stronger than me.

He propped himself on his elbows. "What are you doing?"

The next second, I settled between his legs, forming anOwith my mouth and pressing my lips around the tip of his erection.

"Kendra, fuck," he exclaimed before a groan tore from him.

I took a page from theTyler Pleasuring Bookand lowered my mouth slowly. He was so huge that I needed a few seconds to accommodate him. I couldn't go all the way down, so I fisted my hand around the base where I couldn't reach. Then I moved my mouth up and down.

“Kendra!” His voice was low and rich and so damn sexy.

I tried to watch him, but I couldn't really, so I just focused on giving him pleasure. When I felt him pulse in my mouth, I pulled back, kissing up his body, stopping first at every ridge on his abdomen before reaching his chest.

He gripped the back of my head and my waist, regaining control, then kissed me hard while he rolled me on my back, settling straight between my legs. I felt him slide in only halfway before he groaned against my mouth. He'd never made such a sound before. I was sure of it. It was long and drawn out, like this couldn't possibly feel so good. And I was right there with him. The skin-on-skin contact, knowing this barrier between us was gone, was almost too much.

"Fuck, babe, this feels so good. Fuck. Fuck." He stopped moving, interlacing our fingers. He pressed his forehead against mine, his hot breath landing on my upper lip. "I want to do this every day with you. Be with you, love you, have you. I can't get enough of you."

He moved again, and I rolled my hips, meeting him halfway. To my astonishment, he pulled out, kissing down my body.

"No, come back." My voice was pleading. I wasn't even going to pretend that I didn't need him badly. There was no pretending with him. It was an open book, and I liked that.

"I need to pace myself, babe. You feel too damn amazing," he said, kissing down my body.

Far from relaxing me, it just increased the tension. Feeling the tip of his nose draw a straight line between my breasts and then to my navel only heightened my senses. I was aware of wherever he touched and kissed and even of his breath against my skin.

I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted him.

And I was going to have him.

I nudged his shoulder, pulling him back up, inching my legs around him. He smiled cockily right before he thrust into me. His smile instantly turned into a frown, his mouth open and his eyes pinched closed like pleasure was already overwhelming him. We were both desperate and frantic.

I pressed my feet on the mattress, moving my hips as hard and as quickly as I could. My left leg skidded off the edge of the bed. He held my thigh, stabilizing me, bringing it back on the bed. He gripped my right ass cheek, lifting it a bit until the angle was so perfect that every time our lower bodies collided, his pelvis pushed against my clit. Little shocks of pleasure erupted inside me each time. I ran my hands down his arms and then gripped his ass, pushing him farther inside me with every thrust.