Page 73 of The Maxwell Brothers

She was so damn cute, looking around at every sound. I kept an arm firmly around her shoulders while talking about the particularities of the wine from this region, but she was only half listening. Rarely did we come across snakes in the vineyard, but we did have a few rodents that ran around.

“Why are you so afraid of snakes?” I asked, steering her back to the house.

She winced. “When I was a kid, I found one under my bed once. We lived in a house on the outskirts of Boston, and my bedroom was on the ground floor. We kept the doors open in summer, and I got the scare of my life. It didn’t bite me or anything, but I was afraid to go to sleep for years after that. I kept checking under my bed until I was a teenager. And yes, you can laugh. I know it’s silly.”

“Fear isn’t silly. It’s just fear.” I brought my mouth to her ear, tugging at her earlobe with my lips. “Don’t worry about anything when you’re with me.”

She giggled, elbowing me slightly as we went inside the house. “Oooh, want to be my protector, Mr. Maxwell?”

“Yes,” I informed her, taking off her coat. I wasn’t kidding. I didn’t want her to worry. I wanted to know her fears and fight them with her.

I had this burning desire to make her happy.

Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I walked with her into the living room, burying my face in her hair.

“You smell delicious,” I murmured.

“Tate…,” she whispered as I trailed my lips from her earlobe down her neck.

“I want you. All the time.”

She giggled, but I felt her body shake in my arms. I was turning her on. "I see. So, this is a sexcapade weekend, not just to relax."

"We can do both. I have confidence in us."

She giggled again, smacking my thigh. "So do I."

I was starved for her. I needed to make her mine, and I was satisfied that we finally had a whole weekend stretching ahead of us and didn't have to rush. "I can take my time to explore you now," I whispered in her ear, kissing down her neck. "I can make you come as many times as I want."

She gasped, and I felt the muscles of her belly clench.

I trailed my fingers down her abs. “With my fingers, my mouth, and my cock.”

She moaned, bracing her hands on my shoulders, pulling back. I looked her in the eyes before leaning in to kiss her. The kiss unleashed something inside me. Despite having the whole weekend ahead of us, I wanted her immediately. I needed to be inside her right now. I couldn't wait any longer.

Taking her hand, I led her to the master bedroom on the ground floor and pressed her against the door, kissing her deep and wet and long until I felt her legs shake. She rolled her hips back and forth against my leg, needing the friction.

I led her farther inside the room, taking off her short blue dress. She was wearing black lace panties, and it was driving me crazy. I traced the contour of her bra straps with my thumbs and then curved my hands around the edges of the cups. She groaned as if the skin-on-skin contact was too much, even though I'd barely started. Leaning down, I trailed my mouth along where fabric met skin, keeping my hands on her thighs and buttocks.

She ran a hand through my hair, tugging at it. "Tate, please," she whispered. "I need you."

Hearing her say my name in that tone made my control snap. I yanked her panties down. She gasped before stepping out of them. I trailed my hand between her thighs and up to her pussy. A shock of pleasure went through me when I realized she was wet. Kissing her mouth, I moved my fingers in a circle over her sensitive spot, feeling her come apart with every passing second. The need to bring her pleasure was stronger than anything else, even the instinct to chase my own satisfaction. She gasped, rocking against my hand while she fumbled behind her back. I realized she was unclasping her bra. She let it drop to the floor, and I brought my mouth to one of her nipples, sucking it in.

"Tate… Tate, oh, Tate," she chanted while I worked her clit with my hand and her nipple with my lips. I was holding her firmly by her ass and smiled against her breasts when I felt all her muscles contract. She came apart so spectacularly that I barely fought the instinct to step back just to watch her succumb to the pleasure. But I moved my fingers over her clit until her shudders subsided. Her body was so soft now. Looking up, I saw her eyes were soft too.

"That was amazing," she whispered.

I laid her on the bed, taking my clothes off at record speed before pushing her farther into the middle of the mattress and kissing her inner thigh.

"That was the first one," I said against her skin. She shuddered. I skimmed my thumb over her clit, looking up at her. "The one I gave you with my fingers. Now I want to feel you explode on my tongue."

Her legs clenched as if on instinct, but I pressed them back open, kissing up her inner thigh until I reached her pussy. I could thrust inside her now—she was so wet that she was definitely ready—but I wanted to feel her pleasure against my mouth.

The second I put my tongue on her sensitive flesh, she cried out my name, pulling the sheets with her fists. Her back arched. Fuck, she was beautiful. So sensitive, so ready for everything I wanted to give her.

I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, only briefly touching it at first, watching her squirm and flinch as if the torture was too much. She straightened out one leg, parting her thighs even wider and allowing me better access. I took a condom from the side of my bed where I’d put them when we arrived and dropped it on the mattress next to us.

I moved my hands over her thighs and her upper body, wanting to touch as much of her as possible, to feel the pleasure coil through her body. I knew she was close; I felt a slight shudder in her legs. She was moving her hips back and forth, and I followed her rhythm, wanting to give her exactly what she needed.