another a few weeks ago hadn’t dimmed. If anything, it had intensified.
Unable to resist any longer, Max licked his way into her mouth, her tongue meeting his, tentative at first, but then the fire he remembered ignited, and Courtney was kissing him back with fervor. He took another step closer, pressing his rigid cock against her belly, wanting her to feel what she did to him.
“Touch me, Courtney,” he commanded gruffly, speaking the words against her sweet, luscious mouth.
He felt her shift, her hands hesitantly sliding up his chest. Her breathing was labored, her eyes locked with his as he allowed his body to acclimate to her touch. It was just as he remembered. Cataclysmic. Every one of his senses went on high alert, anticipation steadily growing until the ache was so fucking strong he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep from taking her right there on the goddamn table.
Sliding his hands down her body, he gripped her hips and lifted her, setting her on the surface and coming to stand between her thighs. Her legs widened, the short skirt of her dress riding higher on her tanned thighs. While her hands rested on his chest, he peered down, admiring the way her nipples puckered beneath the thin bronze silk that covered her. The dress was little more than a nightgown, and Max fucking loved it.
He could see the outline of her gun secured to her thigh beneath her dress, and he slowly slid it from the tiny lace holster, setting it on the table beside her before flattening his palms on her thighs, lifting his gaze to hers as he caressed her smooth skin.
“I’ve dreamed of touching you again,” he told her. “Hell, I’ve even fantasized about laying you out right here on this table and feasting on you while you beg me to make you come.”
Her breath hitched again.
“Is that what you want, Courtney?”
Her hooded gaze never separated from his as her lips parted ever so slightly. “Yes.”
“Tell me again,” he ordered.
Her throat worked as she swallowed, her hands easing down his torso, coming to a stop over his, which were still resting on her silky thighs. She moved his hands higher, forcing the silk of her dress up more. “Yes,” she whispered. “This is what I want.”
That time her words held more conviction, as did the way she aggressively forced his hands between her legs.
Max slid one finger beneath the thin barrier of her panties as he kissed her again. She hissed in a breath when he dipped between her slick folds, stimulating her clit. She was so damn hot, and her soft, sexy moans encouraged him.
The kiss went nuclear, her legs spreading, her ankles pressing against the backs of his thighs while her fingers found the back of his head, lacing in his hair as she pulled him closer. Lips and tongues dueled as he used his free hand to slide the thin straps of her dress off her smooth shoulders. She shrugged out of them, baring her perky tits as he cupped one in his big hand, fondling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, watching it harden more. Max hovered over her, forcing her to her back on the table. He kissed his way down to her breast, licking and sucking her nipple while he fingered her, slipping inside her warm, wet heat, fucking her with one finger, then two.
“You’re wet for me,” he mumbled. “You like this.” It wasn’t a question, and he didn’t expect a response.
Her back bowed, and he devoured her tit, sucking hard as she cried out, her hips bucking upward, her cunt grinding against his hand. Unable to resist tasting more of her, he switched, laving her other nipple with his tongue before nipping it with his teeth and sucking it into his mouth.
“So fucking beautiful,” he groaned, releasing her nipple and trailing his mouth lower.
Max pushed her dress up, the silk ringing her middle and leaving most of her sinfully delicious body bared to his hungry gaze. Dropping into the chair, he pulled her panties to the side and buried his tongue in her pussy, licking her as
Unable to resist any longer, Max licked his way into her mouth, her tongue meeting his, tentative at first, but then the fire he remembered ignited, and Courtney was kissing him back with fervor. He took another step closer, pressing his rigid cock against her belly, wanting her to feel what she did to him.
“Touch me, Courtney,” he commanded gruffly, speaking the words against her sweet, luscious mouth.
He felt her shift, her hands hesitantly sliding up his chest. Her breathing was labored, her eyes locked with his as he allowed his body to acclimate to her touch. It was just as he remembered. Cataclysmic. Every one of his senses went on high alert, anticipation steadily growing until the ache was so fucking strong he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep from taking her right there on the goddamn table.
Sliding his hands down her body, he gripped her hips and lifted her, setting her on the surface and coming to stand between her thighs. Her legs widened, the short skirt of her dress riding higher on her tanned thighs. While her hands rested on his chest, he peered down, admiring the way her nipples puckered beneath the thin bronze silk that covered her. The dress was little more than a nightgown, and Max fucking loved it.
He could see the outline of her gun secured to her thigh beneath her dress, and he slowly slid it from the tiny lace holster, setting it on the table beside her before flattening his palms on her thighs, lifting his gaze to hers as he caressed her smooth skin.
“I’ve dreamed of touching you again,” he told her. “Hell, I’ve even fantasized about laying you out right here on this table and feasting on you while you beg me to make you come.”
Her breath hitched again.
“Is that what you want, Courtney?”
Her hooded gaze never separated from his as her lips parted ever so slightly. “Yes.”
“Tell me again,” he ordered.
Her throat worked as she swallowed, her hands easing down his torso, coming to a stop over his, which were still resting on her silky thighs. She moved his hands higher, forcing the silk of her dress up more. “Yes,” she whispered. “This is what I want.”
That time her words held more conviction, as did the way she aggressively forced his hands between her legs.
Max slid one finger beneath the thin barrier of her panties as he kissed her again. She hissed in a breath when he dipped between her slick folds, stimulating her clit. She was so damn hot, and her soft, sexy moans encouraged him.
The kiss went nuclear, her legs spreading, her ankles pressing against the backs of his thighs while her fingers found the back of his head, lacing in his hair as she pulled him closer. Lips and tongues dueled as he used his free hand to slide the thin straps of her dress off her smooth shoulders. She shrugged out of them, baring her perky tits as he cupped one in his big hand, fondling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, watching it harden more. Max hovered over her, forcing her to her back on the table. He kissed his way down to her breast, licking and sucking her nipple while he fingered her, slipping inside her warm, wet heat, fucking her with one finger, then two.
“You’re wet for me,” he mumbled. “You like this.” It wasn’t a question, and he didn’t expect a response.
Her back bowed, and he devoured her tit, sucking hard as she cried out, her hips bucking upward, her cunt grinding against his hand. Unable to resist tasting more of her, he switched, laving her other nipple with his tongue before nipping it with his teeth and sucking it into his mouth.
“So fucking beautiful,” he groaned, releasing her nipple and trailing his mouth lower.
Max pushed her dress up, the silk ringing her middle and leaving most of her sinfully delicious body bared to his hungry gaze. Dropping into the chair, he pulled her panties to the side and buried his tongue in her pussy, licking her as
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