Laid Bear by Marina Maddix

body and pulling him to her. He gave no resistance.
    Bethany kept her face buried in his neck, breathing him in, tasting his skin, basking in his heat. Her soul wanted…no, needed more of him, all of him. She whimpered in protest when he pulled away, then purred happily as he lifted her into his arms easily and carried her to the bedroom. She was barely aware of her surroundings but the plush king size bed felt like heaven as he gently laid her on it.
    The bed dipped as Max kneeled at her side, his hands skimming her body and setting her on fire. She felt so comfortable with him, so uninhibited. He was practically worshipping her body so all self-consciousness fled and she enjoyed every moment.  
    His fingers expertly unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her hips. Warmth — but not embarrassment — pinked her skin at his touch, especially when his fingers slipped under the elastic of her pretty panties and eased them down her long legs. As he pulled them from her feet, his lips took their place, following the path they’d taken.
    Breath locked in Bethany’s lungs in anticipation, her fists clutching the bedspread as Max licked and nibbled and kissed his way up her legs. His hot breath sent shivers along her spine, making every hair on her neck stand on end. She couldn’t take much more. The need for him to be inside of her was overwhelming.
    Half-sitting, she tugged at his t-shirt, helping him rip it off. She was reaching for the fly of his jeans when he grabbed her wrists and held them tight, a delicious smile on his lips. “What’s your hurry?”
    “I need you, Max,” she said, panting. “Now.”
    He leaned forward and planted a smoldering kiss on her mouth, giving her tongue a little swipe before pulling away. “And you’ll have me, but there’s no need to rush. We’ve got all night…and I intend to put it to good use.”
    Bethany fell back into the pillows, wanting him to fill her but intrigued by his tantalizing invitation. Her eyes followed his every movement as he languidly stood to remove his jeans. He was straining the fly so much it looked uncomfortable. The moment the first button released, the rest popped free on their own, exposing his engorged sex.  
    He wasn’t wearing shorts. Unbelievably, Bethany’s desire ramped up another notch and she moaned in response.  
    Stepping out of his jeans, Max kneeled at the foot of the bed, wrapping one arm around each of her legs as he eased himself between them. The callouses on his hands tickled her smooth skin, yet soothed her at the same time, calming her. He was right — there was no rush. Stretching her arms above her head, she relaxed, sighting deeply and spreading her legs as he kissed and caressed his way to her apex.
    At the first touch of his lips, her core tightened, pulsed. It had been so long since anyone had taken care of her needs like this, she’d forgotten how good it felt. While she still had her senses, she cast a dazed glance down at the top of his head. He caught the look and held it for a long moment before smiling and dipping his head again.
    Tickles turned into ripples, ripples to currents, currents to waves. As Max’s tongue and lips teased her sensitive nub and delicate folds, Bethany arched into him, fisting the bedspread and groaning in delight. Heat spread through her abdomen and then through her entire body as she crested each wave. Every muscle inside her grew more tense and when Max focused his efforts, her body was ready to explode.
    Crying out his name, Bethany was pulled under and toppled through the surf of her climax, writhing under his mouth and hands. Colors flashed before her closed eyes as her body convulsed and spasmed, seemingly forever. Only when her body started to relax did Max ease his onslaught.  
    He kissed his way along her belly, his hands leading the way to her sensitive breasts. He paused briefly to take each tip in his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue before releasing them and nuzzling