Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(106)

“You’re beautiful, Tess. So f*cking beautiful.”

It doesn’t matter that I don’t agree with him. Right now, standing in front of him I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He unlatches my pants, and they drop to the ground, leaving me standing in front of him in nothing but my panties. He slides those off too, and now I’m naked, wondering what he’s going to do next. I don’t have long to wait.

“Bend over the basin, sweetheart. I want to wash that beautiful hair of yours.”

I’m twenty-seven years old, and I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone wash my hair, and that’s a damn shame because as Max starts using his strong hands to tenderly wash my hair I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Once he’s done, he wraps my hair in a towel and begins washing my body.

His hands move so slowly, so tenderly over me, washing me in a way that it feels like he’s worshipping me. When he cups my *, I moan. He’s already touched and caressed me to the point that my body feels like it is on pins and needles. I’m so close to the edge that when he holds my center like that, it’s almost enough to send me, hurling into an orgasm. I manage to keep that from happening, but it’s close. He takes the bar of soap; dropping it into the water and then lathering it in his hands. My eyes are glued to his movements. Even so, I’m not prepared when he slides the soap between my folds and lets the soap rub and tease against my opening and then my clit. He pushes it up so that I could almost ride it, before taking it away.

I cry in disappointment. As he uses a cloth and fresh water to wash me clean.

“Max…”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart.”

“I need…”

“What do you need?”

“Make me….make me come, please.”

I think that might be what he is waiting for, from me, because he grabs my thighs and practically pulls my legs apart and then his tongue slides into my *. His tongue slides straight to my clit, flicking against it before flattening his tongue out against it and rubbing it so intently, my legs go weak. He teases and tortures my clit over and over, and I want to scream because I need more. Then, his fingers push into me, just as he sucks my clit into this mouth, rubbing it back and forth between his lips. His fingers begin f*cking me, at a measured pace at first and then faster, starting a steady rhythm that I lose myself inside of. When his fingers thrust farther, and I clamp down on them; we both groan out loud. On his next thrust, he angles them and begins hard f*cking me while his tongue joins in. The dual sensations are so intense I scream out his name and he thrusts harder and harder with his fingers, this time he hits that magic spot and the cream from my orgasm rushes forth. I cry as I cum all over Max’s face and fingers. He’s still sucking my clit, and he growls as my liquid soaks him, and the vibration sends me further and to the point where it feels as if I’m floating.

When it’s over, I can’t register anything. I feel boneless; like I’m floating. I vaguely realize that Max is cleaning me from my climax and then drying me off. He grabs a large, cotton, flannel, button-up shirt out of his pack, putting it on me.

“I want you in my shirt tonight, Tess,” he says buttoning it up.

Once he’s got that done, my legs are still weak but it doesn’t matter. He picks me up and carries me back to the bed. I sit there, wondering what’s next when Max sits down beside me and starts brushing my hair. I close my eyes and just enjoy. The combination of having him give me so much attention and the orgasm I just had, mix, and my eyes get heavy. I’m swaying against him by the time he finishes brushing my hair. He gets off the cot and lays me down. As tired as I am, I can’t wait to finally have him. There’s a loud noise that makes me open my eyes, and I smile as he pushes the other small bed next to mine. He lies down and then pulls my body, so my back is against his chest, and our legs intertwine.

“Go to sleep, Kitten,” he whispers against my hair as he holds me tight.

“When you asked me to give myself to you, I pictured this evening differently, Max,” I tell him, even though I can already feel myself drifting off to sleep.

“Tonight was the single, most exciting night I’ve ever shared with a woman, Tess. Never doubt that, ever.”

Something about the way he says the words makes me believe them, and I fall asleep with a smile.





12


Max


Falling asleep with a woman in your arms for the first time in over five years is a surreal experience. Doing it with a woman that you actually care about is something I have never experienced before, and I do care about Tess. It doesn’t even matter that it’s only been a few days. I care, more than is probably healthy for either one of us.

Last night I was pretty sure nothing could match the sensation of holding her while I fell asleep. I was so f*cking wrong. The best f*cking feeling in the world is waking up with Tess between my legs, her tongue gliding under my hardened cock, and her fingernails digging into my ass.

Her tongue bathes my cock and shivers of need and awareness slither up my spine. I groan as she teases the head, sucking just the tip in her mouth.

“Max,” She whispers my name, slipping her tongue along every crevice and tasting my pre-cum.

“Kitten…”

She kisses down my shaft, her tongue lightly flicking and teasing me. Her hand starts at the base of my cock, gripping me tightly and pumps me torturously slowly.