Max told a joke and she giggled and leaned into him. The first touch was slow, deliberate—his fingers grazing her waist before sliding lower, testing, teasing. XXNX They held each other as she finally came down from her climax. “Better?”
She accepted it, the casual touch sending a small, delicious spark up her arm. She closed the door and leaned against it. Tongues wrestling and exploring each new mouth. It vanished in a blur of movement, discarded carelessly onto the floor. “You are just huge!” She gripped him like a life raft and let her claws drag lightly along his back. The tension that had built throughout the night was ready to break. With one final push, he held. You’ll have to do better than that.” She downed her drink. Also, she was convinced she could push into that orgasm now. The night had been leading to this moment, and now, she was going to take exactly what she wanted. The first touch was slow, deliberate—his fingers grazing her waist before sliding lower, testing, teasing.
