I can’t speak when he starts kissing and nibbling up my thigh, little bursts that get closer and closer to my center. Warning signals blare in my mind, both about my dad and the other thing, the thing I haven’t told Maxton yet.
But this is all moving so fast.
I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. My body wouldn’t let me.
Pressure builds in my center like the stars in the video game we’ve played together so often, in the time before they explode. That’s how I feel. Like I’m going to explode in a fiery ball of pleasure and release.
And after?
“Oh my God,” I croak, knowing I can’t think about after, not yet.
He drags his tongue up my slit, his hands placed achingly close to my sex. I shift against him, unable to think of anything but the sensation of his burningly hot tongue against me.
Higher and higher, he moves to my clit and then begins to lick it quickly, flickering his tongue back and forth. My sensitive clit throbs and pulses, my belly growing warmer and warmer with each tongue stroke.
He snarls as he slips his finger inside of me.
My hole quivers as he applies more pressure to my clit, groaning when he sucks it into his mouth. His finger makes patterns inside of me, buried deep, swirling around so nothing else exists.
Nothing else matters.
I stare down through pleasure-blurred eyes, at the sight of his silver haired head, his powerful body hunched over as though he’s going to leap on me the second I orgasm.
It’s so freaking close, the tightness threatening to snap, to erupt, as he starts to fuck me with his finger faster.
He thrusts in and out, his tongue attacking my clit, my entire lower half feeling like I’m submerged in a bathtub full of hot and bubbling water.
My toes curl and I thrust forward with my hips, and then…
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The pressure grows in my center, my clit feeling like it’s sparking with electricity.
And then all the tightness releases and I don’t even know what I’m doing.
I think I buck around on the couch, my voice garbling as I moan and whimper, but all I know is it feels like heaven.
My center is flooded with starry ecstasy and my clit is ignited with a fire that can’t be extinguished. His finger causes perfect friction to grind up and down against the walls of my sex, every single inch alight with my orgasm.
I gasp, open my eyes and look down, and realize my legs are squeezed tightly around his head, trapping him against my sex.
Falling back, I struggle to draw in enough air as the orgasm subsides, leaving me with a smile on my face and my head full of silly ideas.
I see Maxton sitting in his study with our child, their backs to me as I watch them from the doorway, Maxton helping them with their homework. I see us all sitting around a table, a board game between us, but the faces are hazy and they shimmer into nothingness before I can get a proper look.
Snapping back to the present, I stare up at Maxton as he rises slowly to his feet. He stares down at me, eyes glinting, lips shining wetly.
The line we just crossed.
And there’s no turning back.
He reaches down for his belt.
I sit up quickly, shaking my head even as a thousand voices scream at me to be quiet, to let this happen, even if the nerves in my belly are like razors slicing through me.
His hand falters. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t,” I whisper.
He takes a step back. “I know. Fucking hell. I get it, Maddie. But it’s so hard to resist you…”
He knows?
There’s no way he can. But then I realize he’s not talking about the nerves stampeding through my body.
He’s talking about my dad, about how devastated he’d be if he found out we had sex.
Heck.
Is he going to be any less devastated if he learns we’ve kissed and been intimate?
“I want to talk about this,” I say, purposefully keeping myself vague. “But I think… can we meet in the game?”
Maybe then I’ll be able to explain it, without his captivating eyes holding me in place, without his body throbbing like he’s debating throwing myself at me.
“Sure we could.” He smirks. “But somebody isn’t in the game anymore.”
I giggle. “Are you serious? You started that.”
“Whatever it is, we can discuss it now, Maddie.”
“I know we can.”
I jump to my feet, suddenly aware I’m still not wearing any bottoms. My thighs are sticky and my core is still pulsing dully with pleasure, telling me to shut up and take everything this man has to give.
“Please.”
I grab a blanket and wrap it around my waist, clutching onto the knot far too tightly.
“I can’t leave you,” he snarls. “Not after what we just did.”
I stand with my back to him. If I turn, my hungry compulsions will force me across the room, dropping the blanket as I steal another kiss from his sometimes smirking, sometimes serious lips.