My inner channels squeezed Max’s cock in the aftershocks, and he roared out in a wordless pleasure as his body emptied everything it had into me.
I braced myself for his weight, waiting for him to collapse against me, but instead he rolled to the side, landing on his back on the sofa cushion and taking me with him. He was still inside me, and as he held me tight, his arms circled around my waist, I felt ... cherished and protected.
Lifting his head, he kissed me, his touch gentler now. “What have you done to me, flower child?” The murmur sent a shiver through me.
“I thought it was you who basically destroyed me.” I turned to rest my cheek on his chest. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”
“I don’t have enough energy left to complain, even if I wanted to. Which I don’t,” Max hastened to add. “God, that was ... wild.”
“It was.” I shifted my head slightly and circled one flat nipple with the tip of my tongue. “I think, though, that the biggest question here is ... how long is it going to take you to recover? I might be mistaken, but I’m pretty sure you promised me a round two.”
He huffed out a laugh. “Are you afraid I’m going to renege on you, baby?”
I snuggled closer and moved one shoulder in an approximation of a shrug. “I’m just checking. There’re still a few things I’d like to do to you.” My lips curved into a smile as I thought about some of the items still on my list.
“Yeah, I’m not quite finished with you, either.” His fingers traced paths on my back. “But you know what they say. Good things come to those who wait.”
“Hmmm.” I flicked his nipple with my fingernail, humming in pleasure when I felt him growing hard again within me. “You know, I’m not a girl who appreciates delayed gratification. I’m more of a grab life by the balls and take my pleasure how I want it, when I want it.”
“Oh, really? How do you plan to do that, flower child?” He sounded lazy and sated, but his interest was definitely ... growing.
I flattened my hands on his chest and pushed myself up, settling myself more firmly on his cock, moving until he was hitting my sweet spot.
“I think we’ll start right here.”
