Fade into Always by Kate Dawes Page A

I moved off the bed, pulled his shoes off and yanked his pants down—along with his boxers. He was fully hard and I wasted no time moving back on top of him, pulling my panties off just before straddling him again.
    I pressed my mouth to his and my tongue dove into his mouth. I rocked my hips, my wet pussy sliding along his rigid length. I got into a rhythm that could easily have made me come, and I kept going. Teasing him, gliding my warmth back and forth on him.
    I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head, then unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. I leaned over his face, my breasts there for him to take.
    And he did. Max’s tongue touched one of my nipples and a shiver of excitement zapped through my body.
    Max was sucking on my nipples, hard, switching back and forth. He pressed into my breast and I watched as my flesh enveloped his face. Sometimes I hated having big boobs, but the way Max responded to them made all the annoyances somehow worth it.
    He dropped his head back on the pillow. “I can’t wait anymore.”
    I wanted to tease him longer, but the truth was that I couldn’t wait anymore either.
    I slid along his cock until I felt the head notch against my opening. Max felt it, too, and moved his hips, pushing the head into me as I eased back and let it slide in.
    “Fuck, Olivia,” Max hissed.
    “That’s what you’re doing,” I said. “You’re fucking Olivia.”
    My words caused him to thrust upward, his cock inside me to the hilt. I gyrated my hips around in circles, taking him in as deep and snug as I could get him.
    I loved driving him crazy. Watching the way his eyes narrowed. The way he breathed with an open mouth. The way his nostrils flared. The way he arched his back and tilted his head back as he drove into me from below.
    I sat straight up and felt him as deep as I’d ever felt him.
    Max reached up with both hands and cupped my breasts in his hands, then tweaked my nipples simultaneously with his thumbs and fingertips.
    I rocked back and forth on him, then moved my legs so I was squatting over him. Max put his hands under my thighs to give me some support…and I started bouncing on his cock.
    He looked down his body and watched me slide up and down on it. Watched himself disappearing inside me. Watch me taking his long shaft deep into my body.
    He was gritting his teeth, and bearing them—animalistic—and I loved seeing the effect I was having on him.
    “Slow down,” he said hoarsely.
    “You gonna come?”
    “Yes. Slow down,” he said, his voice deeper, commanding.
    But I didn’t take his order. “You can’t make me. It’s my turn to control you. Just this once…”
    And with that he threw his head back onto the pillow, thrust his hips up forcefully, and held them there.
    I felt his semen pumping into me. The hot slickness making my bouncing feel even better for me, and I felt the first quiver inside.
    “Oh yeah,” he groaned, feeling me clenching and milking him. “Come for me.”
    “I’m coming…”
     
     
    TWO
     
    “Jump in and ask me anything you want,” Max said. “But let me start talking.”
    We were in the kitchen, sitting at the table, eating apple slices, and cheese on sesame crackers. It was pretty much all I had there, but it was a great late-night snack. Max, as usual, was famished after sex. I had a glass of wine, and Max made himself a White Russian. I’d started keeping the ingredients there for him.
    “Go ahead,” I said.
    He told me all about Liza Carrow and how he had come to have his picture snapped by the paparazzi the other day.
    Yes, they dated a few years ago. No, it wasn’t serious. It lasted a short time, and this was before she had landed the role on the soap opera.
    I had a heavy, sinking feeling in my stomach as he told me this. Sure, I’d dated before Max and of course he’d dated before me. That was a given. But it was difficult listening to him talk about it now that my feelings for him were becoming so strong. For a few minutes I