Turn It Up by Vivian Arend Page A

hands and pressing them together so he could suck and lap the tips until the electric sensation shooting into her core made her squirm.
    She didn’t want any more foreplay. Dinner had been enough. Heck, the past week had been enough, or maybe it was all the years leading up to this moment.
    “Now, Max. I want you.”
    He rose, kissing his way along her collarbone, nibbling under her ear. She was ready to poke him, to tell him to hurry up, when she realized his shaft nudged her sex, slipping between the slick folds. Another slow rock, and another, rumbles of pleasure escaping his throat.
    Then he lifted up on his elbows and looked her fully in the eyes as he pressed into her core.
    They both groaned, Tasha from the stretching, the width of his shaft more than she’d had for a long time. Max held still, buried to the root in her body. He squeezed his eyes together and made the most hilarious face.
    “You okay?” She ran her fingers through his hair and rocked her hips slightly.
    “Don’t move, or I’m going to lose it. Oh my God, you feel fucking fantastic around me.”
    Delight bubbled up inside her, along with a hint of mischief. “Like don’t do this?”
    She squeezed her inner muscles as hard as she could, reveling in the fullness. He cursed lightly and grimaced. “Witch. I mean it, I’ve never been in a woman bare before and no one warned me how good this would feel.”
    Tasha laughed. Her genius had obviously missed one line of study. “You’ll survive. Now move, I need you to move.”
    Pleasure streaked his face as he pulled out slowly, then surged back in. The sensation of heat spread outward, each thrust drawing her climax closer and closer. Max reached down and pressed her right leg farther to the side. The angle of his penetration changed as he made contact with her clit, and she was the one to hiss in reaction.
    The sounds of their bodies moving together echoed strangely off the unfinished walls, louder and more feral than usual. Wet noises, the grunts and groans that escaped their lips. The gasp of pleasure she made when he caught one of her nipples in his teeth and bit lightly on the tip. She was getting close when he froze, his cock jerking within her, heat expanding between them. He moaned her name with his release, and even having been denied her own orgasm, she couldn’t help but smile.
    She’d made him happy, and the thought of all those active swimmers on the loose—well, she didn’t need to climax for them to work.
    He lowered himself on top of her, kissing her face and sighing in her ear as he lay still for a minute. “Damn. Sorry, I was a little excited.”
    Tasha laughed lightly as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her body hovered on the edge of release, but she still wasn’t too disappointed. “It’s okay. I think the simultaneous climax thing takes practice.”
    Max shook his head. “Practice? I’m all for that. But in the meantime…”
    He took her lips in a searing kiss before rising and giving her a sexier-than-sin smile. Then he made his way down her body, nibbling and kissing as he went. By the time he’d reached her sex she was back up to borderline ecstasy, ready to roll over the line with the slightest provocation. His tongue on her clit was more than enough, pleasure breaking in her core with a steady pulse. Tasha let the orgasm wash over her, taking away the tension of the past days, letting even her obsession with what this could be starting slip aside for a moment.
    It’s about making a baby.
    But it wasn’t. So she didn’t protest when he returned up her level and rolled over, taking her with him. His cock nestled against her body, her torso draped over him.
    “Give me a minute, and we’ll start again.”
    Long slow strokes with his hands over her back followed as he kissed her, and she didn’t mind a bit he’d been fast out of the gate. He scratched lightly, then rubbed small circles. A lazy sensation somewhere between pleasure and relaxation floated