Hooking his finger beneath my chin, Max lifts my face to gaze into his eyes. His lips press to mine once... twice... the sensation of kissing him makes my head swim.
I can’t help but chuckle as he wraps his arms around me and picks me up. Playful Max is always so much fun. Within moments, he’s on me. His lips push hard against mine, like he is dying of thirst and I am the last drop of water in his world. God, he tastes divine. His bare chest presses against me, making me wish I were also naked, skin on skin against this sexy man. The scratch of his rough stubble against my skin as he devours my neck causes a sensual moan to escape my lips, encouraging him for more.
Wrapping my legs around him, I thread my fingers through his soft hair and hold onto him for dear life, needing him to be inside me. His mouth teasing my sensitive skin and his hips grinding against my heated core is clearly his way of returning the tortuous tease.
“Libby?” he mumbles against my neck, as if asking for permission to something.
“Yes, Max,” I whisper, almost unheard over the crackling fireworks overhead. Pulling away, but still allowing him to hold me, I look into his eyes and say, “I’ve been waiting way too long for you to come home to me. How about you fuck me now?”
“Oh God, I’ve missed you. But there will be plenty of time for fucking. Now? Now, I want to make love to you the way you deserve to be loved,” he says, devouring my mouth again as he briskly walks into my bedroom while carrying me. I’ve always marveled at his strength to pick me up and lug me around. The muscle and dominance of the powerful act makes me putty in his hands.
With a gentleness I’ve never experienced from him, he lays me down on the bed and stands before me, looking down up at motionless body.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers while staring at me. The bright fireworks lighting the sky behind him makes his form look dark, potent, and oh so sexy.
Placing his legs against the edge of the bed, he trails his hands over my body and begins to lift my tee with slow precision. With the distance between us over the past year, every touch seems foreign and new. Nervous flutters begin to consume me as his fingers graze the bare skin of my ribs.
After my shirt clears my head, my hair falling to the side in a mess of waves, he stares at me some more. I’d never really felt self-conscious in front of this man before, but now that my body isn’t as fit as it used to be—a product of having a child—I suddenly feel out of place and fight the urge to cover myself.
Without a comment or care for my lackluster appearance, Max presses his body on top of mine and tugs at the thick strap of my nursing bra. “I’m not quite sure what to do with this,” he says, attempting a joke to cover his discomfort.
“Well, they better stay under wraps unless you want me to leak all over the place,” I kid in return. “I’m sorry. Must be really sexy, huh?”
“You’re always sexy to me, sweetheart,” he whispers as he trails his fingers over my bare shoulder. The contact makes me shiver, in a good way, and I crave more of his touch. “I didn’t think I could love you more, but when I saw you caring for our child earlier, I thought my fucking heart would burst from my chest with adoration. You have no idea how amazing of a surprise it was to come home and meet him today.”
Placing my hand on his cheek, I look him in the eyes and pray my emotions stay in check. “You don’t know how wonderful it is to hear you say that. I was so worried...” My voice trails off.
My honesty is rewarded with another kiss, one that takes my breath away with its potency and passion. His tongue is warm and inviting as he silently pleads for me to open to him—to give him all of me. The light nibble on my bottom lip has me moaning against his mouth.
With steady fingers, I trail my hands down the front of his gorgeous, toned body. I marvel at his chiseled chest and that sexy tattoo on his right pectoral of an American flag. Damn. His muscles aren’t overly large, but they are definitely perfect—very cut and defined.
I grab onto his biceps, wanting nothing more than to feel his power.
As he so skillfully overwhelms my mind and my mouth, his excitement presses into my side, causing me to involuntarily reach for him. My need to satisfy him consumes me with every push of his tongue against mine.
A low growl escapes his chest as my fingers make contact with his hardened length through his shorts. Before I can manage a few sensual strokes, he backs away and slowly begins his descent, causing my skin to erupt in a constant flurry of crackling warmth and making me feel like the fireworks littering the night sky are suddenly being lit inside me. My back arches, seeking more of his attention as he continues descending down my body, starting from my neck, to my chest, over my ribs, until he reaches my belly. His lips feel like fire against my skin, caressing until he reaches the top rim of my jeans.
“Right now, I plan to take care of you, sweet Libby,” he mumbles against my navel as fireworks continue to pop and sizzle just beyond the open doors. “I don’t think I could ever get my fill of you, but I’m hungry and crave the taste of you.”
I don’t have a chance to respond before he begins to unbutton my jeans and peel them from my skin. Snaking his thumbs beneath the fabric, he slowly, methodically, slides them over my hips and down my legs, discarding them somewhere on the floor behind him. Gone are all the doubts and fears I have about my body. All I can think about is this starving man before me.
He manages to remove my jeans and panties in one swift movement, leaving me bare except for my bra. Gliding his way back up my body, I hear him suck in a quick breath as he trails scorching kisses up my thighs.
I feel so sensual as I lay in the moonlit room, fully disrobed in front of this man with eager desire in his actions.
His feathered kisses pass over the most sensitive part of me—the part that aches for his touch—and he presses his lips against my stomach, just below my breasts. His face, all scruffy and unshaved, tickles me and causes a light giggle to leave my mouth. Responding to my tenderness, I feel him smile against my skin and stick his tongue out to lick me.
I thrust my hips forward as I tilt my head back. My eyes flutter shut while I enjoy his sensual touch, his tongue, and those wonderful lips. The sharp, tantalizing feel of his mouth on me causes me to moan and writhe beneath him.
Making his way downward again, his warm breath tickles over the small triangle of curls just above my wetness. He glides his hands under my thighs, grabbing the backs of my knees and pulling my legs over his strong shoulders.
Then he begins to tease me, kissing my inner thigh. Out of pure reaction to being tickled, I start to close my legs, but he firmly pushes them apart again. Now he is really trying to drive me crazy with his breath so close to my sex. Just the thought of his tongue touching me is going to make me climax, especially after being away from him for so long.
I moan so he knows just how ready I am for him. Remembering how much he enjoys tormenting me, I pick my head up and look at him positioned between my legs. Staring into his eyes, I say, “Max, I need you to stop fooling around and lick me already.” I know I sound very demanding, but I don’t care. I need to feel his warm mouth on me... now.
His low chuckle quickly turns into a sensual growl as he uses his thumbs to separate my folds, exposing my sensitive area. The sensation of his tongue coming in contact with my clit sends electric currents up my body, through my belly, and to my breasts.
Splaying his hand over my belly, he keeps me still and continues his assault with his tongue. I thread my fingers in his hair, tugging and letting him know just how amazing he is making me feel. The fact that I am attempting to last longer doesn’t seem to matter as the feel of his muscles tightening beneath my touch has my control ripping at the seams.
Taking a breath, he murmurs, “Christ, I’ve missed your taste, Lib. So amazing.”
As I tense and tighten my grip in his hair, he begins to move his mouth in such a way that threatens to shatter my resolve into a million pieces. I tremble uncontrollably—my legs shaking, my mou
th dry, and my senses screaming for reprieve.
“Oh, God,” I gasp as he continues to pleasure me.
In response to my audible gratification, Max sucks my clit into his mouth and sends me over the edge.
I moan helplessly as my orgasm starts to build and swell. My body begins to quiver as waves of pleasure ripple through me like an incoming tidal wave. Exquisite gratification bombards me and rains down over my body.
My sob echoes over the room and I fight for breath as desire overtakes me, robbing me of my sense of reality.
Max slowly rises up and looks at me adoringly before placing his soaked mouth at the center of my belly and kissing his way up my torso.
Grabbing the back of his neck, I forcefully bring him to me and crash my lips to his. My kiss muffles his groan of pleasure, the sweetest sound of agony. My show of hunger for this man will never go unnoticed.
“Mmm. You taste good,” I say as I lick the side of his mouth, knowing I will get an immediate reaction from him for my candor.
“Fuck, Libby. I’m dying to be inside you,” he says as he grinds his hips into my center. The fact that he is still wearing his shorts is a problem that needs to be rectified.
Gritting my teeth, I say, “Well, remove those damn shorts and take me.” I need him to know just how much I desire him—want to feel his warmth deep inside me.
Sitting up on his knees, he begins to pull down his shorts and boxers. Within moments, his erection springs free and I can’t help but smile. He’s always been so perfect for me.
My gaze fixes hungrily on his cock. I want to wrap both hands around it and taste him again. Later. There will be plenty of time for me to lick my Maximus lollipop now that he is home with me.
Climbing over me, he settles between the juncture of my thighs. He then gently cups my cheek with his hand and looks into my eyes.
“I love you more than words can express. The need I have to be near you is more potent than the need for my next breath.” His words are my undoing. I want him inside me, and I want him now.
“I love you too. I need you... inside me... right now,” I nearly growl as I lose all patience and control.
“A little impatient, are we? What? Do you think it’s your birthday or something?”
Oh, he is such an infuriating tease.
“Yes, very impatient.” I begin to pant as I thrust my hips and grind my slit against his length. “And you better damn well please the birthday girl, Mr. Becker.”
He lets out a low chuckle at my insistence. Pressing his heat further into me, he lets his mouth fall next to my ear. “So does that mean I get to divvy out the birthday spankings too?”
I nearly lose it with his seductive words. “If it means you’ll make love to me, then yes.”
As my serious tone sinks in, his lips land softly on mine in an explorative, loving kiss of passion while covering every inch of my skin with reverent caresses. Each brush of his fingers against my body feels like sparks licking my skin with intensity.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says with an infuriatingly handsome grin. His hand grazes down my side, over my hip, and hooks gently beneath my leg, guiding me open for him. “Now, wrap those long, sexy legs around me and look into my eyes.”
Doing just what he says, I reach between us and use my fingers to guide him—exquisitely slow—losing all connections with the earth as he buries himself deep inside me.
Chapter Ten
Maximus
Pressing myself against her entrance, I can’t help but groan as I sink deep into her heat.
“Damn, Lib. You feel so wonderful.”
“Mmm,” she moans as soon as my length fills her completely. The feeling of being inside her once again is so therapeutic and heavenly that I can’t help but mirror her sounds of ecstasy.
As I begin to move in and out of her with measured control, fireworks continue to light up the room with their fiery glow. With the little bit of illumination, I am able to see her beautiful face while I gently make love to her.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I look deep into her eyes and pick up the pace. Grabbing my bicep with one hand and the back of my neck with the other, she holds me steady against her while we move together with a tantalizing rhythm. I stare at her, watching her, while I attempt to make her feel like the most cherished girl in the world.
“Oh God, Libby,” I whisper, a breathless plea.
“Max,” she gasps as she tightens around me. Her slick walls constricting nearly make me lose my control. With my forehead pressed to hers while I move, she suddenly throws her head back and writhes beneath me—her eyes squinting shut as she explodes around me.
I wasn’t expecting her to come again so quickly, but the feel of her release making her tremble, the knowledge that she’s falling apart in my arms, brings me near the brink. Just watching her face contort with ecstasy is nearly enough to do me in. Not wanting to come too soon, I slow my pace marginally and continue watching her reactions as her orgasm lingers.
The feel of her walls contracting around my cock as she climaxes is pure rapture. I carefully examine her as she twitches and writhes, the sight bringing me closer and closer to my own release.
With the last few shudders of her orgasm pouring through her, she opens her eyes, her post-climactic stare boring into me. Clawing at my face, she mouths the words, I love you.
Seeing her so full of pleasure and feeling her pussy milk my hard length has me exploding before I’m ready.
Unable to keep my eyes open while my climax assaults me, I throw my head back and tremble over her as each jolt of my release courses through me. The fact I spent over fourteen months wishing I could touch her just once more makes my orgasm assault me with a vengeance, impatient to be freed.
I never take my gaze off her as a low grunt emanates through the air and I still inside her. My fingers dig into her soft skin, holding on for dear life as I climax with a vengeance. My body tenses and jerks as I come, filling her with every last drop I have. I can feel each beat of her heart pulsating around my cock through her core.
Before my arms begin to shake uncontrollably, I climb off and settle beside her, laying a reverent peck on her cheek in the process. What this girl does to me is beyond words, and I love how all these amazing feelings have taken over my heart.
The popping and sizzling sounds of the fireworks increase outside, bringing our attention to the sky just beyond the open doors. During the grand finale, I say, “Happy birthday, my beautiful Liberty.”
*****
A sudden crying noise wakes me up from a dead sleep, and my battle instincts kick in. Jerking awake, I notice Libby wrapped tightly around my body, and the feel of her skin against mine makes me smile.
“It’s just the baby,” she says, her sleepy voice mumbling into the crook of my neck. “He always wakes up before the damn sun.”
“Shh, you stay here and rest. I’ll go see the little guy,” I offer, deciding I won’t take no for an answer. My heart rate increases tenfold as an idea pops into my head.
“Really, Max, I—” My finger cuts her off as I sit up and look for my bag of clothes that Libby dug out of the closet for me.
“No worries. I want to. You’ll be able to hear me through the monitor if I have to scream for help, okay?”
She nods and smiles, but I can tell her thoughts are riddled with doubt. Little Max’s cries turn into wails as he continues to call for attention.
Spotting my bag across the room, I make a show of grabbing some boxers and a pair of shorts, all while checking on the shiny stone I snuck into my pocket yesterday.
I feel confident as I peek my head into the baby’s room and see he is staring at the door expectantly, waiting for his mommy to come get him. His cries soften a bit when he sees me, but it’s not until I pick him up that he stops crying completely, deciding my nose is much more interesting than a few tears.
Even though I held him quite a bit yesterday, I still feel awkward as I lightly bounce him and carry him over to the
little table where the diapers are. While laying him down on the plush surface, little Max looks at me like I have three heads.
“What? I watched your mommy do this many times yesterday. If I can trek through the mountains of Afghanistan, I sure as hell can change a little bitty diaper, right bud?”
Yeah, easier said than done, I think as I examine the tabs along his little, teeny hips. He stares at me and starts thrashing and kicking his legs, making it obvious he’s getting impatient with my slow progress.
“Okay, here we go,” I say to him as I rip off both tabs and open the diaper. Just pee, thank Christ.
Pulling it out from beneath his butt, I look around for the trashcan. If I remember correctly, Libby used this confounded contraption that twists the diapers up. Aww, hell. I give up almost immediately and toss the diaper to the other side of the table, figuring Libby can tell me what the frack to do with it later.
My eyes roam my surroundings to try and find the clean diapers.
“Ah hah!” I say, startling the little half-naked boy lying in front of me. His tiny body jerks, but his big, blue eyes never leave mine.
“You better put that diaper on him quick before he pisses all over you,” a voice says from the doorway. I look up and see Libby, wearing nothing but my t-shirt, leaning up against the doorjamb.
Damn, she looks sexy in my shirt.
Looking back down at little Max, I make quick work of putting a new diaper on him. It’s all kinds of crooked, and I know I totally butchered it by the look on Libby’s face. But hey, I did it.
Thinking quick, I pull the ring from my pocket and slip it onto one of the baby’s fingers, watching carefully to make sure he doesn’t put it anywhere near his mouth.
Picking him up, I carry him over to Libby and say, “Little man here has something for you.”
“Oh yeah?” Walking a bit further into the room, she stops in front of him and coos, “What’cha got there, bud?”
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