Page 18 of Blowing His Circuit
"Yes, both. Oh, fuck!" I moan, then whimper when he stops.
"Lift up," he commands.
I scramble up, watching as he slides down until his mouth is directly below me.
"Sit."
"Oh, fuck." I let out a hard breath and moan as his tongue and mouth devour me from underneath. "Oh, God, yes, yes, yes!" I chant, riding his face as little coils of pleasure build low in my belly.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he pulls me down hard against his mouth. My fingernails dig into the wooden headboard, knowing he's about to send me over the edge.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" I sob as my body seizes. "I love you!"
I shatter, and my gorgeous, not-so-grumpy man mumbles his love against my sex, licking me through my orgasm as my heart races.
I try to lift myself off his face and make sure he's still breathing, but the sexy man of my dreams continues to torment me with his mouth until I'm a wailing mess of need.
Max slides down the bed and pops up behind me. He quickly urges me to my hands and knees, and I bury my face in the covers, begging for his cock. I love how he takes control and manhandles me into position.
"I love you, Aubrey," he growls as he buries himself inside me with one long thrust.
I grip the sheets with both hands as he wraps an arm around my hip and flicks his thumb against my clit.
"And I promise to spend every single day of my life proving it to you. I always want you to want to say yes from now on."
Max's thumb strums my sensitive bundle of nerves as he thrusts into me.
"Oh, fuuuuck," I moan loudly. "Yes, yes, yes. Always yes!"
Epilogue - Aubrey
Two Months Later
"Where's my good girl? Where'd she go?"
I suppress a snicker as I tiptoe into the house, hoping Max didn't hear the garage door. Opening the video app on my phone, I hit record and hold the camera around the corner of the door frame, so I stay out of sight.
I watch the screen as Max plays peek-a-boo with our kitten, Van Nilla—Nilla for short. Our puppy, Sprinkles, snoozes by the fireplace, clearly tuckered out from playtime. Max grins as Nilla pounces on the blanket, and he picks her up, cuddling the tiny ball of fluff against his broad chest. He gives her little kisses on her head, and I cut the video.
"I'm home," I announce.
Sprinkles jumps up with a little shake, trailing Max into the kitchen to greet me.
"What have you been up to?" I ask.
"Not much." Max shrugs, leaning down to kiss me.
He hands Nilla over as if he couldn't care less about giving her up. She lifts her paw toward my face, and I grin down at her.
"How was the pedicure?"
"Amazing. I sat next to Violet and her friend, Naomi."
A group of us meets up once a month for pedicures. We book the entire place and catch up on everything going on in our lives. Betty organizes it, so I assume it's a way to get the scoop before everyone else, but it's become a great way to make sure the ladies of Duhring Park stay connected.
"Oh, yes, I know Naomi," Max says with a glint in his eye.
I give him a questioning look. "Yeah, she said she's living in the studio at the reception hall for now. How is she handling the noise?"
