Levitate (20 page)

I SLIDE INTO bed beside her and the feel of her skin against mine has me ready to blow. I feel like the fucking fifteen-year-old me. Kensington affects me like no one else ever has. I guess love will do that to you. Looking at her beautiful face, I want to tell her. I want to tell her how much she means to me, how I’ve fallen head over heels in love with her and sink in balls deep. And stay there. I know this is going to be an experience like no other. I’ve never slept with anyone I cared about before, and well… I more than care for her.

I’m expecting her to freak out, but she doesn’t. Instead she says, “Neither have I.” My heart does fucking summersaults at her admission. It’s not an exact declaration of love, but the way she said it tells me she’s about to. Today we’re both making love for the first time.

Gently, I rub the pad of my thumb over her nipple. “Max,” she says on a sigh. I love how I can do that to her. With one touch, she’s wanting more of me with her.

“What?” I ask her. My cocky side rearing its ugly head just from the way she reacts to my touch.

This girl’s mine. I’m going to need for her to confirm that minor detail before this goes much further.

“Tell me what you want, love.”

The corner of her mouth lifts. “I want you, Maxton Cooper.” She smiles at me. “Inside of me,” she adds with a wink. She’s fucking flirting with me and I just fell even more in love with her. I’ve never had this, fun with the person I’m in bed with. Then again, I’ve never been with Kensi, not yet. Running her fingers through my hair, she asks, “Tell me what you want, love,” she throws my words back at me.

Without hesitation, I answer, “I want to make you levitate. I want to be so far inside of you that we can’t tell where you end and I begin. I want you to tell me that you’re mine.”

Her eyes are wide like my words surprised her. “Yours?” she asks; her voice is soft.

“Yes, baby. Mine. Before I’m inside of you, I need to hear you say it. I need to know that no one else gets to be where I am. I need you to tell me you’re mine,” I lay it out for her.

A slow lazy smile crosses her face. Her hands are clasped behind my neck. “Are you mine, Maxton Cooper?”

“Irrevocably.”

“Then, yes, Maxton, I’m yours.” She pulls me to her for a kiss. We both get lost in the kiss. Her lips on mine is an addiction I never want to be free of. “Make me levitate, Max,” she whispers against my lips.

My fucking pleasure!

I climb on top of her and settle in between her legs. She opens wide for me. I can feel her heat and all I want to do is thrust forward and bury myself inside of her. I don’t. Not this time. I need this time to be different; she’s not just some hook up. I place my arms on either side of her head and prop myself up.

“You’re trembling,” she informs me.

Yep. My arms are shaking. This is a big deal. I’ve never felt this way and I know, deep in my gut, I know that once I’m inside of her, all bets are off. I’m going to be a changed man, and I’m good with that, as long as I have her. I’m good with it.

“This is… you mean a lot to me.” There I go with word vomit. I can’t seem to help myself where she’s concerned.

“Glad to know I’m not alone,” she replies. “It’s just us. Kensington and Maxton. I want this; I want you. Nothing else matters.”

Leaning down, I capture a nipple between my teeth. I nip and lick one then the other. Kens is running her hands through my hair, tugging me closer to her chest. “Maxton,” she moans my name and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever heard in my entire life.

My lips trail down her stomach. I nip and soothe with my tongue, taking my time savoring the taste of her. I can smell how much she wants me as I get closer. I place a wet sloppy kiss right below her belly button and she giggles. “Maxton, stop teasing,” she scolds me through her giggles. I love the sound. I love how we can be this way with each other—open, free to feel and be who we are. No expectations, just Max and Kens.

I look up and see she’s staring at me. “No one’s ever…” She trails off and my heart fucking swells. I get to be a first for her. I’m going where no one has ever gone before. She’s chewing on her bottom lip. She’s worried. “Kens, sweetheart, I promise you’re going to want me here,” I lick just above her folds, “as much as possible. But if you don’t like it, tell me and we stop. We’ll never do anything you don’t want, okay?”

She releases her lip from her teeth, takes a deep breath, and lies back on the pillow. That’s my green light. I tap on the inside of her thighs, letting her know to spread open for me. She doesn’t hesitate. Placing my hands under her ass, I tilt her up for better access. I start slow, just a short quick swipe of my tongue. She gasps at the contact. I smile against her thigh as I kiss her, drawing patterns with my tongue. She tastes so fucking sweet; I could spend hours right here, but I won’t. I need to be inside of her. Next time, I promise myself. I smile at the fact that there will be a next time. She said she was mine, and I’m fucking ecstatic.

Her hands grip the sheets. I hover my mouth over her, breathing against her skin, letting her anticipate my next move. Leaning in, I make a few slow swipes with my tongue. She moans my name, “Max…” I continue to use slow strokes of my tongue, just to get her used to me being all up in her business.

I reach up and lightly pinch her sensitive nipples, causing her to release a deep, throaty moan. Heat surges through me as she bucks her hips, causing my tongue to go even deeper. I slide my fingers through her silk and increase the pressure of my tongue. “Max!” she cries out my name and it fuels me to drive her over the edge. She’s writhing beneath me. I lift her legs and place them over my shoulders. She locks them behind my neck, which keeps me locked right where she wants me.

I work my tongue up to her clit. I need for her to tumble over the edge so I can bury myself deep inside of her. Fingers and tongue in simultaneous rhythm, I go no holds barred. Kens lifts her hips, bucking into me. I lay my hand on her belly to help keep her still. “Maxton… Max… Fuck!” she screams as her body shudders against my tongue and my finger are both laced with the silk of her release.

Lifting my head, I slide her legs from my shoulders and look up at her. She’s lying there with her eyes closed, panting, her chest heaving from her climax. The sight before me has me sucking in air. She literally steals the breath from my lungs. The vision of her like this will be forever ingrained in my memory. This entire experience will never leave me. It’s never been this way, tasted as good. I’ve never wanted to please someone so bad. Truth is… love changes everything.

WHAT THE HELL
was that?
Keeping my eyes closed, I try to focus on breathing, deep breath in and out. I didn’t realize what I’ve been missing. I’ve only slept with a few guys, and usually it’s when one or both of us are a little intoxicated. Not too much that I don’t know what I’m doing, just enough to take the edge off, to relax long enough to complete the task and move on.

His lips graze my nipple and my eyes pop open. “Hey, pretty girl.” He softly kisses my lips. I can taste myself, and as much as I always thought that would turn me off, it doesn’t. Not after how those lips made me feel.

“Hi.” I turn my head away so he doesn’t see me blush.

Cupping my face in the palm of his hand, he turns me to face him. “Don’t hide from me, Kens. Not now.” His voice is pleading.

“I’m sorry, I just… I’m embarrassed at how I acted.” I feel the heat flood my cheeks. “I got lost there for a few minutes,” I push the words out.

The corner of his lips tilts up until he is full on grinning. “You let go with me. You have no idea how sexy you are, how sexy you were in that moment, hearing you cry out my name, writhing against me. Never apologize for enjoying our time together.” He leans down and kisses my nose. “This isn’t a one-time thing, Kens. You said you were mine, and I’m holding you to that. I want to see you come undone from what I do to you. I fucking love the fact that I’m the only one.”

“Just you,” I whisper the words, not really sure I want him to hear me. He does.

“Just us,” he says as he drops his head, bringing his mouth to my sensitive nipple. I run my fingers through his hair while he feasts on one then the other.

“Max.” I try to get his attention, but he doesn’t stop. “Maxton.” I try again. This time I tug a little on his hair.

His head rises and eyes blazing with passion are staring back at me. I’m in awe of how much this man means to me. How he snuck his way in, and now, I don’t ever want to think about what life might be without him in it. However, once he knows, he may not feel the same. He may not want to be with the “broken girl” when he can have anyone he wants. I need to seize every minute, every memory I can and lock them away for when that happens. “Make love to me.”

On trembling arms, Max places himself on top of me. I open my legs and he settles between them. Slowly, he eases his body onto mine, careful not to crush me. Then, he nestles his face in the crook of my neck. I can feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the quick pants of breath against my skin. I run my hands up and down his back in a soothing manner, the hard planes of his muscles under my fingertips. He’s so big, yet gentle.

We lay like this for several minutes and I’m starting to get worried. “Maxton, we don’t…” My words die in my throat as he lifts his head and locks his gaze on me.

“You’re everything I never knew I wanted. I want to stay in this moment forever. I need for you to understand what this means to me, that you’re giving me this… this gift of you. I will forever cherish you, Kens.” He wipes my cheek capturing the tear that has just fallen with his thumb.

I need him. I need him as close as possible. I lock my arms and legs around him, which brings him where I need him. Our eyes lock as he slowly pushes inside of me. “Fuck, Kensi.” He stills above me, inside of me.

“Max.” I wiggle my hips. I need him to move.

He chuckles. “What, babe?” he asks as he starts to rotate his hips. I make a noise between a sigh and a moan, really I have no idea what kind of sound it is and I don’t care. He feels so good. “You feel amazing,” he whispers in my ear, his lips traveling down my neck.

Propping himself on one elbow, his other hand travels over my body. If it’s within his reach, his hands are there, caressing, driving me crazy.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, peppering kisses across my chest.

“Maxton, please,” I beg him. This slow onslaught that he’s doing is great, really, but I need him.

“Tell me what you need, Kensi,” he whispers against my lips.

“I need for you to fuck me.” I cry out as he thrust deep. Finally! I move my arms under his and grip his back, holding on to him. He’s relentless as he thrusts over and over. I watch as his eyes are closed tight, his breathing rough. Feeling my gaze, his eyes open and lock on mine.

He moves his hand to rub my clit. “Kensi, babe, I’m close. Are you ready?” he asks, never losing the rhythm of his hips or his thumb. “I need you to go with me, babe.”

“Yes,” I pant, “I’m there, Max.” His lips crash to mine, swallowing back my cries as we both fall over the edge of pure bliss. “I’ve never… j-j-just never been like that,” I stutter the words.

Max moves to lie beside me. He wraps his strong arms around me and holds tight. “Kensington,” he breathes.

My head is resting on his chest; the thunderous beat of his heart is right below my ear. We lay still as we both catch our breath and come down from the high we just experienced. I have no doubt he is just as affected as I am.

Kissing the top of my head, he says, “Pack a bag for tonight. I want you in my bed.”

I’m quiet while I let his words sink in. “Kens, I just want you in my space so I can hold you like this.” The rough pads of his fingers trace my spine.

“Okay,” I finally say as I move to sit up. He tightens his hold on me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks. His voice is husky.

“To finish my shower.” He reluctantly releases me and I stand. I feel the evidence of our passion and freeze. “Shit,” I breathe.

Max is standing beside me in an instant. “What’s wrong?” His big hands are holding my face, his gaze locked with mine.

“Condom,” I croak out.

Max furrows his brow. “That’s never happened before. I’ve never forgotten. Never.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulls me onto his lap. “I’m sorry, Kens. It’s my responsibility and I just… I was so lost in you that it didn’t even cross my mind.” He kisses my shoulder.

I mentally count the days in my head. “I think we’re okay,” I tell him.

With his index finger, he turns my head so he can look into my eyes. “Of course we’ll be okay. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. Either way, however this turns out, we’ll be fine.” His voice is a little shaky.

Trust. I nod my head that I heard him, kiss his cheek, and head for the shower.