Free Turn It Up by Vivian Arend

clothing. He smoothed a hand along the curve of her breast, down her waist, over the swell of her hip until he could cup her ass and pull her close. His cock ached, and grinding against her gave only a momentary relief. He needed to strip her bare, haul her to the edge of the couch and drive in as deep as he could.
    Her tongue was doing wicked things to his neck but he wanted more than her lips on his skin. He dug his fingers into her hair and tilted her head back until her mouth was in reach and he could kiss her again. He reveled in her taste, but mostly he enjoyed the eager way she returned his touch.
    Their hands were everywhere—opening shirts, tugging fabric from shoulders. They twisted together, staying in contact, feverishly connecting skin on skin as Max sat up and Tasha crawled over him, straddling his lap to return to kissing once more. It was like they were starving, and somehow sharing air would help them survive. He’d lost his shirt, she’d lost hers. Her bra still separated them and he wrapped her close, massaging her back, the warmth of her skin under his palms making him crazy.
    It took three attempts to get the damn bra fastener open, and by that time Tasha was laughing, her soft giggles against his lips making him smile.
    “Such smooth moves…”
    “Distraction—my coordination can’t take it. Holy shit, you’re gorgeous.” Max pulled the straps from her shoulders and stared as her breasts were revealed. He looked up into her eyes, heat reflecting back at him. “Seriously gorgeous.”
    He brushed a tender kiss on her lips before leaning back to admire her again. His mouth had gone totally dry.
    The full swells of her breasts moved uneasily with her erratic breathing. He cupped one, lifting its heavy weight into his hand as he bent forward to lick the tip. A small sound escaped her. Tasha held his head and pulled him closer, and he gave in to what he’d longed for ever since her birthday. He latched onto the nipple and sucked it into his mouth, playing his tongue over the tip. The peak tightened and he nibbled lightly on the rigid point, pulling off with a slight suction to start all over on the other side.
    He was in heaven. Warm skin, lovely heavy tits to enjoy, Tasha making the most fabulous noises in response to his actions. She rocked over him, her crotch heavy against his groin. The heat of her body bled down to entice him with the need to be surrounded by her, squeezing him close. Suddenly the couch was an absolutely rotten place to be, and he seized her under the hips and shuffled upright. Tasha grabbed his neck with a squeal.
    “Max!”
    “Bedroom. I want to be able to see you and touch you and not worry about falling off the edge of the damn couch.”
    She laughed. “I can walk.”
    “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to.”
    Her lips latched onto his neck again and a shiver raced down his spine. Damn, she’d found his sweet spot without even trying.
    He stumbled to the bedroom, pushing the door aside with his shoulder. He dropped her to the bed surface and yanked the messy sheets to the floor. There were far too many clothes between the two of them still. He stopped for a moment to kiss her senseless, his body covering hers.
    When he pulled away she groaned out her pleasure. “I didn’t think we were going to—holy shit.”
    He’d stripped off her pants and panties in one motion, opened her legs and dropped between them. She was wet, the curls covering her mound moist where her cream had escaped. He took great pleasure in drawing a finger along her slit, separating her and opening her to his admiration. Her clit peeked out from the folds of skin at the apex of her opening, and he leaned forward to kiss her intimately.
    Her hips bucked beneath his mouth, and he laughed. “You need me to restrain you or something?”
    She lifted up on her elbows to see him better, her breasts distracting him for a second before he dragged his gaze back up to her eyes. “I’m not