Page 58 of WASP

A grin unfurled across Max’s lips. “My eyes are up here.” She laughed.

Heat bloomed rapidly across the tops of Annie’s cheeks. “If you’re going to wear shorts like that when it’s only you and me,” she said, her voice dropping into a low register as she stepped forward, placing a hand on either side of Max’s body, curling them around the counter’s edge. She pushed herself forward, her chest grazing Max’s, enjoying her shudder at the barest contact. Annie’s mouth hovered over Max’s throat, breath hot and heavy with her desire. “Then I’m going to continue to assume you want me staring at you like that.”

She pressed her lips to Max’s, soft and slow, before diving in, ready to fully submerge herself.

Max’s hands were everywhere on every part of her body as she explored freely, their mouths moving in a dance they’d done before but hadn’t quite perfected, but Annie liked it like that. Max was new and exciting, and made her feel like her life was opening up in ways that, if someone had told her a year ago, she would have called far-fetched.

Annie stepped closer, her thigh pressing against Max’s leg. She rolled her hips, grasping the back of Max’s neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss, grinding her hips against her.

“So—fu—uh,” Max gasped, trying to form a coherent thought as Annie trailed her tongue along her angular jawline. “So, um, I guess no TV shows?” she asked feebly, her hands slipping under the hem of Annie’s sweatshirt to rest on her hips, leaving little pinpricks of fire on her skin.

“We could do that,” Annie murmured against Max’s ear as she finally spoke her desire out loud. “Or you could take me back into your bedroom so I can make you say my name so many times you lose count.” Her voice was husky, dripping with the need she held for Max, the desire to feel her, to have her. To be trusted with this part of her.

“That option, please.” Max grinned, pushing off the counter, slipping a delicate hand into Annie’s and guiding her into the bedroom.

The room itself wasn’t overly large. Big enough to fit a queen-size bed, a dresser, and not much else, but it was cozy. Annie didn’t have time to look too closely before Max had her up against the door, the weight of her body pressing against Annie as Max tangled a hand in her hair once more, exposing Annie’s neck. Max’s mouth charted her jawline, her neck, and lower still. Greedy hands gathered the material of her sweatshirt, tugging it up and⁠—

“Max,” Annie whispered her name, hands pressing into the tops of Max’s shoulders. Not a moan, but a plea.

Max stilled instantly. “Everything okay?” she asked, concern flashing behind her pale blue gaze as her eyes searched Annie’s for an answer.

Annie smiled sweetly, leaning forward to kiss her, deciding that it was safe to ask for exactly what she needed. “Is it okay if I, um, make you come first?” She wished her question sounded more confident, but she was learning that vulnerability sometimes meant temporarily setting confidence aside.

Max’s easy grin calmed her. “As long as you’re cool with me coming in like two seconds.” Annie’s eyelids fluttered closed at the thought of Max being so turned on by her that she could come that fast.

“My last STD tests all came back negative,” Annie blurted out, mortification bubbling up inside her. “I mean, like, I’m down for whatever you are. Just, um–tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like or isn’t working for you…you know… Good to go.” She buried her face in Max’s shoulder, the heat of embarrassment spreading through her, but Max was laughing as she tilted Annie’s chin, angling her so their eyes met.

“Mine were also negative. And there hasn’t been anyone else for me in a while.” Max responded.

Annie dropped her gaze to Max’s mouth, inhaling deeply. She leaned in, hovering just above Max’s lips. The sensation of hot breath an unbearable tease.

“What was that about you making me come?” Max slipped a hand over the curve of Annie’s hip pulling her close.

Annie grinned into their kiss as she gently pushed Max back towards the bed, and when the back of her knees hit the mattress, Annie watched as Max eagerly laid back, lifting her own sweatshirt up and over her head, revealing her bare, freckled chest, soft pink nipples already hard and begging to be tasted.

“Do you ever wear a bra?” Annie asked playfully, eyes tracing the contours of Max’s body as her fingers toyed with the drawstring of her own shorts, steady hands working them over her hips, dropping them to the ground

“Rarely.” Max smirked, clearly pleased with herself, but even more so at the sight of Annie standing next to the bed in her zip-up sweatshirt, her fingers on the zipper, tugging it down at an excruciatingly unhurried pace.

She watched the way Max’s gaze stayed with her hand as she tracked the movements of the zipper moving inch by tantalizing inch. With a deep inhale, Annie shrugged the garment off completely, leaving her standing before Max in the lacey black lingerie set she had picked out for this very moment.

Max let out a low whistle, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, her hands reaching out for Annie.

She stepped closer into Max’s outstretched arms, melting into the heat of her touch.

“Did you put this on for me?” she asked, her words languid and sticky as she placed a trail of kisses from the valley between Annie’s breasts, down over her abdomen, fingers toying with the lacy material.

“No,” she said honestly. “I put it on for me.” Her fingers threaded in Max’s hair as she whispered her truth, closing her eyes, enjoying the tingling sensation each well-placed kiss sent racing across her skin. “But I hoped you’d enjoy it too.”

In one motion, Annie dropped to her knees, thankful for the plush area rug as she spread Max’s thighs, positioning herself between them, the spandex shorts still firmly in place—exactly where Annie wanted them, for now at least.

Max gasped as Annie pressed her face against her inner thigh, kissing her way towards her goal. “Trust me—” Max said, inhaling sharply as Annie’s lips ghosted over her center, not quite touching the fabric as Max’s hips twitched beneath her motions. “I’m really enjoying… Oh, oh my god…” Max threw her head back, her grip on the edge of the mattress tightening in response to Annie rubbing her nose over Max’s heat, finally making contact with the fabric as she inhaled the musky scent of Max’s desire.

She did it again, Max’s whimper encouraging her to continue as she brought her fingers up to press against her.

Annie listened with curiosity as she explored Max, making note of the kisses that made her moan, the touches that made her body react, and the movements that made her gasp, collecting every piece of knowledge of what having Max like this meant.

“If you keep doing that,” Max panted, Annie’s fingers working unhurried circles over her as Max’s hips moved along with her, “I’m going to come.” She reached for Annie’s arm, wrapping her hand delicately around her bicep.