Within seconds, Max and Nina's soulful kiss escalated into a breath-stealing, chest-heaving free-for-all. Max crushed his mouth passionately against hers. Tongues danced. Hands groped. He felt drunk with need. In rough, frantic movements, Max yanked off his underwear. Then, he helped Nina remove her panties soon after. His fingers dragged roughly across her sweet curves like a blind man learning every intoxicating inch and line on the female form. He moaned in reverence. Over her heat, her scent, her beauty. His hands wanted to worship Nina everywhere at once, her full breasts, rounded hips, perfect ass—

Nina touched and fondled and teased him back with equal abandon. Her hands skirted across the hard planes of his chest, over the solid ripples of his abs, and past the defined ridges of his V-line until she found his hardening cock. Her touch drove him wild. Desire mounted through Max. As his libido roared back to life, with some effort, Max pulled away, painstakingly, from Nina, nudged her hand away from his crotch, and gazed down at her with hungry eyes.

He kissed her again on the lips and whispered, "I'll be right back."

She appeared confused. Her eyes were glazed with lust. " Where are you going?"

"Don't worry, mami. I'll be down here if you need me."

Nina flushed as she grasped onto his meaning. She breathed, "Oh, Max, that's fucking hot."

Max flashed her a small, wicked smile. "If all goes well, you won't be seeing straight for days."

Nina's breath hitched.

Without another word, he ducked between her legs and began raining a trail of soft, feathery kisses over her mound and along her inner thighs. He teased and nipped and teased at her softness. She growled in frustration. Her fingers tangled into his hair. She tugged at him gently. Max let Nina guide him towards her most intimate folds.

"Please," she begged.

"Please... what?"

Nina glared down at him. "Don't be a smartass, Max. This isn't the time."

He grinned cheekily. "Have some patience. Good things come to those who wait."

"Two can play this game," she huffed, "and I hear karma tends to be a real bitch. Just you wait until I get my turn to tease your—"

Max didn't let her finish. He kissed her. Deeply. Heatedly.

There.

Nina surrendered with a whimper and sigh as Max proceeded to use every weapon in his arsenal—lips, mouth, fingers, and tongue—to pleasure her. He went slow, achingly slow, as though they had all the time in the world to play and dawdle and linger. He licked. He sucked. He probed. He explored her outer folds, her inner folds, her secret hidden crevices. He lapped at her clit, lightly, lightly, ever so lightly, before closing his lips around that most sensitive nub, drawing it into his mouth with a tantalizingly lazy, gentle suction.

Nina groaned and writhed appreciatively with her eyes shut tight. Her pussy was noticeably wet, very wet, at this point, and the simple knowledge that he was the one turning her on made his happy cock twitch with pride.

With barely any resistance, Max slid two fingers into her slickness and began to pump them in and out. He crooked his fingers at a slight angle to rub against the upper walls of her pretty pink pussy. He played around for a while before Nina gasped with fierce approval. "Oh, yes! Right there, yes!"

Once Max knew that he had found the spot, he didn't slow down. He didn't speed up. Max kept his hand moving at a steady, steady pace, using his fingertips to repeatedly massage her trigger point—right there, right there, right there, yesss—while his mouth continued to make love to her clit. Adoringly, Max alternated between light, teasing swirls and strokes with his tongue and the hard, greedy suction of his mouth.

Panting and moaning, Nina gripped and tugged at his hair in desperation. "Max, Max, Max... oh, my God... I'm so close..."

Max winced when her fingers tightened into fists around his light brown curls, but it was a good kind of hurt. It showed that Nina was spiraling out of control. It showed that he was probably pushing all of her buttons in the right ways. Max kept driving his fingers into her dripping wetness, over and over again, as he continued eating her out like a ripe honeyed peach.

Without holding anything back, Max nudged and nudged Nina towards release until she started grinding herself wantonly against his face.

God, the sight of Nina coming so undone so made him want to shoot his load all over again.

Tenderness and desire spiked through him. Max tightened his left arm around Nina's thigh to pull her in closer. His mouth honed in on her sex even more intensely than before. His right arm muscles clenched as he pumped into her harder, faster. Nina's cries and moans grew louder by the minute. His heart pounded in a frenzy alongside her excitement.

Max pulled his lips away from her for only a second to murmur huskily, "You look so beautiful right now, mami. I love seeing you like this. I wanna make you come like this again and again and then fuck you until you absolutely fall apart in my arms."

Those sweet, dirty nothings seemed to push Nina thoroughly over the edge. Max felt her thighs tremble upon his shoulders. Her pussy convulsed and contracted around his fingers and mouth as she cried out in ecstasy. He stayed with her through the rise and fall of her climax.

When Nina's shuddering orgasm finally subsided, she tried to push Max's head away. "No... please... it's too sensitive right now... I can't..."

But Max refused to budge. He intended to make good on his word. He lapped at her core with a whisper-like touch. Max kept his tongue so gentle that he was barely grazing her flesh at all. He did this until he drew a soft moan from Nina.

"Is it... still too much?"

"No," she mumbled in a daze. "I think... you can keep going now..."

And so he did.

Max brought Nina to climax two more times with his determined mouth and unrelenting fingers. Finally, when the girl appeared utterly spent in her third post-orgasmic haze, Max scooted back up to kiss her. She kissed him back and nuzzled his neck affectionately.

"Hey, you," he whispered.

Rosy-cheeked and glassy-eyed, Nina curled up limply beside him like a rag doll. "Hey, yourself."

"So... how was it? How are you?"

"Holy moly. I don't think I've come that hard or that many times in such a short amount of time, like, ever. Like, damn, Max. Where did you learn how to do that shit?"

He grinned like a loon. "It was pretty good for you, huh?"

She sighed blissfully and giggled. "Let's just say—you're a keeper, Max. There's no doubt in my mind now!"