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We undressed behind the headboard, peeling off each other's clothes between stolen kisses and dirty words. When we were naked, we padded around to the window itself, stood in the spotlights for a few moments, taking in our surroundings. Max drew me toward him, picked me up, kissed me hard and aggressively, and set me on the edge of the bed. I was wild with desire, so eager to begin that my whole body shook. Max gently pushed my shoulders back. I yielded to his hands and lay down. Max kissed and licked my foot, working his way up my ankles, calves, knees, and inner thighs. When I could feel his breath on my pussy and I started to get really wet, he began all over again on the other foot. This time, when his head reached the hot, throbbing place between my legs, he rested his chin on the bed and blew gently on my clitoris. I began to feel the first gentle spasms that foreshadow an orgasm.

Max ran his hands along the smooth skin of my inner thighs. With one hand inside each, he pushed my legs apart as far as they would go. Then he pushed them a little bit farther, and I felt the buildup of a dull tension as the muscles resisted. I could feel his breath on my waiting pussy. He must have been able to see it quivering, desperate for his attention, and placed a kiss directly on it. He hooked his shoulders under my knees, so that my legs remained splayed, and used his fingers to part the skin around my clit, leaving it exposed to his warm breath. Then he went to work with his tongue, tracing tiny shapes around my clitoris, avoiding the bud itself. This let the orgasm build more slowly than any I'd ever experienced before. Round, up, down, round, up, down, teasing me and keeping it steady until I cried out. Because Max had his back to the window, neither of us knew if we were being watched or not.

"Anyone could be looking from behind us," I said. "Watching your ass, your beautiful toned ass, as you're down on your knees, eating my pussy, tonguing my clit." His lips and tongue were busy, so Max didn't answer me with words, but he increased his speed and pressure. When he slid his thumb inside my yearning hole, I knew that my words were turning him on.

"Oh, that feels good," I said and then shouted, "I feel amazing! I've never felt so fucking horny in my whole life!" Max slid another finger inside me and then another. He twisted his hand around, pushing my pussy to its limit. The circling of his tongue on my clit turned to sucking, and as I felt the tiny nip of his teeth on that most sensitive bulge, I began to buck and thrash my limbs wildly, rumpling the perfect Egyptian cotton sheets that I'd spent hours smoothing to perfection earlier. My orgasm took me over sooner than I'd wanted it to, and I hoped Max wouldn't think it was all over too quick. He maintained his rhythm for the few seconds it took for him to be sure I was coming. Then he pulled his fingers away and hardened his tongue, pushing it into my quivering pussy so that it had something to wrap around as the waves of pleasure died down. I kissed Max, tasting myself on him. I looked over my shoulder. There was no one there. No one had seen. I tried not to feel disappointed.

"Come on, Beth," murmured Max. "Your turn."

My pussy lips were still tender and sensitive as I knelt before him, and I winced as I sank to my knees. Max sat up facing the window so he'd know if anyone was watching and promised to give me a running commentary if anyone should walk past.

"I want you to spread your legs so that people can see your asshole and that swollen pink pussy," he commanded. Thrilled by his explicit commands, I obediently splayed my knees, displaying my still-swollen sex, visible and vulnerable from behind.