She does, and the luxurious heat in her gaze as she lies ready for me to pamper makes my already-hard dick twitch. It’s uncomfortably stiff in my pants, but I’m not about to let the damn thing out. This is about making Maven feel good, and if I start removing clothes, she’ll think I expect more.
I add more oil and gently massage Maven’s feet, calves, and thighs. My desperate, frayed hunger is starting to get the best of me—so before I get any closer to her panties, I reach for one of her arms again instead.
But before I can do anything, Maven sits up, cups my chin, and kisses me.
I’m immediately on my knees, straddling her as I kiss her back. Her lips are fucking divine. She pulls back to peer at me, her gaze fierce with want, just like mine.
“Strip,” she murmurs. “So I can return the favor.”
I kiss down her jaw and neck, pressing her shoulder so she lays back again instead of sitting up. “Some other time. I’m enjoying how much you enjoy this way too much.”
“Strip,”she repeats, pulling me down with her to continue teasing and biting my lips.
I quickly get my clothes the fuck off, not disrupting our kiss as I throw it all aside and free my raging erection. She wants me naked? I’ll be naked. I’ll be whatever the hell she wants as long as she never stops kissing me.
Her body arches against mine, her thigh brushing against my hard cock, making me lightheaded. I break away to let her catch her breath while I kiss lower and lower—her neck, between her tits so I can feel her scar against my lips, down her stomach untilI can move aside her panties to finally slip my tongue between her thighs.
Oh, fuck. She’s so wet and warm and completely fuckingirresistible.
I immediately slip a finger into her, reveling in how she feels. When I curl my finger and continue lapping at her pussy, Maven gasps, her fingers tugging at my hair.
I need more of that. The tugging, the sounds she’s making—Ineedit. So I continue to lick and pinch and tease, taking my time to learn what exactly makes Maven pant, what makes her moan, and what makes her tug even harder on my hair.
“Everett,” she groans, trying to grind up impatiently for more.
I pin her thighs down, giving her a chiding look before I slowly strip down her panties and toss them aside. Then I reposition myself and lick a path up her wetness, blowing softly on it.
Maven gasps sharply as her wetness frosts over, her hands sweeping over my shoulders and her fingers digging into my skin from surprise at the temperature shock. That bite from her grip is so damn good that my cock twitches, desperate for more.
I just as quickly lick the cold away to smile up at her.
“Nice party trick,” she laughs breathlessly. “And dimples. So fucking unfair.”
Party trick? Okay, if she’s going to tease me, she deserves more.
I lick her entrance again, sucking her clit as I slide a second finger into her. She starts trying to grind up against me again, making all those fantastic fucking sounds. This time, when I breathe frost all over this beautiful wetness and Maven tenses, I double down, plunging my fingers deep into her as I devour her pussy.
She swears and grips my shoulders as a sudden surge of heady wetness drenches my face, sending my control out the window as my cock twitches. I moan as pleasure races through my body. Her entrance pulses around my fingers, rhythmic and subtle.
Gods on high. I’m officially addicted to this—to her pleasure.
I smile breathlessly up at her, but Maven’s eyes widen as she sits up.
“Fuck. Did I just…?”
“You squirted,” I sigh happily, already going down for more.
But she twists her fingers in my hair to keep me in place, her brow furrowing. “Is squirting normal?”
“It’s phenomenal, so don’t even fucking think about getting self-conscious about it,” I warn. “Now, lay back and let me play with you.”
“It’s time I play with you,” she counters.
“I’ll need a few minutes.” I lower my head, ready for a repeat of one of the best moments of my life.
But then I’m left stunned when her legs lock around my shoulders, and she twists, rolling me over. She moves blindingly fast, so one moment, her thighs are beside my head, and the next, she’s straddling me with a smirk.
“You blush so nicely for me,” Maven hums.
