He drops his keys, and rather than pull apart and bend down to pick them up, he pushes me against the wall, where he thrusts his hips against mine again and continues to kiss me. His hands move down to my ass, and he pulls me toward him to force our bodies still closer, eliminating any possible space between us that might’ve been there before.
My body aches for him everywhere, but the epicenter of need is squarely between my legs. I moan into his mouth, and he pulls his mouth from mine.
I think he’s bending down to grab his keys, so imagine my shock when instead I feel his hand move under my dress and tug at the edge of my panties. He yanks them over and thrustsa finger into me, and I tip my head back, hitting it against the wall as I moan at the feel of his finger inside me again. He gets down on his knees, tosses one of my legs over his shoulders, keeps my panties to the side, and swipes his tongue through my pussy.
Right. There. In. The. Hallway.
I set my hands on his head with the intention of finding a place to rest them, but suddenly I find myself pulling his head harder toward my pussy as I shamelessly grind on his face. He grunts, and the deep sound reverberates through my entire core, the hum sending a shockwave of pleasure straight through me.
He yanks at the lace of my panties, and they snap clean away from my body.
God, that was hot.
I cry out as I continue grinding on his face, his finger moving in and out of my pussy as he sucks on my clit. He’s so good with his mouth that it’s literally mere seconds before I’m falling apart over him, my legs quaking and my body shaking as I come hard, flooding his mouth with my own wetness.
He stays with me until I finish, until I sink back into the wall and my body relaxes, and then he says, “Jesus, fuck, woman. I was just bending down to grab my keys when your sweet cunt got in my way.”
I can’t help a laugh at that.
And I also can’t seem to move as he rises and unlocks his door. He must sense that I’m utter jelly at the moment because he picks me up and carries me over the threshold like a bride.
He sets me down on his couch, and he heads toward his refrigerator. He brings me back a bottle of water. “Here. You just lost a lot of fluid, so I’m going to need you to hydrate.”
I giggle as I smack his arm, but I hydrate as the man requested.
He wanted to do me fast and hard the first time, and he’s already chalked up one orgasm on his way to his goal of four.
“Let me know when you’re ready,” he murmurs.
I set the bottle of water on his end table after I chug half of it, and I nod. “Ready.”
He looks surprised, but he doesn’t question it. Instead, he holds out a hand and helps me up. He walks me over toward his windows, and he stops in front of a recliner chair that didn’t used to be there.
“Your new thinking chair?” I guess.
He shakes his head as a salacious smile forms on his lips, his eyes hot on mine. “My new fucking chair.”
“I hope it’s just for me,” I half-heartedly tease.
“It’s just forus.”
He pulls his cock out from the shorts he’s wearing, and he strokes himself a few times. “But that’s for later. The slow version. Maybe orgasm number three.” He’s so composed as he continues stroking himself while he talks to me. “Right now, though, number two? I want you naked and leaning up against the windows. I want handprints there that will make my house cleaner question what the fuck I was doing up against the window. Take off your clothes.”
I scramble to follow his instructions, dropping my jacket, red dress, and bra on the floor. He licks his lips as if his mouth is watering, and his eyes flick along my body, branding me everywhere with his hot gaze.
“God, I missed you,” he murmurs. I’m about to reply when he issues his demand. “Bend over and put your hands on the window.”
I’m about to get sassy with ayessiror something similar, but I refrain, instead doing exactly as he asks. I feel his hand as it moves along my skin, cupping the curve of my ass beforeit moves up and around to my hip, and still upwards as he grabs onto my breast. He tugs at my nipple, sending a shock of need through my system, and then he lines up behind me. He thrusts toward me a few times before he enters me, his cock warming in my ass as I think about the day he’ll claim that as his, too. The thought sends a shiver through me. I’ve had anal sex before, but somehow I feel like it would be less about the act itself as a goal and more about pleasure for both parties with Maverick.
He bends over me and takes both my breasts in his hands, massaging them and tweaking my nipples as we both stare out at the view beneath us. Anyone could look up here and see a woman getting fucked by her man on the seventeenth floor of a building, and there’s something intrinsically hot and powerful about the exhibitionism of it all.
He lets go of one of my breasts in order to fist his cock, and a second later, he’s sliding into me. I’m still so wet from what he just did to me in the hallway, and now we’re fucking against his windows. I’ll never be able to look out these windows upon this view again without thinking about this moment—how good it feels, howrightit feels. How we’re together again, and how we overcame the obstacles that nearly severed our ties for good, but we didn’t. We got through it, past it, and now we can leave it behind as we move toward a future that’s just for the two of us.
The thought has me clawing at the window, trying to find something to grip onto as my body hurtles toward its second climax in only a few minutes.
“Jesus, Ev, yes. Your cunt’s so fucking tight,” he murmurs, his voice raspy and deep as he picks up the speed of our rhythm. “I want to fuck you all night, but I’m almost there.”
“Give it to me,” I scream at him, clawing more at the window as I start to fall apart.
