I cry out, clapping a hand over my mouth as his tongue slides slowly through my folds. He moans against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core. His hands hold me firm, pressing me down against his face, like he needs this more than air.
“God, Amelia,” he mumbles between licks, “you taste so fucking sweet. Gonna fuck you with my tongue until you can’t remember your name.”
Heat floods me as my hips rock helplessly against his mouth. Every flick of his tongue drags me closer to the edge, every filthy groan tearing through my defenses.
“You like that?” he says, gripping my ass and smacking lightly. “Ride me, baby. Fuck my face. Let me make you fall apart.”
I can’t stop. My thighs tighten around his head, my body rolling against him. Every nerve is on fire, everythought unraveling until there’s nothing but him, his mouth, his voice, and the way he’s worshiping me.
My orgasm hits hard, a scream ripping from my throat as I shatter against his tongue. My whole body trembles, and still he doesn’t stop, licking me through it, swallowing me down like he’ll never get enough.
When I finally collapse against him, trembling, his mouth glistening with me, he grins up at me with pure, wrecked satisfaction.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
My body is still trembling when he finally eases me back down onto the bed. His lips are swollen, glistening, and his grin is smug as hell.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper, breathless. My hands clutch at the sheets, trying to steady myself, and he laughs, licking his lips clean of me.
His chest heaves, eyes blazing. “You think I’m done? Baby, I could drown in you and never come up for air.”
I reach for him automatically, tugging at the waistband of his shorts, desperate to return the favor. “Let me?—”
He stills me with a growl, grabbing my wrist and pressing it to the mattress. His forehead rests against mine. “No, not tonight.”
My brow furrows. “Maverick?—”
“Uh-uh.” His lips brush mine, gentle and soft despite the edge in his voice. “Not your mouth. Not your hand. I need your pussy, Amelia. Right now. I want to be inside you when I fall apart.”
His bluntness steals my breath, heat flooding my core all over again.
“Bossy,” I manage, but my voice breaks on the word.
He smirks, grinding against me through the fabric still betweenus. “You like me bossy.”
And God help me, I do.
He strips off his shorts in one quick motion, kicking them aside. My eyes widen, my throat going dry as he settles between my thighs, his thick, hard cock, leaking at the tip. Every inch of him is overwhelming, and all I can think isyes.
He drags the head of his cock through my tight heat, coating himself in my slick. I moan, hips jerking up.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut like the feel of me is already undoing him. “Been waiting all day for this. For you.”
Slowly, inch by inch, he pushes his cock inside of me, stretching me wide until my nails dig into his back, until my mouth falls open on a broken cry.
“Jesus, Maverick,” I pant, my voice strained. “You’re—fuck—you’re huge.”
His grin is cocky but soft at the edges, like he can’t help himself. “Course I am, baby. You think they’d make a quarterback with a small dick?”
I swat his back, breathless, but he laughs, then groans as he bottoms out. “God, Amelia… you’re so tight around me. My perfect wife, taking every inch of my cock.”
He drives into me, each thrust pulling a moan out of me as he cages me beneath his body. His chest brushes mine with every thrust, as he presses his forehead to mine, sweat dripping down his temple. The bedframe bangs against the wall, but all I can hear is his wrecked voice in my ear.
“My wife,” he groans, cradling the side of my face as his thumb strokes under my eye. “God, you feel like heaven. Gonna keep you like this forever.”
My nails dig into his shoulders, my pussy clenching around him, but the words rip out of me before I can stopthem. “Forever’s a long time, quarterback. You sure you can keep up?”
His laugh is broken, shaky, his thrusts stuttering. “You’re really gonna talk shit while I’m inside you?”
