“Fuck, dollface,” I murmur, dragging my tongue slowly up her folds, savoring the taste I’ve missed more than air. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
She cries out, her hands flying to my hair, tugging, anchoring me to her. I don’t fight it. I bury myself there, licking her slowly, thoroughly, worshipping her like she’s the only thing I’ve ever needed.
Because she is.
Her thighs are trembling in my hands, spread wide against the sheets, the taste of her already coating my tongue. God, I’d almost forgotten how addictive she is, almost.
I drag my tongue up her slit, flattening it against her until I reach her clit. I circle it lazily, just enough pressure to make her hips jerk, then back off, sucking one of her folds into my mouth like I’ve got all the time in the world.
She whimpers, her fingers twisting hard in my hair. “Maverick—please.”
I grin against her, my tongue flicking over her clit in quick, teasing strokes before dipping back down to fuck into her with the flat of my tongue. Her thighs clamp tight around my ears, but I force them wider, groaning as I lap at her like a starving man.
“Goddamn,” I rasp against her, my lips slick with her arousal. “Forgot how fucking sweet you taste. Missed this mouthful of you.”
She moans louder, her back arching, her chest heaving as she rocks against my face. Every time her hips lift, I pinher harder to the mattress, tongue thrusting inside her, curling against that soft spot until her whole body trembles.
Her cries get sharper, broken, her nails biting into my scalp as she gasps, “Maverick—I’m gonna?—”
I seal my mouth around her clit, sucking hard, sliding two fingers inside her at the same time. The combination makes her break. She screams my name, body convulsing, thighs shaking uncontrollably as she comes undone against my mouth.
I don’t stop. I drink her down, groaning into her until she collapses back against the sheets, panting. Her chest is flushed, her hair sticking to her damp face, her lips parted as she looks at me like she can’t believe what I just did to her.
I crawl up her body, kissing her stomach, her tits, her throat, until I hover above her again. My cock is straining, pressing against her thigh through the thin barrier of my sweats.
Her eyes meet mine, dark and wet, her voice still shaky. “Please, Mav. I need you inside me.”
“Fuck, dollface. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that again.” I groan, kissing her hard, desperate.
I strip the rest of the way out of my sweats, my cock springing free, thick and already leaking at the tip. Her eyes flick down, widening, as her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
I guide myself to her entrance, teasing her slit with the head of my cock, sliding it back and forth just to hear her gasp, to watch her hips twitch with need.
“You ready for me?” I murmur, my voice wrecked. “Ready for me to love you like I’ve been dying to?”
Her hands frame my face, her lips trembling. “Always.”
And with one slow, steady thrust, I push inside her.
The stretch makes both of us moan, her nails rakingdown my back as I sink deeper, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt. Her walls clamp tight around me, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right there.
“Jesus Christ, Amelia,” I groan into her neck. “You feel like heaven.”
My forehead drops against hers, my jaw clenched just to keep from losing it too fast. “Fuck, dollface…” My voice scrapes low, rough. “You’re so fucking tight around me. Like your body’s been waiting for my cock.”
Her nails bite into my back, her legs tightening around me as she whimpers, “Maverick?—”
I kiss her hard, thrusting deep instead of rushing. Every thrust is steady, deliberate, her walls fluttering around me like she doesn’t know whether to fight me or beg for more.
“You feel that?” I mumble against her mouth, rolling my hips slowly until she gasps. “That’s me stretching you, filling you up. God, baby… I missed this pussy.”
Her eyes flutter, her lips trembling, and I take her nipple into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the barbell, sucking until she arches under me. She gasps again, her hand flying into my hair.
“That’s it,” I growl, licking a path up her throat. “Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
She moans louder, and it damn near breaks me. I slow even more, grinding so deep she cries out, her body clenching tight around me.
“You’re mine, Amelia,” I whisper, filthy and reverent all at once. “My wife. My perfect fucking girl. I don’t care how long it’s been — I’ll fuck you slow all night until you never doubt who you belong to.”
