“Noted.”
The cats aren’t on the bed. They must be on the couch where they were sleeping before.
Maverick reaches the bed and sets me down on the end of it. I tug his face down and kiss him until I have no air left in my lungs.
“Are you sure?” he pants, half wild, but still worried for me.
“I’m sure. And I’d only say that if I’m willing to give you everything. Surrender all of me and strip myself totally bare for you.” I know it’s not just sex for him either, but I want to put that out there. He deserves to know that for me, this isn’t about reaching a climax. It’s about being close in ways I’ve never been with anyone before.
He hears the unasked question. “I’m sure too.”
He reaches behind his head and does the magic man trick where he yards it over in a single motion. Before it even drops down to the floor, I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him down. He covers me, molding to me like he did outside, but this time, it’s the soft bed he’s pressing me back against and there’s the comfort of privacy.
I jam my hands under the waistband of my pajamas. Maverick does the rest, pulling them down my legs for me. The basement is warm, but even so, the air still feels cool against my bare skin. It’s not enough. I raise my arms so that he can pull my sweater away. His hand glides over the bare skin of my leg, tucking it up and around him as he leans over me.
He bows his head, kissing my throat and collarbones, tracing his way to my breast. He open mouth kisses my nipple right through the fabric. The wet heat of his mouth is so good. So fucking good, and it’s not even on my bare skin yet.
His fingers inch along the inside of my thigh while he sucks my nipple into his mouth again. My hips surge up as he traces the juncture of my leg and then traces over my seam. My panties are stuck against me, soaked in my arousal, outlining me. His finger over that wet fabric, pressing the cotton down into my slit, is the best bit of heaven.
I try to arch into his hand, take him everywhere all at once. His touch far too light and gentle. I want rough. Pressure. Grinding down on my clit while his fingers pump inside of me, filling me so full.
“Take your pants off,” I beg. “Take everything off. You. Me. All of it.”
It would be easy enough to pull his jeans down and his boxers with them, but I want him bare. I want to be bare with him. I don’t want there to be anything between us.
He rolls off of me, feet finding the floor. He springs up. He undoes his jeans and shoves them down. He doesn’t look awkward at all stepping out of them. When he straightens, his cock bobs in front of him. I wouldn’t say that I’ve pleasured myself over the past few years. More like, I stimulated my clit until I had an orgasm to take the edge off, but it’s been methodical and perfunctory. No fantasies. No pictures in my head. Just my hand and a few minutes and an overwhelming, crushing feeling of disappointment after. I haven’t used any toys inside of me and I hardly ever need to put my fingers in. There’s been nothing foryears. It makes Maverick’s cock that much more intimidating.
At the same time, I know how soaked my panties are, and seeing his cock throbbing right out in front of him, the tip glistening with arousal, makes me throb so badly that I have to sit up and clench my thighs together. It doesn’t help anything. If anything, it only makes it worse.
I quickly shed my top and peel my panties off while Maverick watches. Having his eyes on me makes the mundane into something sexy. His hot gaze traces my body as I fall back on the bed, eyes lit right up and blown out. He looks at me like I’m agoddess.
His hands curl around my ankles and he drags me down, to the end of the bed. He kneels down, arranges my legs over his shoulders, and parts my thighs. “I need to taste that sweet pussy, Loreena. I want your come exploding on my tongue and swallowed down my throat. Can I do that for you?”
My only hesitation is that it feels a little bit one sided that I should get all this pleasure, but the way he looks right now, half tortured and half like a man bowed and ready for worship, indicates that Maverick doesn’t find that to be a problem.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
He curls his hands into my ass cheeks, lifting me up to his mouth. He kisses me like he did out in the grass, like he’s starved for the taste of me. He growls against my sensitive skin, his tongue seeminglyeverywhereall at once.
I toss my head against the bed, fighting to keep from exploding at just the feel of his hot, glorious mouth.
He sucks my clit then circles it with his tongue. His fingers bite into my hips and ass almost painfully, but I crave that burst of sensation. It’s like getting spanked. The sting and the burn only heighten the pleasure.
I nearly cry out with sheer relief when his fingers join in. He slips two down my slit, playing shallowly at my entrance while he laves my clit with his tongue.
“Yes! Maverick, oh my god. Get me ready to take you.”
He groans against my swollen clit. “You have no idea how hot it is, you talking to me like that.”
It seems like his hands are busy enough, but I feel him shift and reach down. My eyes pop open. I can’t see what he’s doing past his shoulders and bowed head, but if he’s stroking his cock while he fills me slowly with those two fingers, stretching me around him until I’m already sofull,there’s a good chance that I might actually combust.
He fucks me with his fingers, slowly at first, dragging them in and pushing them back just as torturously, but then he increases the tempo and does something inside with them, curling them a little bit. It changes the pressure, swelling the throbbing heat in my lower belly and thighs to unbearable levels. He groans and strokes himself, laps at my clit and fucks me with his fingers. If that’s not worthy of a multitasking award, I have no idea what is.
Without warning, he changes it up, replacing his fingers with his mouth and rubbing my clit gently instead. It’s all fire. Fire and heat, heat and fire. The flames lick along my skin, devouring me, and when I hear Maverick’s words echoed in my brain about how he wanted me to come on his tongue, I’m completely undone.
I don’t know how Maverick knows it before I do. “Hold on,” he advises me, the smug fucker, but of course, I love it.
I love that he’s right. I adore his confidence and his skill. He knows exactly what to do to make me come alive in ways that I haven’t been able to achieve with my own body.
