The climax that rocks me is white hot. It obliterates everything else. It’s just us and the pleasure, Maverick giving and giving and giving and me just trying to hang on and survive.
I’m barely even finished, so blissed out that I’ve melted into the bed, when Maverick scoops me up and trades places with me. He scoots us up the bed together, keeping his hands on my hips to steady me, and then he turns me completely around. I’m hovering over his hard, chiseled abs, staring at his cock. My mouth waters to taste him. Is that what he wants me to do? I doubt I’d be able to get much of him in my mouth, andit would practically break my jaw, but surprisingly, the thought isn’t terrible.
It’s not terrible at all.
The aftershocks tearing through my body get even stronger.
“You want me to ride you like this?” He might just have had two fingers inside of me, but they’re nothing compared to the girth of his cock. I know just how it’s going to stretch me and fill me.
“If you’re okay with it. I thought you might like to be in control the first time. How much, how fast, how deep.” He crosses his hands behind his head, grinning back at me as I crank mine over my shoulder. “Plus it’s hot, you having me at your mercy.”
“Do you want me to suck on you?”
He groans. “I don’t think I’d last long with your lips around me. It’s going to be hard enough waiting for you, then pulling out.”
“Pulling out?”
“I don’t have any condoms. Are you on birth control?”
Holy shit. How could I not even have thought about that? I do a quick calculation. There are times that are riskier than others, but I’m at a place where it’s probably somewhat safer. Even still, we’ll have to be careful.
I shake my head. “I have about a week before I ovulate, so I think we’re okay.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything that might lead to a regret.”
He’s right about that too. About everything. Even if my body is screaming at me to get on that thick cock and ride it until I can’t remember my own name.
“Okay, well, we can pleasure ourselves this way tonight.” I back up, edging closer to his face. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock at the same time. It’s curved a little, right near the top, but so subtly that I didn’t notice until I’m at this angle. I arch forward and snake my tongue out, bringing it so close to the tip of him. “If that’s okay? Tomorrow, we could go get some condoms.”
I’m the one who sighs at the thought of not being able to feel him inside of me, without protection, but it won’t be forever.
My hand tightens around the base of his cock. He still hasn’t answered me. “Is that okay?”
It’s not until I glance back and find him gritting his teeth that I understand why he’s so quiet. “Yeah,” he grunts, just to reassure me. His jaw clicks as he clenches up again. “It’s more than okay, Loreena. It’s perfect.”
Chapter 21
Maverick
At the beginning of this alarm bells were going off in my brain. I didn’t want to do anything that Loreena wasn’t ready for, but the way she kissed me fiercely, clung to me, cried out and gave herself over to me, trusting me completely with her body, her pleasure, her passion, and her heart, told me that she was ready for this in every single sense. The look on her face when she turned to ask me if it was okay that we do this was nearly my undoing.
I don’t have to be inside of her to be close. I could be just holding her, our naked bodies wrapped together, skin to skin, breath to breath, and that would be more than enough. Is it wrong to say that I never want to take another breath without her? Yeah.Fuck.
I’m so far gone.
I curl my palms around her ass cheeks, splay my fingers over her hips, and guide her back to my mouth, where she belongs.
She hovers just out of reach while she wraps her hand around the base of my cock. All I can do is hiss, but it’s more than just desire, more than just my aching cock dictating how this is going to go. I couldn’t stop this if I tried. Not for everything and anything in the world. I’m so fucking happy that she wanted to be naked together. This is exactly right, exactly as it should be. She’s pressed along the entire length of me, her hard nipples scraping down over my abs, her legs tucked aroundmy shoulders. She fits so well against me. In any position, clothed or unclothed, I knew she would.
Did I ever truly have any doubt that she belonged in my life?
Yes. Many. But they were all one sided and mostly about all the ways I could mess things up, as I seemed so good at doing. I suppose that there was want and there was fantasy. There was the dream I had where I’d meet her and she’d be the one walking through life with me, but then there was reality. There was the fact that I had nothing to offer, literally and figuratively. Did I have any right to feel anything for someone so beautiful, kind, smart, and incredible? If I was a better man…
I’m not.
But I want to be.
The kind of man who deserves to be loved and give love in return. That’s a big, heady fuck of a word. Even in my head, it explodes and clangs.
