I trace the outline of his lips, memorizing the shape of his mouth, before I stroke his tongue with mine. He buries hishand deeper into my hair and tilts my head back even further, driving forward, owning me exactly the way I craved. My legs are completely boneless and the rest of me goes so cold, because all the blood and heat flood between my legs and to the pit of my stomach.
I claw at his shoulder, rocking against him, anything to ease the brutal pounding tearing apart my insides. I lave his tongue, whimper and moan against his lips, bite and nip him. It’s not graceful and my breathing is a mess of panting breaths, but he needs me just as roughly, and every bit as frantically.
He scoops me up, lifting me so that I can lock my legs fully around his waist and press against him.
He tears his lips savagely from mine, uttering a curse under his breath. “Fuck.”
Right. The frozen stuff all over the counter.
Holding onto me with one hand, he snatches up the bags of frozen fruit. He walks with me to the fridge and turfs them back into the freezer part at the top. He has to go back for the container of cream, the yogurt, and the juice, but he gets it all back into the fridge. He snatches the tuna treat packets up off the counter, then wraps his arm around me and carries me to the basement.
He’s careful going down the steps, holding onto me and measuring each footfall so we don’t go tumbling down.
I nearly cry out when he sets me down on the edge of the bed, but he needs to bribe the cats. Although, waking them up for tuna will probably only make them even more interested in us.
Maybe he thought they’d be bitter that he promised them a treat and didn’t immediately deliver.
We have a stack of clean bowls down here that he got just for the cats. He makes one up for Pumpkin and one for Sprite. They both unfold out of the bed in a split freaking second, and rush over to their dishes.
“Hold on one second.” He has to race back upstairs. I hear the water run, but then he’s back, wiping his wet hands on his jeans. “God. Tuna cat treats aren’t all that sexy.”
I laugh. Fuck it, this is us. Imperfect and messy all the time, butreal, and that’s what matters more than anything to me.
I stand up and meet him by the bed. This time, when he kisses me, it’s immediately hungry. I love the taste of him. Mint and sharp edged desire. He sucks my bottom lip, grazing it with his teeth gently. I part for him and his tongue finds mine, dancing and stroking. I feed him desperate whimpers between breathless panting. I capture his hand and bring it between us, guiding him up to cup my breast over my sweater. I gasp against his lips as his thumb rolls over my hard nipple. A shiver wrenches along the length of my spine.
My hands flutter at the hem of his t-shirt. Between kisses, I guide it up, smoothing my flat palms along the hard ridges of his abs, up his pecs, past the bulging muscles of his shoulders.
I take a moment just to appreciate him, gaze raking hungrily over the hard bulge in his jeans, up his chest, all the way to the dark pools of his eyes with the honey gold flecks swimming in their depths.
His eyes stay on me, burning hot and bright as any star when I lift my sweater up. I peel it away along with my camisole. I undo the clasp of my bra and strip that away too.
My hands land like a butterfly, trembling on the waistband of Maverick’s jeans. I undo the button and the zipper, practically vibrating with wild energy. He steps out of his boots, but grasps my hands in his, keeping them glued to his jeans even while he moves. He uses my hands to guide the denim down his muscular thighs and then off his calves. I can practically hear his teeth grinding as he struggles to maintain his restraint.
I guess whatever leash he kept on it snaps because suddenly he hauls me up out of nowhere. I bite down on a scream right before he smothers any further sounds of shock with a brutal kiss as he takes me down to the bed. He lands on top of me, catching himself, arranging my limbs around him even as my arms naturally curl around his shoulder and my legs struggle to get wide enough to fit him inside of the cage of my body.
He kisses me breathless and then starts a slow, determined trail down to my nipples. He pinches each one in turn before sucking them into his mouth and swirling his tongue over each bud. He nips the left one and I writhe against him, letting out a sound of pleasure that is mostly just a hiss of air from my deflating lungs.
He keeps sliding down my body, kissing every inch of my skin until he’s off me just enough that he can grasp my leggings and tug them down. When Maverick tugs them free, it’s just my bare skin and the kiss of air, and the heat coiling in my belly and in my limbs like a snake about to strike.
He smooths his fingers down my seam, smearing the wetness all over me. When I open my eyes and look down at him, he senses the movement, tears his head up, and slowly brings his glistening fingers to his mouth. His eyes close as he sucks them.
“Mmmm. Delicious.” His hand splays over my mound. “Beautiful. So fucking gorgeous.”
“Take your cock out,” I say, going for haughty but of course sounding like I’m one second away from losing all control. “I want to see how badly you want me.”
He arches back and kneels on the bed, then slips his boxers down, his eyes never leaving my face. I watch as his cock bobs out, swollen and red at the tip, glistening with precum. He sheds his boxers and then fists his cock, sweeping his hand from the base all the way to the tip. His eyes shutter closed as he swipes his thumb over his slit, gathering up the moisture.
He surges forward and brings his thumb to my lips, pressing down just hard enough that they part in anticipation. The salty brine of him bursts over my tongue. I rake my hands into his hair, pulling him down to me.
There’s nothing between us now, only our bodies. His cock throbs so close to my entrance. I kiss him until I need breath, and then I pull away and stare up into his beautiful face. The light down here isn’t great, but it casts golden highlights and shadows on his chiseled features, hardening and softening in turn. I love that his lips are swollen like mine, and that there’s a faint bit of red creeping up his neck. His eyes are dark and blown out, but golden flecks from the light still dance in them.
“Make me come alive,” I tell him, pouring my heart into every word. “You already have. My heart. My soul. My body. Make me entirelyyours.”
He brings my hand to his beating heart, mirroring the sentiment.
He’s close enough to the edge of the bed that he can reach over and slide the drawer of that small table open. He pulls out a foil packet, tears it open, and glides the condom down his length.
I watch with rapt fascination. He gets the condom in place and drapes himself over me like a shadow on a wave on a hot day. I curl around him, our bodies a perfect fit already. He inhales sharply right near my lips and then exhales. I can taste him before he even kisses me. He takes his time, half pleasure and half torture, teasing my lips as his cock bumps against my clit, driving me wild.
