His head lifts instantly. His eyes find mine, sharp and clear.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks, voice soft but direct.
I nod, pulse fluttering.
Something in his face changes. His whole body shifts. Still burning with want, but now anchored in something deeper. Something careful.
He presses his forehead to mine.
“Okay,” he whispers. “Then tonight is about you.”
His words hang in the air between us, warm and reassuring. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but not in a bad way.
More like he's wrapping me in this quiet strength that makes my nerves settle, even as heat pools low in my belly.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with need.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” he says, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Anytime.”
I nod, swallowing hard. “I will.”
His hands return to my leggings, easing them down my hips slowly. The fabric slides over my curves. Cool air kisses my skin, making me shiver, but his gaze follows every inch he uncovers, appreciative and steady.
No rush. No pressure. Just him, taking me in.
He stands, shedding his own shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the broad planes of his chest, dusted with dark hair that trails down to his waistband. My eyes trace the lines of his muscles, the way they shift as he moves. His scars, his tattoos.
He’s solid, real, and the sight of him makes my core clench with anticipation.
He leans in, capturing my mouth again in one of those slow, deep kisses that unravel me. His tongue strokes mine, hungry, tasting like promise.
I arch into him, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss breaks, and he trails his lips down my neck, nipping lightly at the skin, then soothing with his tongue.
Lower still, to the edge of my bra, where he presses open-mouthed kisses along the curve of my breast.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs against me, his breath hot.
His fingers work the clasp free, and the bra falls away, leaving my heavy breasts bare.
My nipples harden instantly in the firelit air, and he doesn’t hesitate—his mouth closes over one peak, sucking gently, his tongue flicking in slow circles.
A gasp escapes me, pleasure shooting straight to my pussy. I’m already wet, aching, but he takes his time, lavishing attention on first one breast, then the other, his hands kneading the soft flesh, thumbs rolling my nipples when his mouth moves away.
“Maverick,” I breathe, my hips shifting restlessly.
He looks up, eyes locked on mine, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve got you.”
His hands hook into my panties next, sliding them down my thighs, over my knees, until I’m completely bare to him.
My legs part instinctively, revealing the slick folds of my pussy, untouched and eager. He settles lower, his shoulders nudging my thighs wider, and I feel the warmth of his breath against my core.
“Relax,” he says softly, kissing the inside of my thigh, then higher, closer. His fingers part me gently, exposing my clit, and I whimper at the vulnerability of it.
Then his tongue touches me.
It’s a slow, flat lick from my entrance up to my clit, tasting me fully. The sensation is electric, making my back bow off the bed. He groans against me, the vibration humming through my skin, and does it again, deeper this time, his tongue pressing into my folds.
“Oh god,” I moan, my hands fisting the sheets.
