He’s careful, attentive, starting with broad strokes that build the heat without overwhelming.
His mouth seals over my clit, sucking lightly, then releasing with a swirl of his tongue. My hips buck, but he holds them steady with his strong hands.
He alternates—licking, sucking, then dipping lower to thrust his tongue inside me, fucking me with it in shallow, teasing motions.
I’m dripping now, my arousal coating his chin, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t rush. Every swirl, every pull of his lips is measured, drawing out my pleasure until I’m trembling.
“Please,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m begging for. More. Everything.
He hums in response, the sound sending fresh sparks through me, and slides a finger along my slit, gathering my wetnessbefore pressing it slowly inside. Just one, careful and shallow, letting me adjust to the stretch. I’m tight, unused to this, but the fullness mixes with the heat of his mouth, and I clench around him instinctively.
“Good girl,” he whispers, pulling back just enough to watch my face.
His blue eyes are intense, focused on every twitch, every breath. Then he adds a second finger, while his tongue laps at my clit again.
The pressure builds, coiling tight in my belly. My thighs quake around his head, my body arching as waves of sensation crash over me.
He curls his fingers inside, finding that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids, and sucks harder on my clit. I come undone with a cry, my pussy pulsing around his fingers, flooding his mouth with my release.
He doesn’t stop, licking me through it softly, drawing out every shudder until I’m limp and panting.
He rises then, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze never leaving mine. His pants are tented, his cock straining against the fabric, but he waits, giving me a moment to catch my breath.
“You okay?” he asks, voice rough with his own need.
I nod, reaching for him. “More than okay. I want you inside me.”
He sheds the rest of his clothes quickly, his cock springing free. Thick, hard, the head glistening.
He rubs the tip along my slick entrance.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, pressing a slow, deep kiss to my lips. I taste myself on him, salty and intimate.
He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me around his girth. It burns a little at first, the pressure intense, but he’s socareful, pausing to let me breathe, to kiss me hungrily until the discomfort fades into fullness.
Halfway in, he stills, forehead against mine. “You feel incredible,” he groans.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Keep going.”
He does, sinking fully until he’s buried to the hilt, my pussy clenching around him. We both moan, the connection overwhelming. He starts to move then, shallow thrusts at first, building a rhythm that’s steady and deep.
His hands roam my body, tracing the dip of my waist, gripping my hips as he drives into me. Sweat slicks our skin, and our kisses turn frantic, slow turns to desperate, tongues tangling as he fucks me harder.
The bed creaks under us, my curves bouncing with each thrust, my nails digging into his back. Pleasure rebuilds fast, sharper now with him filling me completely.
“Maverick,” I gasp against his mouth.
“I know,” he grunts, his pace quickening, hips snapping forward. “Come with me.”
He reaches between us, thumb circling my clit, and it’s enough to tip me over. I shatter around him, crying out as my pussy milks his cock. He follows seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, his body tensing as he comes, filling me with hot pulses.
We collapse together, tangled and spent.
Tonight is about me. About us.
Chapter 6
Nova
