“Mabel, we don’t have to dothis,” I say, struggling to get the words out.
I so desperately want this, but I don’t want her to regret this.
Mabel stops kissing my neck and grips onto my face, pulling my eyes back down to hers.
“Mav...” she moans. “Please, I want you,” she begs, rubbing her pussy along my shaftyet again.
Holy fucking shit, I’m so done for.
Twenty-five
Mabel
Ifeel the dampness in between my legs as I rub my pussy along Maverick’s shaft in his jeans, my thong becoming stickier the longer I lay in this position.
I’m desperate to get his denim jeans off.
I’m desperate to feel him inside of me again.
I’m just fucking desperate, forhim.
As I watch his face coming closer to mine after I shared my pain with him, I knew in this moment, there’s no point in fighting this, anymore.
I don’t want to fightthis anymore.
I can’t fight this anymore.
It’s going to happen regardless of whether I have my answers or not. I just have to believe that Maverick will tell me when he’s ready to do so.
I have to believe there’s a good enough reason as to why.
Laying under Maverick, trying so hard to deepen the kiss. My body’s on fire.
I haven’t felt like this since before he left.
He’s still got the same effect on me; even after all this time apart.
Even after all these years.
Maverick pulls away from our kiss, and a whimper escapes at the loss of contact with him.
“Mabel, we don’t have to do this,” he says, breathless.
I know he’s trying to protect me, but what he doesn’t realise is that I’ve waited years for this, to feel this heat again when I’m with him.
“Mav...” I moan. “Please, I want you,” I beg.
“Fuck,” he groans, once again pushing his face to mine.
Dancing my tongue along his, my fingers find their way to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one, before his shirt opens and I place my hands along his rock-hard stomach.
Maverick’s hand moves from cupping my cheek, down to my blouse that I’d been sportingfor the day, his hand roaming up my stomach, straight towards my breast.
I flinch at the contact, and he notices.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he whispers, between kisses along my neck.
“Noth- nothing.” I stutter, smiling weakly at him.
