He continues down my neck, kissing along my collarbone. “That ain’t nothin’, baby, you never used to flinch when I touched you,” he says, his lips still traveling south.
I let out a staggered breath. “It’s- it’s my stomach.”
Maverick moves his head back to look at me, his hand still touching the one place I feel most self-conscious.
“What about it?” he asks, eyes lock on mine.
“Uhm... Ellie sort of stretched it out,” I offer, trying to make light of the situation.
“And?” he asks, completely unfazed by my own issues.
“I have marks,” I start before my top’s being lifted and the worst part of me on full display in front of the man that’s hauntedmy dreams and is now laying on top of me.
I watch Maverick looking down at my stomach, mom pouch out for anyone to see, stretch marks staring back at him.
“These”kiss,“Are”kiss,“The”kiss, “Most”nip, “Sexiest”kiss, “things”another nip, his eyes meet mine, “I have ever seen.”
One more kiss along my biggest stretch mark.
I look down at the man who is worshipping my flaws, and I feel the love between us rushing back.
“Never say you hate parts of yourself-” he leans his chin against my abdomen. “Because to me, you are perfect, Firefly.” He whispers into my face and a tear slides down my cheek at the attentiveness of this man.
Another kiss, just on top of where my denim shorts sit.
“Now, let’s see my perfect little pussy again,” he growls, and before I can take in what he said, he is pulling my shorts off without effort; my soaking wet thong now on full display. “Maverick!” I squeal, crossing my legs.
“Don’t you dare hide away from me, Firefly,” he says, pushing my legs back open. “Now, I’m about to devour my favourite meal, one I’ve waited thirteen years for, and no one but God himself, isgoing to stop me.”
Suddenly, Maverick’s mouth’s on my clit, licking and sucking like this was the first sip of water he’s had in the dessert for weeks.
I tighten my grip on the blanket, my back arching up at the sensation of him being in between my thighs. It’s like the drug I’d been craving.
“Yes,” I moan, not even worrying about the noises that are coming out of me.
Maverick plunges two fingers into me, moving them in and out as he sucks and licks up my slit.
“There’s my good girl. You gonna fall apart for me, baby?” he asks, before adding in a third finger and I cry out.
“Please, Mav,” I manage out, the sensation building. Finally, his accent is coming back, the southern twang hinting back into his voice; this being what tips me to the point of no return.
With another flick of his tongue against my slit, I come apart, my legs shaking so hard, the field surrounding us being filled with my screams. Maverick holds onto my thighs whilst I ride out my orgasm against his tongue.
“That’s my girl,” he winks at me, moving his head away from my throbbing clit and back up towards me, given me another earth-shattering kiss, his beard still soaking wet from my orgasm.
“Holyfuckingshit,” is all I manage to get out as I try to control my breathing.
The man in front of me isn’t even trying to hide the shit-eating grin on his face as he’d just single handedly given me the most powerful orgasm not even my vibrating boyfriend could’ve give me, all with his tongue and fingers.
Man, did he get a lot better at that.
I sit up, using my hands to arch myself forward to meet him face to face, my eyes diverting down to his erection that I see struggling in his jeans.
I move my hand towards his area, before feeling his hand around my wrist. I whimper, knowing he’s trying to stop me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, still hungry for more.
He smirks back at me. “Not tonight, Firefly.”
