I whimpered like a sex-starved nymphomaniac, arching my hips into nothing as I waited, watching with bated breath as he slipped the head of his cock inside me.
“Fuck, Summer. You feel so good. Gripping me so perfectly. How am I going to last once I’m all the way inside you?”
“I’m a minute away from coming just from rubbing against you. I won’t last either.”
The words slipped unprovoked from the very depths of my soul as he slid inside me, letting out a strangled groan as he thrust so hard our hips met. My eyes widened, and I gripped his shoulders, moaning at how good it felt.
I closed my eyes, clenching the comforter as he moved, his pace frenzied. This was a pleasure so intense, I pulled him closer, so his forehead rested against mine and my eyes opened to meet his. We groaned together, twin sounds of shared connection and desire.
“Please. Harder. I need you.”
My words were a hushed and needy whimper, shattering what remained of his self-control as one hand trailed to my thigh, lifting it higher and giving him a deeper angle as his hips snapped. The sound of skin on skin was loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom, only drowned out by my gasps and moans as my back arched, voice growing hoarse from overuse.
His pace was both tender and brutal, as our faces held matching flushes and our hips rolled to meet the other. My pleasure climbed higher, sizzling down my spine and traveling to my belly as our eyes locked.
“I need to come inside you. I’m a greedy man and need to know you’re mine inside and out.”
“Oh yes, please.” I knew there was a slim to no chance I’d ever get pregnant, but his words triggered a visceral reaction—a primal need to feel him fill me.
“Think about that answer. Because if you say yes, I’ll want everything. You’ll be mine to love. To protect. And everything I am will be yours.”
His hands slid to my hips, gripping hard enough to leave bruises and tilting me so his next thrust pulled a scream of overwhelming pleasure from my throat. My entire body tightened as I struggled to form an answer, ready to fall over the edge and into oblivion.
“Yes,” I cried as my orgasm ripped through my body, crashing like waves around us. He threw his head back, the tendons in his neck standing out as he roared through his release.
As our orgasms consumed us, it felt like time froze, trapping us inside a bubble. My head throbbed with the need to breathe, but my body stayed taut as my orgasm continued, unwilling to give until every drop of pleasure was wrung from me.
His name was a prayer on my lips, a whisper of acceptance and love for what our future held.
Maverick buried his face in my neck, his grip dangerously tight. But it wasn’t painful. If anything, it made me feel safe in his embrace. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I marveled that two people like us had found each other. We’d had hurt and disappointment in our past but came out better for it. And knowing what I did would only strengthen what we had.
Finally, I drew in a strangled breath, the oxygen feeling like sweet relief in my lungs as his arms loosened and he raised his head, pressing a kiss to my lips before gently rolling us over. He somehow stayed inside me as our position reversed, and I rested my head on his chest, listening to his racing heart and panting breath. I fit perfectly into the angles of his body as his grip tightened around me and his fingers traced my arm.
We groaned as his length slipped out of me and I felt his release coat my thighs. My pussy clenched around nothing, whimpering with the sensation of loss.
“Just when I’m convinced my mind can’t be blown, you give me such an earth-shattering orgasm I can barely breathe.”
He chuckled, his stomach muscles twitching as he pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “Keep up that kind of talk and my ego is going to get too big to fit through the door.”
“Would you rather I stayed silent?”
“Don’t get cheeky,” he said, pinching my thigh and making me squeal. I lightly pinched his nipple, making him hiss out a breath and squirm. “Okay. Okay. Point taken. Hands off.”
“A bit sensitive, are we?” I giggled, blowing a strand of hair out of my face and snuggling closer. He smacked my butt cheek, making me squeal louder.
“Of course, I am.”
“Good to know.”
The gentle hum of the ceiling fan lulled me into such a relaxed state, I almost dozed off and missed his next words.
“Thank you.”
I raised my head, propping my chin on his chest. “For what?”
“For this.” He raised the arm not around me, gesturing to us before letting it drop to my hip. “Us. For not giving up.”
“You didn’t give up, either. You came to the courthouse, showing me that what we have is worth fighting for. That it was more than heated words during a fight.”
