Her hips had been steadily grinding against mine as I held still, allowing her to use my body however she saw fit. The eagerness and responsiveness only fueled my hunger, and fuck if I didn’t want to rip off her panties and sheath myself to the hilt in her wet pussy.
As I pinched and rolled the now hard bud between my fingers, her moans became louder and her hips sped up beneath me, searching for relief.
Not yet.
She needed to take what I’d give, trusting that I’d never leave her wanting. I pressed my hips into hers—hard—grinding my cock against the now wet fabric, trying to draw out the sensationof being between her legs. She needed to be desperate, begging, and completely undone before taking every inch of me.
Her breath stuttered while her chest arched into me, and I captured her lips again, kissing her deeply before tearing myself away and kissing down the column of her throat. My teeth and stubble grazed her skin, leaving a blazing trail of red, raised nips along her pulse point and down to her collarbone.
I was fast becoming addicted to her intoxicating moans and soft gasps that did little to keep my self-control in check. My restraint frayed along the edges of my sanity as I kept my hips moving at a maddeningly slow, rough pace. Every tremor caressed my skin like the sweetest melody, and I breathed it in like oxygen, knowing I could live on nothing but her sounds and be fulfilled.
Both arms now rested beside her shoulders as I let my gaze travel over her face. A dewy sheen of sweat covered her neck and chest, while her eyes were wide and glassy. Her pupils dilated as I lowered my face to her tits, keeping my movements slow and steady. I lingered there, connected with her on a level I hadn’t known existed, before allowing my mouth to envelop her nipple through her bra.
I drank in every reaction as I sucked, cataloging what made her hips flex and her nails dig into my back. The silky fabric of her bra soaked as I lavished her nipple with my tongue, only stopping to switch sides and give the other the same treatment. Without warning, I bit down hard enough for a gasp to escape her throat, the noise absolutely fucking exquisite. Her fingers tangling in my hair as she held me to her breast was addictive, and the dormant, possessive monster that lurked in my chest shook itself awake.
“Maverick. Please,” she cried as her grip tightened. I dragged my mouth away from her tits and rested my cheek against her chest, feeling her heartbeat thunder and her breath pant. Whenher hips canted up, seeking friction, I knew I could no longer deny her what we both craved.
I pulled away abruptly, sitting on my haunches with my eyes fixed on the flushed, panting mess that was Summer Winston.
Good.
Let her ache with the unrelenting need to come.
Let her see the utter devastation of my desire.
Let her burn for me.
“On your knees,” I demanded, my voice rough with want and edged with something that left no room for denial.
She furrowed her brows and blinked, tilting her head like she hadn’t understood my request. “What?”
“Turn over, Summer,” I repeated as momentary hesitation crossed her features. Her look told me she didn’t find my command frightening but instead wasn’t used to someone taking complete control.
We’d see how she felt about it afterward.
My encounters may have been few and far between, but I knew what I liked, and I knew exactly how to bring a beautiful woman to orgasm—again and again.
Summer propped herself up on her elbows, spreading her legs and showing off the very large wet spot between her thighs, before carefully disentangling herself from me and settling on her knees.
I gripped her hips, tilting them higher as her back arched. Her small hands fisted the comforter, and I took a moment to admire her before speaking.
“Is this okay?”
“It’s more than okay,” she whimpered, taking shallow, breathy gulps of air.
“Fucking right, it is. But you’ll tell me if there’s anything you don’t like or don’t want, okay?”
She nodded, tilting her head so her cheek pressed into the mattress.
“Not good enough,” I said, not willing to take anything further until she spoke. My voice dropped low and soft as I waited, staring at her debauched body.
She wiggled her hips, and on impulse, my hand came down and smacked the globe of her ass, stilling her movements. Lifting her head enough to meet my eyes, she smirked, one side of her mouth tilting higher than the other.
“You’ll find out soon enough that if I’m comfortable, I’m very vocal. But yes, if at any time things get to be too much, or I’m unhappy, I’ll tell you.”
She whispered the words, and for the second time, I had the disturbing thought that someone in her past had stifled her voice—and her pleasure. That bothered me on a far deeper level than I cared to admit, but I’d have to revisit it later. Because the beautiful woman on her knees for me looked to be seconds away from combusting.
“What a good fucking girl,” I cooed, rubbing the spot I’d smacked.
