Summer licked her lips and smiled, letting her hands trail over her breasts and to her nipples, pinching the buds. I stroked myself, mindful that if I didn’t keep the pace slow, I’d come all over her pretty pink pussy.
Fuck.
The thought of my come decorating her tits, dripping down her stomach, pooling into her belly button before sliding to her pussy had me clenching my jaw and dropping my chin to my chest—like the only true way to ensure her devotion to me was marking her with my come. Would she rub it into her skin? Dip her finger in it and then suck on that same digit, tasting me? Or would she be disgusted, not wanting anything to do with me?
Some deep-seated part of my psyche said she’d arch her back and moan if I stroked faster until I came on her—but not this time. The overwhelming need to bury myself in her was too great to ignore, and I had no intention of going against what my body craved.
Her knees shook as she spread her thighs wider and thrusted her hips toward me, like she was just as desperate for prolonged contact. There was no way I’d deny her, not after everything we’d shared on this random afternoon. I released my cock and braced one hand on her knee, using the other to trail my fingers to her core before plunging my index and middle finger in. The ragged gasp that escaped her lips was raw and unrelenting as her body jolted and her legs spread wider around me.
The movement allowed me to push deeper. As her eyes closed and she nodded, wiggling her hips, I removed my hand from her knee and brushed lightly over her clit. Even that barely there touch against her overstimulated bundle of nerves had her eyes opening and her gasping out a strangled groan.
“Wait. Stop,” she panted, and I instantly stilled before slowly withdrawing my fingers and sliding them between my lips.
Even though I wanted nothing more than to feel her shatter for me again, those words made me halt and anxiously await her next command. For as much as I wanted her at my mercy,sheheld absolute power over our rendezvous, and I wouldn’t betray her trust.
“I can’t. No more. Please.”
Her eyes sparkled with lust as she struggled to catch her breath, and if she’d used her next exhale to tell me to get the hell out, I wouldn’t regret a second of the time I’d spent bringing her pleasure. Something about her called to me—something I hadn’t allowed myself to experience in decades—and that feeling was one I’d never regret. I’d have the worst case of blue balls on this side of the Mississippi, but I’d respect her decision and leave her bedroom without question.
Her eyes glazed over mischievously, and I couldn’t help but allow a sliver of pure happiness to shine through my smile at the thought of her just needing a moment to regulate the amount of oxygen she drew into her lungs.
Summer’s next statement had my heart threatening to crack my ribcage with the force of its incessant beating.
“The next time I come, Maverick, I want you inside me. So, no more. Not until you get down here and fuck me proper.”
Stunned.
Demolished.
And completely hers.
Chapter 22
“Fuck you proper?”I repeated after taking my fingers from my mouth and running my hand over my chin as her words sunk in.
I hadn’t realized there was a proper and improper way to fuck the beautiful woman laid out before me, but I knew I wouldn’t let her down. My eyes darted to the discarded jeans on her plush carpet, and I prayed to whatever deity listening that I had an unexpired condom tucked somewhere inside my wallet.
“Yeah. Are you up for it?” She giggled, moving one silky-smooth leg from where she had it propped beside me, and resting it against the center of my chest. She wiggled her toes, and I grasped her ankle, running my five o’clock-shadowed cheek along her shin.
“You know I am.”
“Good,” she said, widening her legs before placing both ankles against my ass to move me closer between the apex of her thighs. “Please tell me you have a condom. I’ll have to commit grand larceny against some random pharmacy if you don’t.”
“As if I’d let your writhing, naked body out of my presence. I’d have a pack delivered. Spend the time edging you until all you could do is whimper and beg.”
“Holy shit, Maverick. As amazingly frustrating as that sounds, please, please see if you have one before my sanity leaves the room completely. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than I want you right now.”
Her words had me rubbing my chest with my fist, displaying a feral grin, and letting the desire I felt show through my eyes before a terrifying sensation coursed through my limbs.
I moved faster than what was humanly possible, digging my wallet from the front pocket of my discarded jeans and opening the well-worn leather. Sure enough, one gold-foiled packet peeked out from between a couple of twenties. I snatched it out, squinting in the low afternoon light to ensure it was still good, and sighed in relief that it was.
“Right here, woman,” I said with less confidence than my voice let on, and feeling every year of my no-longer-thirty-something age.
I wasn’t sure if it was the miniscule date on the tiny packet I could barely make out, or the sharp twinge in my left knee as I leaped from the bed, but a sudden, irrational worry bloomed in my chest—a fear of disappointing her. Worry gnawed that she would focus on the gray streaks in my hair, particularly around the temples, and the deepening lines etched around my eyes. She’d wonder why I was always at Mom’s, questioning if there was some deep-seated issue that prevented me from forming close bonds and relationships.
The silent judgment felt heavy, but I knew it was unfounded.
Stop that shit.
