I scolded myself, shaking my head and watching her draw her plump lower lip between her teeth before smiling.
“Thank heavens for small favors. I don’t think my heart could take more foreplay,” she whispered, with a slow smile and glistening eyes.
“Is that a challenge, pretty? Because the things I could still do to your body…”
“Promises. Promises. But for now, you better get down here before I take care of things myself.” One palm drifted to her breast, cupping the luscious flesh as my hard-on went from pulsing to painful.
The casual banter we shared while naked and wanting reminded me of something I’d lost years ago. It spoke of two people who’d shared a lifetime of memories, not ones who’d been borderline enemies until the lines blurred somewhere within the last weeks.
It was too intimate, and for a moment, that thought sent me spiraling.
As if she knew where my head had gone, she propped herself up against her pillows and leaned forward, taking the condom from between my fingers and opening the packet.
“I said, get down here.”
And like a love-drunk fool, I complied, crawling back onto the bed as she leaned closer and wrapped her fist around my length. I hissed with the contact, watching as she rolled the condom on and then lay back, beckoning me closer with a come-hither finger. There was no more waiting or second-guessing. The only thing that mattered was losing myself completely in this woman.
In one effortless gesture, I batted her hand away and settled between her spread thighs, letting my eyes focus on her glistening, pussy. Not able to wait a second longer, I sank into her, stretching her open with my cock as I bottomed out with my first deep thrust. A low, guttural groan, heavy with despair, escaped as I threw my head back, the sound echoing in the small space.
Summer gasped and gripped her comforter as her entire body trembled from the sensation of being so filled that I couldn’t help but withdraw and push in again. She molded to me perfectly, gripping my shoulders and pulling me closer as her walls clamped around me like a vise.
Fucking perfect.
She was so wet. So willing. So ready, that a growl escaped my lips, and my hands went from being propped on either side of her to digging into her hips, forcing her to stay still as I continued my unrelenting pursuit of pleasure.
“Oh. Oh Maverick. Worth it. Worth the wait. Don’t stop. Ahh,” she whispered, her last word only a meaningless string of sounds, as if my movements were planned specifically to bring her to orgasm. Those desperate cries drew me to move faster, needing to give her everything she begged of me.
The hard, brutal pace of my thrusts was intended to make her feel every inch of me, ensuring she’d still ache from my presence long after I slipped out of her bed. Louder moans filled the room, and I wondered how much longer Malibu would stay away—not that I was thinking about my damn dog, but the last thing I needed was a cold nose up my ass from a curious interloper.
Each broken gasp and begging whimper from Summer’s mouth hit me like a plea to push harder and move faster. And she wasn’t just a passive participant in our fucking. She aligned her hips to meet mine while her hands danced across my face, back, and shoulders. Her nails dug into my skin, and before I could draw another breath, they ghosted lightly against my cheeks and across my brow, causing me to stare into her beautiful bright eyes.
“More. So close. Please.”
“What a good fucking girl,” I growled, pressing my hands harder into her thighs so her hips stilled. “Taking my cock so well. Gripping me so tight. This pussy belongs to me. Want to feel it gripping my cock as you come.”
Another breathy moan fell from her lips like a prayer to the gods, before she widened her legs more to accommodate my thrusts. She was exactly where I needed her to be, spread wide and entirely reliant on me.
“What do you need?” I begged, knowing I was fast approaching my climax. But I’d be damned if I finished without her.
“Don’t stop. Please. Harder. Want to come so badly.”
I pulled almost all the way out, taking a second to gaze at where we were connected and wondering what it would look like to see my bare cock spreading her open. That image nearly sent me over the edge, and not wanting to wait another second, I thrusted forward. Her body jolted from the force of my movement as a desperate plea escaped her throat.
This rhythm was nothing short of my desperate determination to feel her gripping my cock and gasping my name. I wanted there to be no question who claimed her, and who was in control. Her body tensed and movements stilled as I fucked her with raw, unwavering lust until her nails dug into my back and she opened her mouth in a silent scream.
Her body shattered around me as she called my name like it was the only word she knew, and my body reacted in sync with her as I came. The euphoric feeling traveled from my toes to my head, alighting my body with sparks of pleasure, like I’d thrown myself on an electric fence—and I was addicted to the sensation.
Summer clenched around me, pulling me deeper into her body and wrapping her legs around my waist. I held onto her as I growled her name, not wanting the moment to end. This was more than fucking. More than chasing a sufficient release. Feeling her pressed against me, it broke open a wretched emotion of bone-shattering need to hold her in my arms, keeping her close.
My breathing turned ragged and stuttered while my pace faltered and the sharp coil of pleasure tightened in my abdomen. The careful control I tried to keep slipped further away with each whimper that fell from Summer’s sweet mouth.
Propping my hands beside her shoulders and leaning down to caress her neck with my tongue, her legs released their death grip around my waist and her nails raked through my scalp, tugging on the short strands.
For a moment that could have lasted a minute or an hour, the only noise to fill her bedroom was the sound of our heavy breathing. When my cock slipped free, I fell beside her, running a hand through my hair and tugging her to my side.
I had to take care of the condom and get us something to drink, but the thought of moving away from her left me feeling empty and wanting. Her body trembled with the aftershocks ofher orgasm, and I trailed my fingertips along her thigh, leaving goose bumps in my wake.
As her breathing returned to normal, I cupped her pussy, loving that even as the trembling remains of her release coursed through her body, she still bucked her hips into my touch.
