“Is that what you want, woman? To be mine?”
“Gods, yes. Please,” I begged, writhing in his lap to keep the friction I craved on my clit. “This isn’t enough. I need more.”
“You need me. That’s what you need. Something only I can give you.”
One hand snaked between us, tugging on his belt and then working the buttons and zipper of his pants. His other arm wrapped around my waist as he lifted us from the sofa so he could work his pants and briefs off. I helped, tugging at the fabric until it pooled at his feet. His exposed cock lay proud against his stomach, and as he sat back down and adjusted me on his lap, kicking off his shoes, I couldn’t help but roll my hips again, desperate to feel him.
I pressed my chest to his, letting my nipples brush against the coarse hairs dusting his sternum and gasping as I finally—finally—found the contact I craved. When my lips found his again, the kisses were wetter, sloppier. Less finesse and more lust. He sucked on my lower lip, and I moaned, the sound vibrating from deep in my chest as he thrust against me through the last barrier of fabric. My thighs shook as I chased my pleasure, hips moving on instinct, seeking more pressure. More friction. More of him.
As Maverick’s mouth broke from mine and our eyes opened, his were wide and dark, almost black with desire. “You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured before kissing me again like he wanted nothing more than to drown in me.
Strong hands gripped my ass, and I reached down, wrapping my hand around his cock. He was huge. Thick, flushed, and with a drop of precum beaded at the tip. Groaning, the sound filthy, he thrust into my fist before pushing my hand away with a curse.
“Wait. No. Not like that,” he gasped, shaking his head and tightening his grip on my hip.
“How about this?” I said, adjusting myself on his lap and pulling my panties to the side. My pussy glistened, clenching around nothing, waiting to be filled.
His hand went between us and gripped the base of his cock as I rose on my knees, wanting nothing more than for him to fill me. Aligning his cock with my entrance, I lowered myself slowly, savoring the stretch as my body worked to accommodate him. His breath stuttered into a low, broken moan as I sank lower, letting myself feel every inch of him.
He lifted my hips, guiding me on top of him as his first thrust was slow. Deep. Full. I gasped, digging my fingertips into his shoulders and throwing my head back. The second thrust had more force, and I cried out for him.
He read my thoughts, my body, and my soul before fucking me like he was starved. What started slow and measured—as if he wanted to map every inch of my body, hips rolling in a steady rhythm—had morphed into a driving force I was helpless to resist.
I couldn’t stop moaning and panting his name as my nails scratched his scalp. “More.”
I hardly recognized my voice as he met my eyes, and I nodded, silently showing him I knew what I was asking for.
He let go, giving me what we both needed as he lifted me almost all the way off his cock and then slammed me back down. Harder and deeper he went as his rhythm stuttered, and my body jolted with every thrust. My breasts bounced against hischest, and I removed one hand from his head to find my clit, rubbing furiously, needing a little more to get me over the edge.
“Fuck. I’m close. You feel too good.”
The couch rocked with each brutal snap of his hips, and all I could do was hold on, letting him thrust into me as I circled my clit with shaky fingers. He groaned into my neck, bit my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, and then gripped my hips tighter as his movements grew feral. The friction was too much and not enough as my hand not between our bodies clawed at his back, desperate for somewhere to hold as I splintered on top of him.
“Not ready. Just a little longer,” I cried, not wanting the sharpness of his grasp and the fullness of my body to leave.
His eyes widened as my voice dropped low, just shy of sobbing with how good he felt. “I want you to fill me up as I clench around you. So be good and hold out a little longer for me.”
Color bloomed on his cheeks, and a sheen of sweat covered his forehead as his mouth parted, lips trembling with my words. For a second, and then another, he just stared, dumbstruck, like he couldn’t believe what I’d said.
I felt the same—never having the need or desire to talk dirty to anyone. Until him.
The realization crashed into me like a wave, and then something shifted as he dragged my hips forward and thrust back into me with a low growl.
“Oh, fuck. You want me to wait for you? So I can fill you as your pussy spasms around me?” His voice sounded like eager hands caressing dark velvet, and I shivered, wanting nothing more than for him to keep talking.
“Yes. Please. Just a little longer.”
I quivered, as his movements grew erratic below me, and he swatted my hand away from my clit and replaced it with his own.
“I’ll give you what you need.”
“Oh. Right there.” The rough pads of his fingers were perfect on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I felt myself tightening and whimpering with the need to come.
I shattered without warning as my orgasm brutally tore through me, my entire body clenching as my breath caught in my throat.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight as his rhythm faltered and he gasped against my throat. One thrust. Then another, deep and earth shattering, before he froze, buried to the hilt inside me.
I felt his cock jerk, spasming in pulsing waves as he came. My pussy fluttered around him as we rode the waves together until there was nothing left but weak, desperate aftershocks.
