“Oh shit,” I managed to get out as my nails dug into his back.
“Do you want me to stop?” Maverick asked, the onslaught of his cock pausing for a moment. “It’s barely in.”
“Absolutely fucking not,” I told him sharply, lifting a leg and wrapping it around his back to urge him on. “You better keep going. My mother did not raise a quitter and that also applies to this.”
Maverick made a face. “Please don’t mention your mother while we’re having sex.”
“Sorry,” I apologized sheepishly.
I had no words after that outside of the occasional ‘ouch’ and ‘ow’ and other less ladylike variations as Maverick pushed inside until he was hilted to the knot.
“You know what will help this feel better?” he asked, his voice strained.
I had nothing to give him except for a weak shrug.
Then I felt his palm slide down over my collar bone, my breasts, the flat of my stomach and finally in between us to where our bodies were joined.
His pointer finger brushed past my clit, which was sitting just above his swollen length, and began to make smooth, small circles.
At first, it hurt as the muscles of my insides which had just been invaded jerked involuntarily at the stimulation. Then warmth began to spread out from my clit, soothing away the pain and replacing it with a cautious sort of pleasure.
“Is that good?” he asked, his eyes on my now relaxed face.
“Much better,” I said with a pleased sigh as my hips began to jerk up toward his. “I think you can start moving now.”
I fully expected it to still hurt when he did actually move, but was pleasantly surprised when his hips shifted and all I felt was the tingling sensation from my clit as he continued to rub circles into it.
“It’s still damned tight, Len,” Maverick said through gritted teeth as he managed to pull out and slide back in. “But it doesn’t feel like you’re about to chop my cock off with your cunt anymore, so I’ll take that as a win.”
I lifted both hands in a weak ‘yay’ motion before letting out a whine as the head of his cock brushed up againstsomethinginside of me that made my legs jerk.
“You liked that?” Maverick asked, noticing immediately and doing it again.
“Don’t play with me, Maverick,” I moaned, my hands slapping onto the top of his shoulders as he abandoned my clit in favor of gripping my hips on either side so he could continue to thrust against the sweet spot inside of me.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my face there and inhaled his sweet vanilla bourbon scent and it made my head swim as I listened to the drumbeat of his heart.
Then Maverick began to purr in earnest and I realized that he was enjoying this just as much as I was.
“I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last, Lennon,” he finally said after a few short minutes of quiet writhing, the only sound filling the room being the ragged breathing and occasional moan.
“Together?” I pleaded, suddenly feeling it was of the utmost importance that we came together for the first time we were together.
“I’ll try,” he groaned, lifting me up off of my back and into his lap again so that we were face to face.
I’d never seen Maverick so unreservedly passionate before, his skin completely flushed from the lovemaking and his eyes half-lidded and hazy as he stared into my eyes.
“Come omega,” he purred softly, his voice sounding almost hypnotic as he pressed me down onto his lap hard and half pulled me down onto his knot. “Come on my knot.”
My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him and then I felt the burn in my core as my legs began to quiver and twitch. On the next downward thrust he knotted me and my head lolled back as I came.
A sharp stinging sensation on the top of my shoulder was the last thing I felt before I passed out.
Chapter Twenty Two
“Shit, shit, shit,” Maverick was saying the next morning when I woke up, feeling sore but satisfied. “Lennon,wake up!”
“What?” I mumbled as I swatted his hands away from my shoulders, eager to get just a little bit more sleep. “I don’t have to be anywhere until later on today, Maverick.”
