But that wasn’t going to happen.
Now that I’d tasted her, there would be no going back.
I licked furiously, driving several fingers in beside my tongue. With every swipe of my tongue, she gasped for air, alternating between moaning and crying out, her eyes fluttering open as the friction continued to build. I tongue fucked her with fevered motions, growling every few seconds as the ugly beast inside of me continued to hunger for more. When I knew she was fighting her body’s filthy needs, I issued a command that she dare not ignore.
“Come for me, Alexia. Come on my tongue.”
There was no hesitation, no ignoring my demand.
She bucked up from the bed, her eyes opening wide as a powerful climax rushed through her system. Her long fingers grasped the sheet, jerking as she gasped for air.
“Yes. Yes…” Her loud moans drifted into something softer, a surrender of every inch. Perhaps even a portion of her soul.
I refused to stop, licking every drop of her sweet cream until another orgasm collided with the one before, sending her spiraling into pure ecstasy. Her screams echoed in the room, pushing me closer to an uncontrollable state.
Every time she tossed her head, I sucked on her clit. Every time she fisted the comforter, I assaulted her with my tongue.
And when she finally jerked into a sitting position, her eyes opened wide, I wrapped my hand around her throat. She partedher lips, panting as she dared me with her eyes. Every stroke of her fingers down my chest was enough to push my limits. But the tingling sensation as her long fingers wrapped around my cockhead was it. There would be no holding back any longer.
“Finished so soon?”
The woman certainly knew how to challenge me.
“Nah, baby. We’re just getting started.”
CHAPTER 8
Alexia
What are you doing?
The question continued to ravage my mind or at least it had until this moment. Just seeing the look in Maverick’s eyes, the long pull of his hooded eyelids as he raked my body with his heated gaze was enough to shatter all my inhibitions. As well as knocking aside the trepidation that I’d crossed a line.
Maybe when I was alone, the passion lingering in the continued ache of my bruised nipples and aching pussy from his rough touches, I’d debate my rationality for letting go.
But not now.
The rush of excitement I’d felt when meeting him for the first time had returned. This was a little like being allowed a taste of my favorite candy, decadent and succulent, but was likely to only occur once.
Which meant I planned on taking full advantage of the sinful moment.
Our breathing remained labored, the thrill of the forbidden adding to the excitement. After he settled on the bed sitting opposite of me in the center, I straddled his legs, scooting closer.
There was much to be said, but nothing that couldn’t wait. I’d barely had time to bask in his muscular body before he’d indulged in the feast he’d promised. Now I planned on taking time exploring every muscle, every scar mottling his skin.
He allowed me the moment, remaining still as I rolled the tips of my index and middle fingers down his forehead to the bridge of his nose, slowly tickling the two-day scruff on his carved jaw.
His silence was yet another fascinating moment. There were far too many emotions drifting between us, but ignoring the reason I was here seemed the only decent thing to do.
After all, I had a gorgeous naked man sitting inches away. I continued my exploration, trailing my fingers from one shoulder blade to the other before pulling them from his sternum to his six-pack abs.
“Wow,” I whispered before I realized what I’d done.
With his fingers wrapped around mine, he pulled the tips to his lips, pressing kisses back and forth. “Nothing that you expected?”
“Don’t fool yourself. You are… gorgeous.” Why not admit it? What did I have to lose? This was nothing but a beautiful blip in time, fulfilling this girl’s fantasy. A little secret I’d take to my grave.
“I’ve never had a woman call me gorgeous.”
