His playful side was one I adored, but not tonight. I needed his big, fat cock buried deep inside. He wasn’t letting me off thateasily, yanking my head down, forcing my back into a deep arc and my breasts completely exposed.
There was nothing like the heated sensations of his hot, wet mouth as he wrapped his lips around my aching nipple.
I clawed his arm, every inch quivering as he sucked and nipped my tender tissue. He took his sweet time, rubbing his lips to my other breast, dragging the tip of his tongue along the underside before swirling it around my fully taut bud.
“You taste so sweet,” he muttered and plunged into me again. The swell of water rushing over us made me laugh.
There was no reason to be nervous around him, not after everything we’d been through, but I found myself anxious. Maybe because as he continued getting closer, I was forced to face the strong set of emotions threatening to dredge up memories.
With his fingers still firmly entangled in my hair, he eased back until I was looking him straight in the eyes once again.
“So fucking beautiful.” He whispered the words as if just experiencing our connection for the first time. He wasn’t about to let me go, his hips moving as he rocked against me. Together, we developed a rhythm, bucking just enough the water lapped over our heated bodies.
His eyes never left mine as if he was searching my soul for something only I could provide.
Forgiveness.
I clamped my legs against his, gripping his shoulders as he fucked me. I’d never felt such tremendous pleasure in being with a man.
He wasn’t gentle, the passion exploding between us. My body responded, the ache building as another series of electric vibrations danced all the way to my toes. I was blown away when an orgasm rushed up from the depths of my being.
“Oh. Oh… My… God.”
He rubbed the flat of his hand down my back and I’d be damned if the ruthless man didn’t crack his hand against my bottom not once but four times. The combination of pain and pleasure rolled through me like a freight train. The single orgasm swept into a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and no longer able to feel my toes.
He wasn’t interested in stopping, still fucking me as he took long strides toward the edge of the pool. His touch was enigmatic, the warm breezes adding to the rush of heat already turning into a wildfire. With no effort, he hoisted me onto the edge of the pool, running his fingers along the insides of my legs.
Every sound guttural, primal and hungry, he lifted and bent my knees, spreading me wide open. My skin was covered in tiny prickles, every muscle jumping involuntarily from his light touch. For a rough and tumble man, I’d learned he could be very gentle.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Pinch your nipples for me.” He rolled the flat of his hand down one leg, rubbing my arched foot. I had my toes pointed, struggling to breathe normally. For some insane reason, I suddenly had a sense of embarrassment. As if anyone could see us here.
When I didn’t respond immediately, he blew across my pussy lips, the action creating a wave of tingles so powerful I couldn’t breathe. I’d never been one to let myself go, enjoying a momentof passion with anyone. Other than in the dark. Other than behind closed doors.
And I’d never acted out on my darker desires. It had seemed wrong, filthy, and sinful.
But with him, everything was amazing and I longed to please him. In doing so, I sensed another level of freedom. Yet I closed my eyes, now biting down on my lower lip with enough force I tasted blood.
With my head lolled to the side, I brushed the tips of my fingers down both sides of my neck. Almost immediately I was rewarded with a seductive growl. He continued to tease and encourage, floating the rough pads of his fingers along the sensitive insides of my thighs.
Ticklish all over, my body spasmed and I tossed my head from side to side. It was impossible to keep from laughing even as I rolled my index fingers around my already taut nipples. The wash of emotions and electric vibrations was amazing, pushing me further away from the suffocation I normally experienced.
I was finally able to let go, enjoying the moment of wickedness. After taking a deep breath, the shame washed away, leaving only the stark sense of desire that he so easily had dragged out of me. All sound seemed to fade, the sweet peace of pleasure incredible.
As soon as I finally pinched my nipples, he lowered his head, darting his tongue around my clit. He took his time, indulging in a sweet feast while I twisted my hardened buds until the pain drifted into utter pleasure.
Maverick held me in place, his strong fingers digging into my skin. So dominating. So possessive. For all the times I’d insistedI’d never want a controlling man, here I was savoring every moment.
His tongue plunged deep inside, his lips working my pussy lips as he pinched my clit until I moaned. The sound floated away, somehow captivating me. Being here with him meant more to me than he could understand.
Two fingers became three then four, all flexed open as he pumped with wild abandon. When he hit my G-spot, I jerked up from the pool deck, gasping for air. I’d never experienced such crazed sensations. I’d also never felt so alive and on fire.
Fingers. Tongue. Lips. They were a perfect orchestration, working together in a beautiful symphony. The man knew exactly how to play me, already knowing every inch of my body. I was floating free, lost in a sweet bliss that I never wanted to end.
But my body had other things in mind, betraying me only minutes later. An orgasm swept up from my toes, forcing a series of strangled sounds from my throat.
Stars in vibrant colors floated in front of my eyes and the beautiful fog allowed me to fade away into a surreal moment.
He refused to stop, his tongue doing masterful things to my pussy. There was something to be said about being lost in a man’s art of pleasure. He buried his entire face into my wetness, licking and sucking every drop of my juice. Within a few seconds, another climax rushed into me.
