A growl bubbled up from my gut. It fell into her mouth as we collapsed to the bed at my side, her body bouncing for my viewing pleasure. I wanted those legs of hers wrapped around me. I wanted her thighs molding to my hips. And as my mouth fell to her neck, I sucked in patches of skin and nibbled on the sweetness of her presence.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. “Mav, yes.”
My hand inched down her torso. “Mmmm, so good.”
Her legs parted for me. “Oh, shit.”
I slid my hand up her robe and found her bare pussy waiting for me. And fucking hell, the smell of her womanhood was too much to handle.
“I have to taste you,” I grunted as I rushed down her body.
And before she got a word in edgewise, I had her legs tossed over my shoulders as my tongue slid up her slit.
“Uuuuugh-mm,” she groaned and wrapped her hands up in the comforter of the bed.
I flicked her swollen nub with the tip of my tongue. “God, you taste so good.”
“Mav,” she whimpered, “please. Don’t stop.”
And again, she sure as fuck didn’t have to tell me twice.
16
BRIELLE
My hips bucked and my toes curled. Electricity shot through my veins at lightning speed. As my eyes rolled into the back of my head, my hands flew into his hair from the sheets. I wanted him closer. I needed him flush against me. That body. Those muscles. That cheeky little chuckle of his.
I felt its rumbles against my clit before he came up for air.
“Sounds like someone’s enjoying themselves.”
I groaned. “Shut up and finish the job.”
He kissed the inside of my thigh. “Yes, ma’am.”
My eyes bulged as his tongue flattened out against my clit, but it had nothing on the feeling of his finger slipping inside of my pulsing entrance. My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure while he crooked it behind my swollen mound, tickling it from one side while his tongue lapped against the other. I gasped for air. I raked my fingernails along his scalp as another finger filled me up. My walls collapsed. My legs locked out. My back arched so deeply that I thought it might snap like a fucking twig.
And as my orgasm crashed over me, I barely got out his name.
“Mav—er—Mav, God. Shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Yeeeeah,” he damn near growled as he slid his arms beneath my thighs. “Get that pussy over here for me.”
“Ah!” I yelped.
He didn’t stop. Even as ecstasy rocked my body, he pulled me steadily closer. He sucked my clit between his lips and slid that tongue along its oversensitive tip, like I hadn’t just seen Jesus. Silver stars burst in my vision as I stared up at the ceiling. My limp body became his to control and my thighs wrapped around his head like a headband. Hearing him lapping up every droplet I had to offer him stirred something within me. Something primal. Something hungry.
Something that I hadn’t entertained in years.
“Oh, God. It’s coming. It’s coming. Mav. I’m gonna—I’m gonna—ooooh, my Gooood.”
He slid two fingers back into my entrance and pumped them quickly. “That’s it. Come for me, beautiful. Let me hear those sounds of yours.”
All I could get out was a whimper, though. “Oh, shit.”
I spiraled. The room tilted on its own axis as the ceiling became the floor. Pleasure, unlike anything I had ever experienced, sizzled through my veins, and sent dollops of sweat dripping down to the nape of my neck. I panted for air as my voice caught against my vocal cords. Mav lapped me up from slit to clit, drinking me down as if I were the only source of nourishment he had.
Then, once my body finally collapsed back to the bed, he rushed up my body.
