As much as it hurts to be so close and to pull out, I do just that. My hands move to her waist, and I turn her so herback is on the bed. I’m propped on my elbows on each side of her looking down, and my brow is furrowed.
Anger simmers in my chest. “I would never use you that way. I’m not coming until you do.”
“It’s not using me. It’s just a waste of time.” Her shoulder rises, and her eyes flicker away from mine. “It doesn’t work for me. I think too much, I’m too analytical. I can’t relax.”
“I’ll help you relax.”
“Maverick…” I can see her putting up her wall.
I’m not having it. “I told you I take care of what’s mine. I can make you come.”
“Oh, you can?”
“Yes, and I won’t finish until you do.”
Her lips tighten, and her eyes glide up and down my body. “How are you planning to do that? Vibrator?”
“No.” I lean forward, getting closer to her lips and speaking slowly, softly, so I brush her sensitive pout with mine. “I’m going to eat you like a peach until your juices run down my face.”
“Oh,” she whispers, her lashes moving quickly. Her chest rises and falls, and when I look up, her eyes are dilated.
“Do you like that?”
A deeper blush climbs up her neck to her face. “Yes,” she answers softly.
“Good, because I can’t wait to show you all the dirty things I plan to do with you. Starting with these tits.”
With both hands, I lift her breasts, using my nose to lift the lace restraining them as I kiss and suck the inside of the left one, licking and pulling until a deep purple spot appears, hidden between them.
Her head drops back with a moan, and she jams both hands into the sides of my hair. “I love your mouth.”
“I love your body,” I groan. “I want to see these beauties bounce when I fuck you, but first… I’m going to eat you until you pass out. Then I’ll do it again when you wake up begging for more.”
I lay her back on the bed, sliding down her body, kissing her soft belly, her hard hipbone, the curve of her pubic bone.
“Oh… Oh, no.” She sits up quickly, putting her hands over her privates. “I’m not ready for that.”
“What?” I lean back, looking at her confused. “What do you mean?”
She looks side to side, before leaning forward and speaking in a whisper as if someone is listening. “I didn’t wax.”
Her lips twist, and her head tilts side to side before she nods at her crotch. It hits me what she’s trying to say, and she’s so fucking hilarious, I start to laugh.
Moving forward again, I grip her thigh. “I don’t mind if you’re a little fuzzy.”
Her hand is on mine, stopping me. “Imind. It’s not the 1970s.”
“Dove, look at me.” I hold her jaw in my hand, and she blinks up at me. “I don’t mind a little peach fuzz. Now lie back and let me have what I want.”
She starts to argue, but I throw her thigh over my shoulder and use my fingers to spread her wide, flattening my tongue and going to town.
23
DOVE
It’s possible I am about to pass out.
My stomach quivers. My hips lift off the bed, and I’ve never felt so much pleasure surging through my core. Whimpers slip from my lips, and both of my hands twist in the sides of Maverick’s hair.
