“Yes!” I’m desperate.
My ass lifts off the mattress, and he groans as his hips begin to move, thrusting into me.
Oh, God, it’s so much. I’m overwhelmed. My gasps mix with his deep moans. He holds my breasts in both hands, kneading and squeezing them. He leans down to kiss and suck my hard nipples.
It’s electricity to my insides, and with another low groan, I feel him start to come.
His muscles stiffen like in the shower. His stomachquivers and jerks. My pussy flutters and breaks into renewed spasms.
“Are you coming for me?” he whispers, sliding his cheek along mine, his voice as desperate as mine.
“Yes,” I cry. “It’s happening. It’s so good…”
He breaks, coming with a loud moan inside me. I’m filled completely, and I can feel every pulse, every jet. We climax, but we’re still so needy, so hungry for each other’s bodies.
It’s like a hunger that has lain dormant inside me for so long, yet just this fast, it turns into a blazing inferno. We’re a wildfire out of control. We’re the tornado.
We fuck hard, driving and chasing, needing more, needing it again. Our orgasms leak onto my inner thighs. My legs tighten around him and I reach for his shoulders.
His muscled arms go around me, gathering me up, sitting back on the bed and holding me to his chest. I’m on my knees in a straddle. He’s still inside me, and we hold each other so close, chests flush, panting and pulsing and kissing, melting into one.
I can’t believe it. My eyes are squeezed shut, but I’m shaking my head. How long has this been building between us? How long has this been going on? More importantly, how can we possibly keep it going?
Boo’s wedding is beautiful.
The blooming trees are all wrapped in twinkle lights, and the sunset is golden over my favorite hill. I stand in the line of bridesmaids fanning out from the center as the minister leads my best friend and her fiancé through their vows.
It’s gorgeous and romantic and sentimental, and I can’t keep my eyes off Maverick.
We literally did pass out sometime in the early morning after nearly fucking our brains out. It was already late when we got home last night, and I had to crawl out of bed to meet up for the bridesmaids’ breakfast and a marathon day of hair and makeup leading up to the big event.
I was exhausted, but I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Maverick wouldn’t stop lighting up my phone.
Maverick
Would it be rude if I didn’t shower before the wedding? I like your scent on me.
Dove
Are you being gross?
Maverick
Only if coconut, roses, and peaches are gross.
Dove
I think you should shower. I can scent you again.
Maverick
Yes, you will.
My lips press together, and I quickly put my phone away when I feel Gina watching me. She’s been teasing me all day about how I seem to be walking funny.
I don’t care. An ache is in my core, and I can feel everywhere he took me whenever I move. I love it.
My eyes drift again to his, and he gives me the fastest wink. It’s a bolt of lightning from my head to my shoes, and I clear my throat, hoping my face isn’t tomato red. My entire body is ablaze, and I don’t know how I’ll keep my hands off him going forward.
