They moved at a slow pace, taking their time, caressing, kissing, simply being.
Once they were clean, the smell of smoke gone, they stepped out of the shower, drying off before brushing their teeth next to each other at the double sinks. Maverick grinned at the pure domesticity of the moment. He didn’t realize something as simple and innocent as brushing his teeth next to a woman could be so intimate and arousing.
Ella finished first, returning to the bedroom. She was already naked and nestled beneath the covers when he turned off the bathroom light and joined her.
Neither of them bothered with pajamas, as they never stayed on more than a few minutes. Maverick knew they were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, and he couldn’t help but pray it never ended.
Ella twisted toward him, just as she did every night, reaching out. Maverick accepted the invitation, climbing over her, caging her beneath him. His cock had been hard since they’d walked into the house, and Ella had only driven his needs higher, “washing” his dick with long, firm, sudsy strokes in the shower.
When they were younger, they’d come together in a rush and flurry, always moving in fast-forward, never taking the time toslow down and savor. Which made sense considering their time alone was always far too short and sex was new and exciting.
These days, he and Ella had learned the beauty of drawing things out, the magic of foreplay and delayed gratification.
It was another reason his concerns about her leaving had vanished. Ella, like him, had embraced the knowledge that this thing between them would last forever.
He kissed her, his tongue dipping into her mouth, finding hers. Ella ran her fingers through his hair, closing her fists in it, gripping tightly. They’d both discovered they liked their pleasure laced with pain, so they didn’t hold back.
Since that initial role-play chase through the woods, they’d engaged in several more research scenes that included bondage, spanking, and anal experimentation. He’d become a master of dirty talk and pretty damn good at taking on the part of her morally gray heroes. So good, he wondered what that said about him. Because he’dlovedchasing Ella through the woods, got off on spanking her ass and pussy, and there was nothing hotter than seeing her bound to their bed, helpless and completely at his mercy.
Ella claimed her other two love affairs had been vanilla at best, and it was obvious she’d been chafing at the bit to try more.
Maverick broke the kiss, sliding down her body, taking time to kiss, lick, and nip all her fun parts on the way down. She gasped when he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth before giving it a playful nip.
While she’d just demanded seventy percent kink, Ella was going to have to make do with the other thirty percent tonight, because he felt the very strong need to make love to his woman.
Her legs parted as he knelt between them, running his tongue along her slit. She was already wet, her arousal matching his right down the line. Ella’s hands shifted to his shoulders, herhips writhing as he teased her clit, loving how simply licking or stroking that tiny nub never failed to send her into orbit.
“God, Mav,” she cried out. “How do you always know exactly how…to…”
He didn’t relent as she spoke, caressing her clit with the flat of his tongue while driving two fingers deep.
“Fuck,” she cursed when he drove them in again and again, using the force and speed he knew she loved. “Yes!”
Maverick added a third finger—and she jerked so roughly, her inner muscles clenching down so tightly when she came, he feared she’d break them. He paused, giving her time to ride her orgasm out, her body going limp.
“I can’t even makemyselfcome that fast, and it’s my equipment,” she joked breathlessly.
Maverick chuckled, then pushed himself back up, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips.
“You going to be okay with just making love tonight?” he teased.
“I suppose.” Ella followed that up with a loud sigh, meant to let him know she would suffer through if she had to. However, she wasn’t able to school her features for long, giggling.
Then she sobered quickly, drawing her hand over his cheek affectionately.
“Make love to me, Maverick,” she whispered.
After that, words fell away. Because he and Ella had created their own language. One that required nothing more than touches, kisses, and looks. He swore he could read every thought and feeling she had in those gorgeous bright green eyes of hers.
Cupping her cheeks in his large hands, he kissed her again, slower this time, deeper.
Ella parted her legs, reaching between them, guiding his cock to her pussy. His gaze was locked on her as he slowly slid inside. Once buried deep, he kissed her again as she wrapped her legsaround his waist, tilting her hips in that way that ensured he found her G-spot on every thrust.
He started out slower than usual, savoring every stroke, every touch, every single one of her little squeaks and moans and breathless cries.
“Please,” she whispered.
His woman was a greedy, impatient girl, always grasping the next orgasm. She’d admitted last night she was quickly becoming addicted to the pleasure only he could give her.
