Ella’s face was flushed, her breath coming in soft, shallow pants. “I…”
That was when Maverick realized he wasn’t the only one who was close. “Have you ever given yourself an orgasm?” he asked.
Ella turned beet red. She’d remarked once that she was frequently shocked by how forthright he was. He’d offered to hold back on his personal questions if they bothered her, but she’d rejected that, claiming his honesty was refreshing.
“No,” she said softly. “Never. I’m assuming you…” She waved her hand around, unable to finish her comment. Not that she needed to.
Maverick chuckled. “I may not have had sex with a girl, but me and my hand get a lot of action.”
She laughed at his joke, smacking him on the shoulder.
Maverick joined her, but the humor didn’t last long because, well, he was distracted by something else more pressing. “I’d like to see you come.”
Ella’s brows furrowed, and she bit her lower lip again, a sure sign she was nervous.
“Not sex,” he clarified. “Just…” He wiggled his fingers.
“How?”
Maverick shifted her off his lap, gently pressing against her chest until she was lying on the couch. He ran the tip of his finger over her bare stomach, tickling her.
She laughed, but the sound was cut off when that same finger stroked around the waistline of her pants.
“Can I touch you? Just my fingers,” he assured her. While Maverick hadn’t admitted to anyone in his family about having a girlfriend, he had managed to pull Sam aside a fewweeks ago. Sam was the most even-keeled of his brothers, steady as a rock and not prone to teasing Maverick for asking about sex. Maverick said he had some questions that he wasn’t comfortable asking their dad, and Sam, patient and understanding, told him to ask away.
His big brother took every single one of his questions seriously and answered them with the details Maverick needed. When Maverick asked about women and how they had orgasms, Sam explained the best way to get a girl there was with the clit—and then he told him exactly how that worked.
Ella nodded her consent. Maverick slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her pants and panties, but he didn’t pull either down, unwilling to tempt fate. Because just the sight of her breasts had driven his arousal to dangerous heights. God help him when she was totally naked.
Ella shuddered when his fingers ventured lower, finding the light smattering of hair around her pussy. She drew in a shaky breath, drawing his attention to her face.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “It feels good.”
He nodded, then decided to see if he could make it feel better than just good.
He slipped a finger between her labia, seeking out what Sam had called a woman’s “self-destruct button.” She was so hot and wet that Maverick had to draw in a deep breath, just to calm himself down.
He knew he’d found her clit when Ella gasped loudly, her hips thrusting off the couch.
“Oh my gosh!” she cried out.
Maverick kissed her cheek but he didn’t stop, applying more pressure to her clit, which was slick and slippery.
Ella clenched his upper arms tightly, her eyes closed as she made the hottest sounds he’d ever heard.
Sam hadn’t lied about the clit because…Jesus.
He continued stroking, taking in every part of Ella’s responses, memorizing what produced the most movement, garnered the loudest gasps and moans, made her shiver with delight.
Within minutes, she was there, her back arching as she cried out his name.
Maverick’s cock was so thick and hard, he was light-headed from the lack of blood. He was going to have to excuse himself sooner rather than later to rub this out in the bathroom. It was either that or risk coming in his pants.
Regardless, he powered through until Ella had ridden the storm all the way to the end, her body going soft beneath him.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she shook her head in obvious amazement. “I’ve never felt anything like that. Maverick, that was…”
He bent his head low, giving her a quick, hard kiss. “I love you, Firefly.” He said those words to her countless times a day, whenever they were together, but he’d never felt them more strongly than he did in this moment.
