Ella, not to be outdone, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, tugging it up and off.
“Wow,” she breathed.
Maverick kissed her cheek, then the side of her neck. “You’re even more beautiful now,” he whispered in her ear. “I didn’t think that was possible.”
She huffed out a delighted laugh, her fingers taking the same tour down his chest that her eyes just made. “I can’t believe we’re here again. I’m so afraid this is a dream and I’m going to wake up.”
“Let’s make a pact to never wake up.”
“Deal,” she said, placing several soft kisses on his shoulder and pec.
After that, words fell away. And so did their clothing.
Maverick tugged her thong down, while Ella fought with the zipper on his jeans. The struggle was real, because his dick was stretching the denim to its absolute limit. He took over, kicking off his shoes, jeans, and boxers together, too impatient to draw this out.
Once they were naked, they came together again, crashing against each other like waves on the shore.
With her legs wrapped around his waist again, Maverick gave up all plans of foreplay. If he had his way, today was day one of the rest of their lives. He’d make up for the lack of foreplay over the next forty years or so.
Ella reached between them, guiding his cock to her opening. The head slipped in easily because she was so wet and ready.
With one powerful thrust, he was there, buried deep inside the only woman he’d ever loved. The only woman he’deverlove.
Maverick had been fooling himself for years, pretending he was happy enough.
His happiness began and ended with her—and for the first time in too fucking long, the world was right again.
He withdrew until only the head of his cock was buried, then slammed inside her body, Ella’s back arching as she cried out his name.
“Yes! God,” she said. “Maverick.”
He repeated the same a half dozen times more before realizing exactly why this felt so fucking incredible.
He froze, gasping for air.
“Ella. Firefly… Condom.”
She was still clinging to him, her legs squeezing, fighting to keep him moving within her. “I get the shot. Don’t stop!”
For a split second, Maverick hesitated. He’d never had sex without a condom, but he wanted to make sure Ella wasn’t too lost in the moment to ask for one if she wanted it.
“Ella—” he started again.
“Maverick,” she said, in a haughty, powerful, I-am-woman-fucking-hear-me-roar voice. “Fuck me.Now.”
He grinned wickedly. “My very, very dirty girl. Hold on.”
After that, it was on. He pounded inside her tight, hot cunt, and she met his every stroke.
Maverick gritted his teeth so hard, he feared he’d break them as she came, her pussy clenching tightly enough that it almost hurt.
He could give in now, follow her over the cliff, but after a lifetime of missing her, he wasn’t ready for this to be over.
So he rode out the storm, holding steady as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through Ella. Then her body finally went limp, wrung out after her orgasm. A gentleman might let her rest, give her time to recover.
Maverick wasn’t a gentleman. He was a conqueror, a beast, and he was nowhere near finished with her.
When her legs limply fell from his waist, he kept a tight hold on her, not wanting her to fall.
