“Cup your tits, Specs. Squeeze those nipples for me.”
She complies instantly, her head thrown back as her hands tease and pluck at her breasts. “That’s a good fucking girl.”
I time my words for exactly when I plunge my fingers back in, curling them over to stroke that spot I’ve found and covering her clit with my mouth at the same damn time.
And that’s all it takes.
Her cries echo around the room as she lets go of her tits to grip the back of the couch, her entire body trembling as I pull every last bit of her orgasm out of her, licking up every drop of her release.
Pressing one final kiss to her clit, I slowly withdraw my fingers. I straighten to standing, my knees protesting how long I was down there, but it was fucking worth it.
There’s a dreamy expression on Sadie’s face as she leans against the couch, a soft sheen of sweat covering her skin.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, gripping the back of her neck and pulling her face to mine. “Fucking beautiful. And you’ll be even more beautiful bent over this couch. Wait here, Specs.”
Chapter twenty-three
Sadie
He really didn’t have to tell me to stay here; I’m not sure I could move even if I wanted to.
My bones are like liquid, the only thing holding me up is the couch.
Never. Not ever. Not with a partner or with my toys have I had two powerful orgasms back-to-back like that. And Maverick’s promising more? Good grief, I may not survive.
But there’s no time to worry about that because he’s back, foil packet in hand. He cups the bulge in his underwear, squeezing it as he smirks at me, and maybe I’m possessed by some sex goddess because all I can think about is tearing away that fabric and pouncing on that cock.
“Keep staring at me like that and I might be tempted to let you do something about those wicked thoughts I’m guessing are running through your brilliant mind.”
I drag my gaze up to meet his. “You had a taste of me, I want one of you.”
Maverick barks out a laugh before gripping my throat in that gently possessive way he did at the event earlier this evening.God, was that really only a couple of hours ago? It feels like so much has happened. “I had more than a taste, Specs. And you’ll get one. But first, I promised you would come on my cock.”
Oh my God, the dirty words coming out of his mouth have me biting back a whine. Awhine!
He places the condom packet on the back of the couch next to me and never drops his stare as he pushes down his underwear. But I can’t contain my gasp when his cock is free. It’s long, and thick, and curved just a bit at the tip. I reach my hand out, wrapping it around his length, and Maverick groans as he shifts closer, stepping out of his boxers.
“Fucking hell.”
His voice is tight, as if he’s barely holding back. And I want that. I want him on the edge just as much as I am, desperate for more. I experiment with sliding my hand up and down, twisting my wrist slightly. He’s hot and hard, and when he presses his chest into mine, tipping my chin up for a kiss, trapping my hand and his dick between us, I swear, I can feel it throb.
Maverick manages to tear himself away, taking a step back, making me drop him. “Turn around,” he growls and I find myself moving, leaning over the back of the couch, pushing my ass out toward him. Gone are any thoughts of self-consciousness, any hesitations about my curves or whether he wants me. There’s no question of that anymore.
“Fuck. Look at you, babe. Fucking hottest woman in the goddamn world, all of this for me.” His tone is almost reverent as he drags his hand down my spine, making me arch into his touch. His other hand joins the first when he reaches my ass, those strong fingers kneading into my flesh, gripping it tightly.I sense him bending over me, and his lips follow the line of his fingers, kissing his way down my back. “Are you ready, Specs?” he asks when he reaches the base of my spine.
“Mm-hmm.” I nod against the couch, my eyes closed. And I am. Oh God, am I ever ready for him.
The telltale crinkle of the condom wrapper opening is followed shortly after by his hand pressing on my upper back. “Arch for me. Give me that pussy.”
I tip my hips up, and his fingers dip down between my legs, spreading my arousal. “Good girl. So fucking ready for me.”
His fingers are replaced by the blunt head of his cock as he swipes it back and forth against my folds. But I need more.
“Maverick, please.” I open my eyes and twist my head to look at him. “Please.”
“I’ve got you, Specs.”
His cock sliding into me stretches me in ways I’ve never experienced before, delicious pain mixing with pleasure. He rocks back and forth a few times and my body eagerly follows, desperate to take all of him.
