Not yet, at least.
Pulling free, I wiggle my way down his body, once again trailing kisses over his hot skin. This time, he doesn’t stop me. I reach his cock lying heavy and long against his thigh.
Wrapping my hand around the base, I squeeze experimentally, watching his face. His eyes droop closed, his mouth falling open slightly. I squeeze tighter, and his hand clenches the sheet at his side. My tongue darts out to lick a stripe up the underside and his eyes fly open, his other hand coming down to push my hair back from my face.
“Fucking addictive,” he murmurs, echoing his earlier words.
I suck him into my mouth, running my tongue along his crown before slowly sliding down, taking as much as I can without choking. When I pull back, releasing him with a pop, I glance up to see that look of pure wonder on his face. The expression that tells me he can’t quite believe this is happening. It’s a look I both love and hate.
I love that he feels this way with me. That I make him feel so good, he can’t believe it’s real. And I hate that he doesn’t simply believe it is, and that he deserves whatever I give him and so much more.
I take him in again, letting some saliva drip down to lubricate the rest of him so I can use my hand as well. Squeezing, twisting, licking, and sucking. My eyes flutter closed. His fingers are in my hair, holding it back. He keeps muttering dirty, sweet words to me, driving me on, making me hotter and wetter, and all the more determined to have him fall apart.
“Shit, Sadie.” He starts to lift his upper body, curling up. “Baby. I’m gonna come.”
I smile around his cock and keep going, pushing him as far into my mouth as I can, swallowing and pulling back before doing it all over again. I can feel him swell in my mouth and feel his hands tighten their grip in my hair, and then he’s cursing and shouting my name. I swallow everything down that I can. Licking him clean like a freaking lollipop.
Never in my life have I enjoyed giving a man a blow job. Until this very moment. I feel like a goddess as I rise, taking in Maverick’s chest heaving with every breath, and the look of absolute ecstasy on his face.
I did that. Me. Sadie LeDuc, whose ex said she wasboring.
Straddling his upper legs, I keep my hands still, resting on his lower abdomen. When he opens his eyes to look at me, the fire burning inside of me turns into an inferno at his expression. I shriek when he grabs my hips and pulls, making me fall forward.
He kisses me, then slaps my ass with one hand. “Give me that fucking pussy.”
Digging his fingers in, he pulls again, and I shuffle forward, lifting my hands up to brace on the headboard. The first time he wanted to do this, I thought he was insane, and I tried to refuse. Dirk never wanted to go down on me, and this position? Yeah, right. But Maverick insisted, and the way he devoured me led to one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
I can feel his fingertips digging into my flesh, that possessive hold making my pulse speed up.
A light tap on my ass has me looking down to see Maverick’s face between my legs.
“Just so we’re clear. I’m in charge now.”
That’s all he says before latching his mouth around my clit and sucking hard.
I shriek out his name, the wave of sensation from that one action hitting me everywhere. He releases me, only to drag his tongue up and down my sex, lapping at me before giving my clit a few flicks, every single one sending sparks through me. My grip tightens on the headboard as I start to rock back and forth, chasing my orgasm that’s building and building. Maverick rumbles out a sound, the vibrations making my thighs clench around his head.
“Oh my God,” I moan, my head dropping forward as I grind down onto him. Somehow, he manages to get a hand in betweenmy legs and slides two fingers inside me. At first, he simply glides them in and out as he kisses and licks. But my needy whimpers betray me, and with a low chuckle, he finally gives me what I desperately want.
His fingers curl in again and press against my G-spot. At the same second, he flicks my clit with his tongue so rapidly it almost rivals my favourite vibrator. And that’s all it takes.
When I eventually manage to shimmy my way down his body, feeling boneless and happy, but still wanting more, he kisses me. And the taste of me on his lips only drives that insatiable need higher.
Maverick shifts us so we’re on our sides, facing each other. I let him lift my leg to drape it over his, opening me to him. We stay like that, making out, for several long, luxurious minutes, hands and mouths tracing pleasure all over each other.
Then he rolls us over so he’s hovering over me, his lips never leaving mine as he reaches out blindly, pawing at the bedside table until something falls to the floor and we break apart.
He grabs the condoms he was searching for and drops them on the bed beside us, then moves back in to kiss me again, but I stop him with a giggle and my hand on his chest. “Wait! What fell off the table?”
He shifts over and glances down, then shakes his head. “My phone. Don’t care. Want you.”
We both fumble for one of the condoms, but he gets it open and rolled down his cock. Then he lowers onto his elbows and kisses me sweetly. I lift my legs up, wrapping them around his back, reaching between us, and notching him to my entrance.
He pushes in slowly, never letting up on our kiss until he’s all the way seated inside me. Only then does he break away, letting our foreheads touch instead.
“Heaven,” he murmurs. And that one word says so much more.
Our hips start to rock. Slowly at first. As if we have all the time in the world and nothing else to do but be here together.
