Tonight, though, I feel his need to lose himself in me, and I want the same. I don’t care if I’m exhausted tomorrow. The closer we get to the end of the semester, the closer we get to contract talks and all the uncertainties that brings with it—which is another layer to his nightmares, I’m sure.
“I want you in my mouth.” I shimmy back on his thighs and nudge his legs apart so I can settle between them. I leave wet kisses on the shaft, working my way up to the head and running my tongue over the slit before I take him in my mouth.
“Fuck, Clover. Why are you so good to me?” His fingers drift down my cheek, skimming the place where my lips and his cock meet.
I pop off and kiss the tip. “Because you’re my favorite person in the world, and I love you.” I wrap my lips around the head again.
Maverick gathers my hair in his hand to keep it from gettingstuck to my lips. He folds his other arm behind his head, propping himself up so he has a better view.
I take my time, alternating teasing strokes of tongue with gentle suction. And I take as much of him as I can until the head hits the back of my throat and my eyes threaten to water—which, incidentally, is the point at which Maverick always stops me.
“It’s your turn.” He cups my face in his hands and eases me off. “And I need a minute or ten.” He sits up and kisses me. It’s sloppy and wet, full of pent-up desire. He moves me to lie on top of the comforter, head at the foot of the bed, and settles his massive body between my thighs, hiking one over his shoulder and pushing the other out to the side.
He drops his head and licks up my center. I pull in a gasping breath and grip his hair in preparation. But he doesn’t lick me again. Instead, he moves to the inside of my thigh, kissing me softly before he sucks on the skin.
“I can’t ever get enough of you.” He nibbles his way back up the inside of my thigh. “I want you all the time.”
“It’s the same for me,” I assure him. I don’t want to think about what it’s going to be like when he’s in another state. Not now.
When he reaches my center, he lifts his eyes and drags a single finger from my clit to my entrance, easing it inside as he flicks my clit with his tongue. Every muscle below my waist clenches, and my eyes roll up. He pumps a few times, curls his finger, and adds a second one. Then he presses his tongue against my opening, where his fingers curl inside, and licks up my slit. He continues to tease me in the best way, in no hurry to give me the orgasm that hovers just out of reach. My body aches with the need for release, but he keeps me at the edge, the most delicious torment.
“I don’t want to come until you’re inside me,” I groan, legs shaking with the effort it takes to hold back.
He flutters his fingers and flicks my clit again. “Is that you telling me you’re close and asking me to be inside you?”
“Yes, and please.”
He gives me one last, sweet lick, and when he withdraws his fingers, I groan at the loss. He prowls up my body, dropping kisses along the way until his mouth meets mine. I lick inside, tasting myself on him, and we both make a low, needy sound as his cock glides over my clit.
I wrap my legs around his waist to keep him from breaking the contact. Maverick pushes up on one arm, eyes falling closed, and his erection slides low, nudging at my entrance. His throat bobs, and his fingers skim my cheek. “Let me get a condom.”
“Or we could go without this time.”
It’s half question, half suggestion. In all the months we’ve been together, we’ve always used protection—even though he’s seen my birth control pills sitting on the nightstand. I take them at the same time every night, just before bed.
“If it makes you more comfortable, you can pull out instead of coming inside me,” I offer when he doesn’t answer right away.
“I, uh . . .” He closes his eyes and licks his lips when I shift again.
I run my fingers through his hair. “You can say no, Maverick.”
His eyes open, and his cock twitches between us. “I haven’t ever gone without a condom.”
“Okay. I don’t want to do anything that’s going to make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s not that it’s going to make me uncomfortable. It’s justnot something I’ve done before, so I’m not sure how it’s going to affect my performance.”
I smile at his expression, a mixture of chagrin, anticipation, and desire. “That’s okay. I’m at the edge anyway, so you won’t need to worry about me.” My fingers trail from the nape of his neck, down between his shoulder blades, and lower. “I’d like the closeness, if you would too.”
“Yeah, I’d like that.” He nods once.
I curve my palm over his ass and press down as I tilt my hips up and the head slips inside. Maverick blinks once, twice, and we exhale the same shuddery breath.
“I want more of you,” I whisper, brushing my lips over his.
His eyes never leave mine as he sinks into me. His brows pull together in a furrow, and he murmurs, “Oh, fuck.”
I curve one hand around the back of his neck. “Is that a good,oh fuck?”
