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“Oh…no, I’ll come so…oh my God.”
He licks and sucks, teasing me until I’m on the edge. Then he leaves me like that, kissing his way up my stomach as I writhe and moan for more.
“Later,” he says, laying kisses across my breasts and then my neck. “First…”
He slowly pushes inside me and we both groan loudly. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, my body quivering with anticipation.
Every thrust threatens to send us both over the edge. It’s so good, finally getting what we’ve wanted for so long.
“I’m so close,” I say, panting. “Just a little bit—”
I cry out, loudly, completely blissed out and overcome with pleasure. Maverick groans hard and buries his face in my shoulder, his entire body tensing as he comes.
“Wow,” I say when he finally relaxes.
“Yeah.” He leans up on an elbow and kisses me softly. “Worth the wait.”
“It was.”
I rub his bald head and smile. “You’ve got more hair on your face than your head.”
He grins. “Not for long.”
We kiss again before I snuggle into his side.
“That was enough, don’t you think?” I tease. “I might go back to my room and sleep now.”
He scoffs. “The fuck you will. We’re not leaving this room until noon tomorrow.”
“Mmmm, but what if we get hungry?”
“Room service.” He cups my cheek in his hand. “We’re good together, Gia. Better together than we are apart.”
I can feel the question he’s not asking me. Won’t you stay? Forget about getting revenge for something you can’t undo, and live. See how far we can take this thing between us.
An image of my dad flashes through my mind. He was a good man, paying off the debts of a friend. He didn’t get to see his two sons grow into men because of a vicious, callous man who treated him like he was worthless.
I won’t let that stand. I can’t. So instead of answering Maverick, I kiss him, not wanting to waste a second of what may be our only night together.
Chapter Twenty-One
Maverick
“Holy shit, are you…ohh fuck, you are.”
I close my eyes and revel in being woken up in the best way possible—with my cock in Gia’s mouth. I push the covers back and run my fingers through her hair, gripping it gently. I’m completely hard and ready for more after getting a little sleep.
We fucked like it was our last night on earth, both of us dropping off to sleep around five in the morning or so. I’m not sure what time it is now, but I can tell by how groggy I feel that we didn’t get much rest. Maybe a couple hours.
Fuck sleep, though. All I need is more of Gia. I really hope she intends for this blow job to end with me coming, because if it’s just a warm-up for sex, I don’t think I can hold out that long.
Her mouth and hands work magic on me, and it doesn’t take long for me to come—hard. Since meeting Gia, I haven’t had sex with any other women. We’re making up for lost time, though. Last night she came four times and I came three.
“Hell,” I say, exhaling hard. “That was the most amazing wake-up call of my life.”
With a sexy smile, she snuggles into my side. “Good.”
I give her a quick peck on the lips and brush the hair away from her face. I love waking up with her, seeing her fresh faced and with bed head.
“My turn,” I say, leaning up on my elbow, slowly kissing my way down her body.
“I want sex,” she says, cupping my cheek with her hand. “And I want to be on top.”
There’s nothing sexier than a woman who vocalizes what she wants in bed. I had a feeling Gia wouldn’t be a passive participant, and I’m damn glad I was right.
“Hop on,” I say, grinning and moving to lie on my back.
“But don’t you need time to…”
I sigh softly. “I’m good on that front, but I should probably go clean up real quick. Give me a minute.”
I take the world’s fastest shower, and when I walk out of the bathroom, Gia is lying on her back, her eyes glazed and her nipples hard. That’s all I need to be fully erect again. I grab a condom, tear it open and roll it on before climbing back on the bed.
Immediately, she throws a leg over my hips to straddle my lap and sinks down on my cock. I try to memorize her expression of pure bliss; all I want is to put that expression on her face every day for as long as she’ll let me.
She rides me slowly at first, gripping the headboard to balance herself. Soon, though, she’s moving faster and harder, moaning as I steady her hips while meeting her thrust for thrust.
