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He pulled his cock out and rubbed his fingers back and forth across my opening, spraying the shower floor with my release as I convulsed in his arms, thrashing around, and clinging to my sanity by just a thread. “Maverick Benjamin Jones!” I gasped in shock as he slid his cock back inside of me and lifted my used and exhausted body up and down onto it.
“I’m going to come.” He grunted, “Going to fill that tight fucking pussy up with it.”
I held on for dear life as I felt his cock swell to an unimaginable size seconds before he exploded, coating my insides with his come to mix with mine, leaving me completely spent and limp in his arms.
He held me like that for a long time, letting the warm water cover our bodies as we relaxed and recouped from the mind-blowing sex.
I finally sat up and stood up, letting his still semi hard cock slowly slide out of me as he watched his come drip down my thighs with it as I turned around and held my hands out for him to take. This was the Maverick that I loved so painfully deep with every part of myself.
He washed my body, and I washed his before he dragged me to bed and wrapped himself around me from head to toe, taking a deep breath and breathing me in.
“Four days until you’re mine.” He whispered right before I fell asleep.
I kissed his arm that my head was laying on and smiled against his skin, “I’m already yours.”
“Hmm.” He agreed and drifted off to sleep.
“Wake up sleepy head.” Maverick’s warm voice cascaded over me in my dream, and I reached out towards it. “Cora baby, you need to wake up, you have a big day ahead of you.”
“Lies. It’s all lies.” I muttered and rolled over burying my head under my pillow. Maverick’s large hand came down on my bare ass cheek sending a deliciously abrupt wake up call to my senses and I lurched up in bed. “Oof, what the hell?” I snapped, sitting on my heels, and rubbing my sore ass. “Spanking is only okay when your cock is buried inside of me, mister.” I accused, pointing my finger at him with one eye cracked open.
He was standing in a three-piece suit looking completely put together and not at all groggy like I felt. “Noted.” He smirked at me and leaned down to kiss me softly. “Now get up and get a robe on, my mother will be here in twenty minutes.”
He turned on his heel and walked out of the bedroom leaving me dazed and confused as I stared after him. “Wait! What?” I called and crawled out of bed, grabbing my satin robe on the way, and cinching it closed around my waist as I walked out into the large open living space. “Why is your mom going to be here?” He stood at the counter pouring two cups of coffee and looking far too good for whatever ungodly hour it currently was after two super late nights in a row.
“Because she’s bringing the designer that is going to hand sew your wedding dress together in three days.” He said, looking at me out of the corner of his eye while I stood in surprise.
“Oh.” I said. “Why didn’t I even think about a wedding dress?” I asked, feeling a sudden rush of anxiety about all of the undiscussed details of the wedding. It was a super small affair, but there were still things that needed to be done even with only a dozen guests.
“Because I’m taking care of everything.” He said confidently, handing me a cup of coffee, prepared perfectly before leading me over to the barstool at the island and forcing me to sit down as my brain continued misfiring.
“You’re taking care of everything? When do you have time to plan a wedding? I’ve seen your schedule.”
“Turns out I’m an incredible delegator, and my mother is an incredible event planner with an even better team.”
“Huh.” I wondered quizzically and took a sip of my coffee. “What’s my favorite flower?” I asked suddenly, trying to gauge just how on top of this he really was.
“Depends. If you’re talking about in a bouquet for the table or something, roses, and daisies. If you’re talking about a formal flower for a bridal bouquet, you fell in love with my cousin Sasha’s bouquet at her wedding when we were fifteen, so I chose white lilies and sunflowers to match for yours.” He said easily before looking completely confident. “Was I right?”
“Perfectly.” I mused and took another sip of coffee. “What color scheme are we working with?”
“White, ivory, and sage green. You’ve always loved neutrals.”
“How do you do that?” I asked, confused as to how he was so right and so at ease about it.
He chuckled, setting his coffee down and turning me on the stool before picking me up and setting my ass down on the cold marble countertop. “How do I do what?” He asked. He ran his hands up my legs from my ankles to my thighs, pushing apart my long satin robe in the process and then spread my legs to step between them.
Desire shot through my body, but I forced my brain to focus on the task at hand here. “How do you know me so well, so confidently, even after all of these years?”
“I spent ten years memorizing you Cora. Every day, even when we were in elementary school you fascinated me and I’d find myself simply watching you or committing anything you said to memory, to be sure I never forgot something important. I remember the way you picked pepperoni off your pizza but left the ham whenever we ordered pizza because you knew I loved the pepperoni. I remember the way you could never sleep during a thunderstorm because you’re such a light sleeper.” He ran his thumb over the apple of my cheek as a darkness clouded his warm brown eyes. “I remember the way your cheeks get red and splotchy when you cry, and the way you shake your head instead of saying yes or no because your parents always said you were too loud as a kid. I remember the way you told me some day you were going to fill a house with babies, so you’d always be wanted and needed because everyone else in the world has let you down at one point or another.” My nose prickled as tears threatened to pool in my eyes at his heartfelt response. “But what I remember most is the way I thought of you every single day that you were gone from my life. Every single day I’d find myself staring off into the distance and remembering something about our life together and forcing myself to memorize every part of it, from the way your laugh sounded, or the smell of your perfume, or the feel of the soft skin behind your knee where I’d rest my hand when we sat together. I didn’t want to forget a single thing about you, because once I started losing those memories, I’d start losing what little bit of you I had left. And that would be a fate worse than death Cora Lynn. I’ve never been able to be without you completely, not since the day I laid eyes on you.”
“Maverick.” I said, as tears slid free and down my cheeks. “Why did we let this go on so long? Why did we give them the power for so many years?” I cried.
“Because we didn’t know Angel, but we do now. And we’re going to be one unified front from now on, for the rest of our lives.”
“God, I love you.” I said, leaning forward and covering his lips with mine, loving the way his beard tickled my lips as he deepened the kiss, taking what he wanted from me in the early morning sunlight on his kitchen counter.
Our kitchen counter.
