Chapter 47 Maverick
CHAPTER 47
MAVERICK
I left several disappointed businessmen in Tokyo. Flying home for a few days to see Hendrix, make sure she’s okay, is an extravagance. It’s not the money, but the time I can ill afford. Seeing her face when she spotted me waiting for her outside the courthouse, the way she fell into my arms, made it worth it.
Waking up with her in bed at her place, even just for today, is worth it.
“Morning,” Hendrix mutters into my shoulder.
I tighten my arm around her waist, stroking her back through the silk pajama top.
“Morning.” I kiss the top of her head. “How’s it feel being back in your own bed?”
“Good, but guilty.” She glances up at me, the peacock-printed silk scarf covering her braids slipping into her eyes. “I know I had to come, but I really want to get back to Mama and Aunt G today. Glad my flight is this afternoon.”
“You sure you don’t want to fly with me? I can drop you off.”
“On your way to Tokyo you can just drop me off in Charlotte?” She kisses under my jaw. “I’m fine.”
“Maybe I want a few more hours with you.” I coast my hand down her back to palm her ass.
“Maybe you should make the most of the time you got right now.” She shoots me a wicked grin. “Look in my nightstand drawer.”
“Why?” I ask, already stretching to open the drawer. I didn’t take the time when I was here before to truly appreciate the collection of vibrators, lubes of all varieties, condoms of various sizes and… flavors… that Hendrix keeps here.
“My pride and joy.” Her chuckle is husky and suggestive. “We only have a few hours before we leave. Wanna play?”
My pulse pounds at my neck and my skin burns like someone lit a match to the blood coursing through my veins. Of course I hoped we’d have this before we went our separate ways for another two weeks, but she has a lot on her mind. I didn’t want to press her for sex when she’s negotiating so much.
“We don’t have to, Hen,” I force myself to say. I mean it, even though I’ve wanted her since I saw her on the courthouse steps. The segue from fighting for equity and justice to can we smash is not as easy as one might think.
She works the silk pajama bottoms down over her hips and off. I gulp at the sight of her, the smooth, thick thighs and lush hips. When she pulls the pajama top off and her breasts spill free, I almost swallow my tongue.
“You’ve missed them,” she laughs and cups her breasts, rubbing the tips. “I need this, Mav.”
“So I’d be doing you a service is what you’re saying,” I tease, my voice husky and heavy with lust.
“A favor, even.” She slips her fingers between her legs and strokes. “Unless you make me do all the work myself.”
For a few seconds, that is exactly what I want. Watching her fingers slide over and dip into the sweet recesses of her body. The way she tips her head back and moans, bends her knee to give me a clear view. I take her nipple into my mouth.
“Love your titties,” I mutter, slipping my hand over the soft roundness of her stomach to marry our fingers between her legs. “And this pussy. You get so wet.”
“Not all the time,” she chuckles. “That’s what the lube is for, but you do seem to have that effect on me.”
I move down her body and settle between her thighs, using my shoulders to push her legs further apart. She palms my head and hooks one foot on my back.
“Breakfast is served,” she laughs throatily. “Eat up.”
I lick and bite and swipe my tongue over her. Some sound half groan, half growl writhes its way up my throat. I hook my arms under her thighs and lift, opening her wide. Her chest heaves and she pinches her nipple.
“Get a toy,” she pants. “Whichever one you want.”
I can’t resist sucking on her again, licking into her. She squirms and twists.
“I want to play with you,” she says, her eyes crawling down the length of her body until they lock with mine.
I reach into the drawer and select what looks like a pretty basic vibrator, but Hendrix’s eyes light up.
“Great choice.” She pats the empty space beside her. “Come here.”
I settle beside her, cupping her jaw and plunging in for a deep kiss.
She takes the vibrator from me and grins. “Lay back and strip.”
“Um, why? What are you going to do with that?” I ease my boxers down and off until I’m laid out naked for her inspection. “To me?”
“I’m not sticking it up anything.” She rolls her eyes. “Not today, at least. We’ll work up to pegging that ass.”
“I’m actually not sure we will,” I say dryly.
“Open your legs for me,” she commands, her smile melting away with the heat in her eyes. “You’ll thank me for this.”
My eyes never leaving hers, I spread my legs slightly. She grasps my dick, working her hand up and down until it’s stiff and stretched. My breath chops up, coming out in gasps when she strokes my nipple. She turns on the vibrator and licks her lips when she glances down at me.
“What are you do—oh!”
She’s running the vibrator across my upper thighs in circles. It startles me at first, but I settle, not sure what the hell is next, but down for whatever. With every breath, she eases her way up until the toy is at the perineum, right between my balls and my asshole. Holding it there with one hand, she steadies my dick with the other and takes me into her mouth. The unfamiliar vibration at a spot I had no idea was that sensitive, coupled with the hot, wet interior of her mouth, steals my breath.
“Shit, Hen.” I tilt my head back into the pillow and my mouth drops open. “Fuuuuck.”
She keeps that up, pulling off to lick the head, dip her tongue into the slit. The way she closes her eyes tightly and moans like it’s as good for her as it is for me in the most stimulating part of the whole thing. And that’s saying something because I’ve never been this stimulated. I can’t last and there’s no way this will end any way except me inside of her.
“Hen, baby. We gotta…” I can barely form coherent thoughts. “Wanna be… inside.”
She looks at me, eyes sex-drunk and heavy lidded, braids spilling over her shoulders. Her pretty mouth is stretched around me and in this position, her breasts hang heavy, framing my dick. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. She pulls off with a pop, and climbs up my body. She grabs me by the neck and crashes our lips together. Her mouth is swollen and wet and tastes like me and her. I’m ravenous, exploring her, biting her lips. I reach down and pull her up by her ass to straddle me. She rocks over me, into me, and I’m back at the edge.
“Hen, I’mma come we keep this up,” I pant, pressing our foreheads together.
She nods and leans in to kiss me again. I chase the salty taste of myself on her tongue. She feathers kisses across my face until she reaches my ear.
“I want to use the toy while you do it,” she whispers. “Is that okay? Some men don’t like it when—”
“Why the hell you talking about ‘some men’ when you fucking me? Get the damn toy, Hen, and don’t bring those motherfuckers in our bed again.”
She chuckles, reaches for the vibe, and turns around, her naked back and ass to me.
“We need to reverse for what I have in mind,” she says, settling her thighs on either side of mine and taking my dick in her hand. She glances at me over her shoulder, eyes sultry, smoldering hot chocolate.
She sinks down on me and I almost lose it right then. I’m still not used to being raw, and it’s so intimate. Literally like our skin melds with the heat of it.
“That is so good,” she moans. “I need to control this if it’s gonna work.”
“Happy to let you do all the work,” I laugh, but it’s breathy because, damn, she feels incredible sheathing me at this angle. She begins to rock, the muscles of her ass flexing with each movement. I can’t resist framing her waist with my hands, have to touch her somewhere. She braces one hand on my thigh and the other slips between her legs.
The buzzing begins.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she chants, riding me and keeping the vibrator there.
She’s been edging me so long, I know I can’t last. I want to draw this out as long as possible, but it feels indescribable to have her this way, with no inhibitions and totally focused on her pleasure and mine.
“I’m about to…” She tenses, squeezing my leg so tight the pain just barely penetrates a fog of bliss. “God, yes!”
Her long limbs quake with her release. She eases down onto her elbows, shoulders trembling and breaths chopped up.
“God, that was good.” She looks over her shoulder and sways her ass. “Now you.”
Desire spikes, galvanizing me into motion. I press her forward on her elbows and push my hand into the small of her back so her ass is high in the air. I touch between her legs. I slide two fingers in and she shivers, still sensitive.
“You…” I swallow hard and close my eyes at the thought of her coming that hard. “I need to be in there, babe.”
“Come on then.”
I rise on my knees behind her and sink inside. We both groan, a syncopated relishing of joined flesh. With her hips gripped hard between my hands, I snap forward again and again, the rhythm of my breathing roughening the longer I fuck her. I grab her breast, squeezing and kneading.
“Feels so good,” she pants.
I pull her up, gripping her hip and grabbing her throat. The bed rocks with every thrust. As vast as my world has become, it shrinks down to this woman when I give her my body and my heart. I lose all sense of time and place when I’m inside her. I didn’t know a connection could be this strong. A thread so tensile and yet so tender. Had no idea emotion could overtake reason and wisdom and have you risking it all in a public place with a party just beyond an unlocked door, or leave you surrendering everything when it feels like you are the only two people on Earth. I didn’t know it could be this good, but as I shout her name, release all the love I haven’t yet put into words, into her beautiful body, now I know.
And nothing else—no one else—will ever do.