Chapter 43
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
EVERLY
W rapping my arms around Maverick’s neck, I lean into his hard body and allow myself to drown in this kiss.
His hands, already on my hips, slide upward to push my shirt up.
I can feel when his fingertips brush over the thick scars at the base of my spine—the way they hesitate as he processes what they are.
Thankfully, he doesn’t push to see them.
Instead, his hands continue their ascent.
We break the kiss only to get my shirt over my head.
And then again to get Maverick’s off.
His shirt has barely hit the floor before he’s standing, taking me with him. He’s careful as he lays me down along the lip of the fountain, right where he’d been sitting.
“You’re more beautiful than I could have ever imagined,” he says, sounding a bit breathless.
Before I can say anything, he climbs over me with one knee between my legs while the other is straight and braced on the floor.
His hands come up and rest just above my head, his thick arms blocking my view of anything but him.
His shaggy dark brown hair falls forward, just long enough to brush the tip of my nose.
Unable to resist the temptation, I reach up and run my hands over his hard chest, getting a feel of every inch of him. I can feel his answering shudder beneath my palms.
“I used to dream about you beneath me like this,” he murmurs, his low voice raspy. “Just you and me.”
Swallowing down the thick emotion trying to lodge itself in my throat I ask, “ Used to?”
“I had to stop,” he admits, his face twisting with pain.
“Thinking of you while I was here… it hurt too much. I didn’t know if you could betray me the way your family did.
If you could, I didn’t know if I’d be able to survive it.
And if you couldn’t, then you were a sweet temptation I’d never be able to taste. ”
Without thinking, I blurt out, “Taste me how?”
Maverick shudders again, this time harder than before.
Our eyes meet for just a second before his mouth is back on mine and he’s eating me up once more.
But his lips don't linger on mine. They skim downward, over my chin and then down the length of my body. Small bumps rise and trail after Maverick’s touch.
I arch my chest as his kisses continue downward.
He stops his descent to kiss the swell of each breast, even reaching up to cup one through the bra I’m wearing.
This time, it’s my turn to shiver. His thumb teases my nipple through the thin lacy fabric until it’s hard and painfully sensitive.
For the briefest second, my thoughts turn to Rowan and how he’d had his mouth all over my breasts last night in the pool. I’d never really thought my nipples were all that sensitive until Rowan’s tongue had swiped over them.
Quickly, I push the thought of Rowan away. He doesn’t belong here between me and Maverick. But I do wonder… will Maverick do the same thing? Will he take my breast into his mouth, play with my nipples until I'm whimpering and begging for more?
He doesn’t. Instead, Maverick keeps my bra on and continues his slow trail of kisses downward.
I bite my bottom lip as desire turns my blood into a molten lava.
The hand Maverick used to grab my breast leaves my chest and follows his face, stopping when both get to the top of my jeans.
When he begins to undo them, my breath catches.
He’s slow at removing my pants, watching with awe as more of my skin is exposed.
I help by lifting my hips up. I watch as his eyes darken until they’re almost the color of charcoal.
It’s crude, the way he licks his lips and reaches for my panties, pulling them down as well.
Yet I can’t help but be turned on by the hunger sharpening Maverick’s features.
This is the man I’ve wanted since I understood what love was. Now he wants me, hungers for me, as I have for him.
When I’m completely exposed to him, Maverick lets out a deep, rumbling groan.
“Evie,” his eyes lift to meet mine. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re dripping for me.”
Before I can tell him I’ve always been this way, needy and desperate for him to see and love me, Maverick reaches down with one hand and slides a finger through my slit.
My words are choked off as I cry out. The nerves there go haywire at his touch, leaving me feeling like I’ve been pleasantly shocked.
He’s right, the way he slides through me is so smooth, and when he reverses direction and slides two hot, wet fingers over my clit, I can feel myself growing even wetter.
He repeats the motion and my hips buck up.
“Maverick—”
“This,” he rasps. “This is how I’ve wanted to taste you.”
Without another word, he dives down and replaces his fingers with his tongue.
The strangled cry of shock turns into a louder cry of ecstasy as Maverick’s tongue licks me from my clit all the way to my backdoor.
My hips rock as his mouth returns to my clit and begins to suck and tease it with his tongue.
“Oh god! What—I’m—oh!” I can’t speak, can’t think.
Holy shit. Maverick’s hot, wet mouth feels so, so good.
I’m slowly melting into the floor even as my body tenses under the intense tingling of pleasure coursing through it.
Mavie’s diligence in working me up, using the flat of his tongue then the point of it, alternating in a sensual way—as if feeling out the lay of the land and learning what exactly it is I need—leaves me feeling breathless.
My toes curl as my breath hitches. Curling my pelvis so he can get a better angle, I finally let my eyelashes flutter shut and fall into a well of bliss.
The pleasure intensifies, my body growing stiff.
A whimper slips past my lips as I fight the urge to grind against Maverick’s face.
It’s like trying to will my heart to stop beating; impossible.
Finally, I concede to the instinctual move and my reward is Maverick’s heady moan between my legs.
“That’s right, Evie,” he murmurs, his hot breath hitting against my core. “Ride my face.”
His mouth returns to working me up, and I do as I’m told. Reaching down, I fist a handful of his hair and shamelessly grind against his hot mouth. Between swipes and circles with his tongue and the gentle sucking against my clit, I’m pretty sure I’m about to die from pleasure.
When my orgasm comes, it feels like it starts deep within my womb.
The cry I let out is weak as the eruption of pleasure that shoots upward steals away all thoughts.
My thighs crush Maverick’s head as I shake beneath him and cry out his name.
A tear manages to escape. It slides down my face, tickling my skin, as I lie there and savor this perfect moment.
Maverick doesn’t relent until I go limp, my legs dropping away from his face.
He lifts his head slowly but not before running his tongue all the way through me one final time. I shiver, feeling overly sensitive down there.
“I dreamed of this but I never imagined you’d taste so fucking good, Everly,” Maverick says. He plants a kiss on my clit before looking up at me from between my legs. “I wonder what the rest of you will taste like.”
I’m a trembling mess, happy but not sated.
“Mavie, please… I need more of you,” I whimper.
Maverick seems to read my mind because his hands are already at the fly of his pants.
I push up and watch as his dick is set free. I’m not sure what I expected. Both Braum and Rowan are large and veiny, as I suspect many penises are. But Maverick? My eyes grow wide but I’m sure not nearly as wide as Maverick’s hard dick. Its girth is ridiculous, and its length?
“I, ah, know I’m new-ish to this and don’t have a ton of experience here but… ah, holy crap, Mavie…” My voice trails off as I try to will my pussy to become capable of handling this behemoth in front of me.
Maverick chuckles as he gives himself a stroke before he sits at my feet.
“Come here,” he orders.
I scramble to do as he tells me, excited and anxious for what’s to come. It’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that we’re doing this. I’m about to have sex with Maverick Sutherfield! I’m giddy and nervous as reality sinks in. My hands are trembling as he helps me straddle his lap.
“I’ll fit, Evie,” he promises as I settle myself over the head of his dick. “This cock was made for you. But you set the pace, okay? I’ll just help guide you.”
He’s giving me control of us ? My nipples pebble as I grab my bottom lip with my teeth—anticipation coursing through my veins.
“Go nice and slow, Little Evie,” he says as he leans forward to kiss the swell of my breast.
I nod as I lower myself onto him. We both groan as the head of his dick slips into me.
“Everly, your pussy is so fucking wet. So, perfect—just like the rest of you.”
Maverick sucks my left tit into his mouth and bites down. It’s not hard but it’ll definitely leave a mark. I let out a breathy cry and lean into it, wishing like hell I could wear this mark for everyone to see.
I sink further down Maverick, reveling at how stretched and full I feel. I see fireworks behind my eyes as each scant centimeter I sink onto feels like a glorious yet treacherous mile. I stop halfway, panting and sweating.
“Mavie…” I rasp out.
My pussy is both screaming at me to stop while simultaneously pleading for me to keep going. I clench around him, needing the friction but scared to seek it out.
Maverick stops sucking on my tit, slowly pulling his mouth away from the lacy blue fabric. Saliva trails after him, stuck to his lip. The sight of it causes my pussy to spasm and clench around him. Maverick sucks in a sharp breath. When he looks up at me, his eyes shine with awe and wonder.