Chapter 22 #2
We chase each other’s mouths, and she meets my intensity, returning it with equal force. A soft moan slips from her throat, and it’s fire to my gasoline. I drag my mouth down the line of her jaw, kissing her soft neck, inhaling deeply coconut, roses, and peach.
“You smell so good,” I groan against her shoulder, pressing my lips to her soft skin.
“You feel so good,” she hisses, threading her fingers in my hair and holding me closer to her body.
My hands move to her legs, and I fist her skirt, drawing it higher, opening my fingers so I can rake them up the back of her soft thighs. She exhales an Oh! and I continue.
She rubs her hand over my growing erection, making me groan. I look down the line of her back to where my hands are all the way up her bare thighs. Higher, as I discover…
“You’re not wearing underwear.” It’s a painful exhale, and my erection throbs as she continues to stroke me through my pants.
“It’s a thong.” She unbuttons my jeans, sliding her hand between the zipper and my cock. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
“It’s the weekend.” I pull the lobe of her ear between my teeth, and her shoulder rises.
“Is that a rule?”
“It is for me.”
Her hand moves up and down my dick, and my stomach shudders. I can’t catch my breath with her touching me this way.
I reach into my jeans, but fuck, I know the truth. “I didn’t bring a condom. I had no idea we’d do this.”
I’d have brought a whole fucking box. The big kind like you get at Costco.
“Oh, Maverick…” She lifts her chin, pressing her lips against my jaw, pulling the skin with her teeth. “What can we do?”
“I can tell you I’ve been tested, and I haven’t been with anyone since. It’s actually been a long time, so it’s safe if…”
“Same. I’m the same.” The straps of her dress have fallen off her smooth shoulders, and her breasts heave, pressing against the fabric.
Her full lips part, and her hair falls in smooth waves down her back. My hands are on her ass, and I curl my fingers against her skin, ready to take this to the next level. Only…
“What is it?” Her voice is breathless, and she looks up at me.
“You’re just so beautiful.” My voice is thick, husky. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Her slim brows furrow. “But?”
Pain is in my temples. “It’s a big step… Are we doing it?”
Her hands rise to my cheeks, and she cups my face. Leaning forward, she meets my eyes, and I blink rapidly. I want her so much. I want all of this, but while I know this afternoon changed a lot, sleeping with Dove will truly change everything.
I’m hanging off the edge of a cliff waiting for her answer. I won’t do it if she’s not here with me. Her lips tighten, and she takes a breath as a broad smile curls her lips.
“Yes, Maverick, we’re doing it.”
It’s all I need. Our mouths collide, and I groan as I lift her off the bed.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I turn, pressing her back against the wall. Our lips never part. We’re all groans and grunts and moans and whimpers and hands everywhere.
I don’t want to tear her dress, but I’m about to before she lowers her legs and reaches to the side, unfastening a hidden zipper. Just like that, the entire garment falls to the floor, leaving her standing in only the tiniest scrap of triangle lace and a sheer white bra.
My lips part, and I stagger back against the bed, sitting down on the edge. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
I can’t tear my eyes off her body, her full breasts. They’re heavy and round and just… fucking… stunning. My cock stands straight up on my lap.
She smiles, a naughty light in her eyes, and she climbs onto the bed, straddling me on her knees. “When you look at me like that, you make me want to show off.”
I like the sound of that.
“You can show off how well you ride my cock.” It’s a low growl, and I’m pleased by the way she shivers in response.
She leans down, pulling my bottom lip with her teeth. I’m ready to feast on her perfect tits, bend her over, and fill her until she cries for more.
Lifting my hands, I pull the back of her hair, tilting her head so I can trace my mouth down the column of her neck.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I groan.
She rises onto her knees, smoothing her fingers along the line of my forehead and kissing my nose. “I can’t believe the boy I loved has turned into such a man.”
“Loved?” I pause, holding her eyes.
Her eyes blink away, almost like she’s embarrassed. “We’re friends. We love each other, right?”
“Friends don’t have to fall in love.” My hands drift down her body. “Unless they do…”
“What happens if they do…” She feathers her lips along mine, breathless. “But it could never work?”
“It might work.” I tear her flimsy thong away with my thumb and hold her hips, guiding her core to line up with my cock. “Maybe they need to think about it more… After you come for me.”
She hesitates, the muscles in her throat moving with her swallow. My tip is at her entrance, and it’s slippery. Hell, it’s gushing.
My hands slide to her ass cheeks, and I insert the tip. Her voice shudders, and she holds the back of my neck, lifting her eyes to mine. “It’s so big.”
“Just relax, beautiful. You can take it.” I kiss her again. “Relax and ride.”
Her hot pussy lowers, pulling me into her clenching depths all the way to about half. Her body shudders, and she bends forward, kissing my cheek. “I’ll get there.”
Lifting my hips, I gently thrust, groaning with each sink of my cock, doing fucking everything in my power not to race ahead of her to the finish line.
It doesn’t even matter if I’m only half-cock deep in her sweet, sweet cunt. The surges of desire radiating through my pelvis have me seeing stars. I grunt and move, doing my best to make it easier for her rather than losing my mind like I want to.
“Show off for me, beautiful,” I whisper, tracing my fingers along the soft skin of her ass. “Let me hear what you sound like when you come on my cock.”
“That won’t happen,” she whispers, cupping the sides of my face in her hands.
Her forehead is pressed to mine, and she’s riding me as much as she can with her knees bent on the bed.
“What?” I groan, doing my best to stay with her.
“I never come from sex.” Her eyes are closed, and she holds my neck. “Go ahead and finish, and I’ll take care of myself later.”
Like a record scratch, everything stops.
As much as it hurts to be so close and to pull out, I do just that. My hands move to her waist, and I turn her so her back is on the bed. I’m propped on my elbows on each side of her looking down, and my brow is furrowed.
Anger simmers in my chest. “I would never use you that way. I’m not coming until you do.”
“It’s not using me. It’s just a waste of time.” Her shoulder rises, and her eyes flicker away from mine. “It doesn’t work for me. I think too much, I’m too analytical. I can’t relax.”
“I’ll help you relax.”
“Maverick…” I can see her putting up her wall.
I’m not having it. “I told you I take care of what’s mine. I can make you come.”
“Oh, you can?”
“Yes, and I won’t finish until you do.”
Her lips tighten, and her eyes glide up and down my body. “How are you planning to do that? Vibrator?”
“No.” I lean forward, getting closer to her lips and speaking slowly, softly, so I brush her sensitive pout with mine. “I’m going to eat you like a peach until your juices run down my face.”
“Oh,” she whispers, her lashes moving quickly. Her chest rises and falls, and when I look up, her eyes are dilated.
“Do you like that?”
A deeper blush climbs up her neck to her face. “Yes,” she answers softly.
“Good, because I can’t wait to show you all the dirty things I plan to do with you. Starting with these tits.”
With both hands, I lift her breasts, using my nose to lift the lace restraining them as I kiss and suck the inside of the left one, licking and pulling until a deep purple spot appears, hidden between them.
Her head drops back with a moan, and she jams both hands into the sides of my hair. “I love your mouth.”
“I love your body,” I groan. “I want to see these beauties bounce when I fuck you, but first… I’m going to eat you until you pass out. Then I’ll do it again when you wake up begging for more.”
I lay her back on the bed, sliding down her body, kissing her soft belly, her hard hipbone, the curve of her pubic bone.
“Oh… Oh, no.” She sits up quickly, putting her hands over her privates. “I’m not ready for that.”
“What?” I lean back, looking at her confused. “What do you mean?”
She looks side to side, before leaning forward and speaking in a whisper as if someone is listening. “I didn’t wax.”
Her lips twist, and her head tilts side to side before she nods at her crotch. It hits me what she’s trying to say, and she’s so fucking hilarious, I start to laugh.
Moving forward again, I grip her thigh. “I don’t mind if you’re a little fuzzy.”
Her hand is on mine, stopping me. “I mind. It’s not the 1970s.”
“Dove, look at me.” I hold her jaw in my hand, and she blinks up at me. “I don’t mind a little peach fuzz. Now lie back and let me have what I want.”
She starts to argue, but I throw her thigh over my shoulder and use my fingers to spread her wide, flattening my tongue and going to town.