CHAPTER 4 Maverick #3
She’s light on her feet as I pick her up and carry her to the island and lay her out on it.
Her blonde waves fan out around her head.
She sticks her tongue out and runs it along her bottom lip as I place her feet on the wooden countertop.
Her eyes go big as I spread her legs and glide my hands from her ankles to under her calves and then to the top of her thighs, stopping when I reach the lace.
The lights are on above us, highlighting the curves of her body and her high cheekbones. Not breaking her gaze, I slowly slide the scrap of lace to the side and see just how wet Charlotte is for me.
I skim the pad of my thumb along her center and dip it in between her folds to feel the wetness gathered there.
“Is this for me, Charlotte?” I bring my thumb to my mouth and lick it off. “Mmm, you taste divine, like a delicacy.”
I love that her eyes are on me as I bring my mouth to her center and use the broad part of my tongue lick from her opening to her clit. It’s then that she closes her eyes and arches her neck and back and brings her hands to her breasts and plays with her nipples.
God, watching her do that while I’m between her legs is a damn sight and makes my cock strain against my jeans.
“Charlotte,” I say as I take her right hand in mine. “Show me how you touch yourself. Show me how you tease that pretty pussy.” I feel the resistance and she instantly tries to pull her hand back to her chest. “I've got you. Show me how you like it.”
She looks at me with hesitation but gives the slightest nod.
The vulnerability in her eyes makes me so angry, I want the names of the assholes who made her feel this way.
I gently guide her hand from between the valley of her breasts to her folds.
Once there, she pauses, takes a breath, and bares herself to me.
She circles her clit and is cupping her mound under the thin lace of her panties. I can’t help but stare at her. She inserts a finger into her sex and then another, slowly at first then a bit faster, hurried. I swear she's doing this under her panties to get a rise out of me.
Still between her legs, I’m watching her bring herself pleasure. I gruffly say, “Good. That’s a good fucking girl.”
Her fingers are still deftly dipping in and out of her center and her face is flushed, whether by excitement or nervousness I’m not sure, but she’s watching her hand and that’s hot as fuck. God, I can’t take this torture anymore.
I didn't want this to be about me, but I bring her closer towards me and the edge of the counter, then push her legs wider and over my shoulder.
I take her fingers still slick with her essence and put them in my mouth to suck them clean.
Giving her back her hand, I open her pussy with one hand, the other still holds her panties to the side, and flick my tongue over her bundle of nerves softly, playing.
She moans my name, “Mav! Oh, fuck.”
I alternate between the long strokes and flicks. I all but rip these panties off her body and toss them to the floor.
She is soaking, and when I insert my forefinger and make a come here motion inside her while circling her clit with my thumb, I can feel her start writhing on my hand.
I insert a second finger and suck on her clit while moving them in and out using that same come here motion.
Working faster and faster. The combination of my fingers and mouth take her higher and higher.
“Yes. Oh God, yes!” I can feel her walls start to quake and squeeze. After a few more licks, I feel a sudden rush of liquid on my face. It is unexpected and so goddamn hot, I might just come in my jeans.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. I’m so sorry. Oh my God.” Charlotte groans into her hands that are now covering her face, embarrassed.
“Why are you embarrassed? That was so fucking hot!”
“I’ve, uh, never done that before.”
“Like, never?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “There’s only been a few times I’ve ever had anyone eat—” she blushes and groans, “Uh, not all of my partners liked to, uh, lick, down there.”
I take a look down again at her perfect sex before me, then back to her face. I pull her hands off her face.
“That’s a damn shame. You’re a treasure, Charlotte, and fuck every man who has ever made you feel less than what you deserve.”
I lick my lips and still feel some of her juices on my face. “The fact I could bring you to such an intense orgasm that you squirt on my face is the hottest thing to ever happen to me. I could be near death and still remember this moment.”
I can tell I shocked her with that admission.
She moves to sit up and I pull her to an up position and she scoots closer towards me and surprises me.
She cups the back of my neck, bringing her mouth to mine in a searing kiss.
With our tongues stroking back and forth, I know she can taste herself on my tongue, on my lips.
The thought of her enjoying the taste shoots straight to my toes.
She pulls back for a moment. “Thank you for not making me feel ashamed.”
I hold her gaze for seconds or for a lifetime. Somewhere inside the darkest part of my heart, I just felt an ember spark to life.
This woman has no idea just how badly I want to reprogram all the things she’s learned about sex or her body by men who didn’t have a clue.
Show her how fucking phenomenal sex can be with the right partner.
That I might be her right partner. How it can make you bolder and empower you to feel like you can take on the world. I
want to bring this woman to the edge over and over again. I want to bury my cock so deep in her and fuck those negative thoughts right out of her brain.
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.”
Then I slide my hands under her ass and toss her over my shoulder as I head up the stairs to what has to be her bedroom. I smack her ass hard for good measure and get a little yip out of her.
Her curled, mussed hair bounces on the backs of my legs. What I've got planned for her upstairs though, I want to test just how far my little vixen is wanting to take this tonight.