8. Corinne
Corinne
Oh. My. God. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to do. I…
My body is on fire, not only from Maverick’s deft fingers, lips, and tongue, but those three little words.
He loves me? That’s insane. But what’s even crazier is that I feel the same way.
I’ve been trying to ignore the feeling, but it’s hard when I get a giddy, fluttery feeling in my core every time I see Maverick.
“Corinne…”
His hands fall from me. His voice sounds broken.
“I’m sorry. It’s crazy. I know. I’m not thinking straight.”
“Maverick don’t—” I burst out as I turn, swallowing the rest of the words when I see him.
This man is magnificent in every way, but right now his physicality is making me speechless.
The man has muscles built like mountains, each one covered in dark hair.
There’s so much power in them. Dripping wet.
And all I want to do is drag my tongue across each one.
This was not what I expected would happen today. I’d applied a new temporary tattoo before we left on our hike. Seize The Day! But after a long day, all that remains is Seize The D, and as I stare at Maverick, it’s taking on a whole new meaning.
I glance at his ‘D,’ because how can I not? It’s the size of my damn forearm.
FOCUS! Maverick just laid his heart out, and all you’re thinking about is his hard-on!
I clear my throat. One last… NO!
Eyes up, chin up…
“Maverick…” I begin, but emotions start bubbling up through my chest and throat, and I stop.
So instead, I collapse against him, hooking my arms around him and hugging him tightly.
He feels so good. And when he grunts, wrapping his arms around me, it feels perfect.
Like we’re meant to fit together like this.
“You might be crazy.” My voice feels soft and flimsy, but I feel stronger with his arms around me. “I mean, who has a raccoon for a pet?”
Maverick chuckles softly. “You’re not wrong.”
“But you’re not crazy for what you said. Or what you feel. Or if you are, consider me an absolute lunatic because I feel it too.”
I swallow hard. Maverick’s cock bounces against my stomach. Whew .
“I love you, Maverick.”
No sooner had the words left my lips than Maverick claimed them for his own. His hands grip my skull as our lips crash together. There’s no timidness. No uncertainty. The man is unrestrained in his need for me as he devours my mouth with his, stealing my breath and all coherent thought in my head.
I feel weightless. I can’t even register the water crashing against my back, only Maverick’s lips.
His tongue. The way his fingers dig into my flesh.
His cock, pulsing against my belly. I’ve never been kissed like this before.
Primal. Animalistic. It’s not until he breaks the seal, his face diving into the crook of my neck, that I can finally breathe again.
Deep, heaving breaths as I cling to Maverick.
“Jesus, Corinne,” he rasps against my skin.
“I thought I fucked it all up.” He licks the hollow of my throat, sending a jolt through my core as he moans.
“God, I’ve wanted to taste your lips so badly.
” His hands slide down my sides. God, they’re so massive.
Heavy. And the way they rivet me in place with a firm grip is making my knees weak.
“And how’d they taste?” I tilt my gaze up at him. Everything feels a little hazy. Dreamlike. But the way my body feels denies that possibility. This is real.
I exhale harshly as Maverick’s hand slides to my throat. “Like fucking heaven, sweet girl.”
And then he kisses me again. Harshly. Savagely, as his other hand molds around my ass, gripping and kneading and pressing me closer against his body. He wasn’t wrong when he told me he’d warm me up. And if he keeps kissing me like this, I’ll be nothing more than a puddle of molten goo.
I gasp when he finally pulls away, his lips still touching mine. I nip at them, taking them in between my teeth, tugging at them, sucking them, tasting them. He tastes so good. He smells so good. Manly and musky, and I can’t help but fall back onto my heels and shove my face into his chest.
“Favorite shower ever,” I mutter.
Maverick threads his fingers through my wet hair. “It’s not over yet.”
“That’s right,” I say, smiling against his chest. “I haven’t cleaned you up. It’s only fair if I help you out the way you helped me.”
“Thinking about soaping these cheeks?”
A large smack rents the air, and I laugh, fingers digging into his back. “No, but now I am.”
Along with the steel rod that has been sliding up and down my belly…
I reluctantly let go of him to reach for the body wash. When I look back at Maverick, I’m not even sure where to begin. Everywhere. All at once. My hands may not be as big as Maverick’s, but they’re going to be thorough…
The body wash makes a farting noise as I shoot a massive string of soap onto his thick, broad chest. I’ve been imagining how Maverick looked under his flannel, and it’s way, way better. I start slowly with my hands, gliding all over his firm, taut chest, relishing every little noise he makes.
“I could get used to this,” Maverick rasps. “My girl bathing— fuuuuuck,” he moans, as I let one hand drop to his cock. I can feel it pulse in my hand. Warm and firm and velvety smooth. I thumb the underside of his head as I start rubbing my body against him.
“Jesus, Corinne. You trying to kill me?”
I hum, glancing back up at him as I start pumping him. “No, I’m trying to make you come.”
The expression on his face turns me on even more as I stroke him harder. Agony. Bliss. Shock. I’m not sure there’s a single emotion that doesn’t flash across his face. But then he grips my wrist, and something else I’ve never seen before rises in his eyes.
“No,” he growls, pulling me up.
He thrusts my hand above my head and pins me against the cold tiles, my heart racing, absolutely pounding against my ribcage as he stares at me like I’m his prey. Weak. Injured. Completely at his mercy, and he’s about to stake his claim.
His thick cock presses against me as he holds his intense gaze. Holds my hand above me.
“Not going to happen. I’m going to make you come. Make you feel good. Okay?”
I swallow, my body electrified. “Okay.”
The tightness in his jaw loosens, and he relaxes, dipping his head down. He cups my cheek briefly, brushing my lips with his thumb before his hand skates down my throat and then encircles my breast.
“Perfect fucking tits,” he growls. It’s low.
Almost like he’s talking to himself. His hand glides down my belly as he leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and moaning, his tongue swirling against me.
Claiming my flesh with his lips. And then his fingers brush against my thighs, between my legs, against my?—
“Fuck,” I moan, my head rearing back as his deft fingers find my clit. Rubbing and stroking. I rock my hips against him as he makes me feel good. So fucking good.
“So wet,” he rasps against my breast, his fingers sliding across my slit. “You need this as much as I do, don’t you, sweet girl?”
“Mm-hmm,” I mutter, rocking against him.
He lets my hand fall before wrapping his hand around my throat and claiming my lips again.
He slips his finger inside me, capturing my moan in his mouth as his tongue circles mine.
Desperate. Needy. Hungry. He’s kissing me like he’ll die the moment he stops.
But the truth is that I might. I’ve needed this.
Wanted this. And now that I have it, I don’t want to let go.
I dig my nails into his back as his thick finger pushes deeper inside, curling, pressing me in just the right spot.
I grab his hand around my throat, pressing it against me as I hold on to dear life.
It feels so damn good, starburst behind my eyelids, explosions all over my body.
If this is what his finger can do to me, I can’t imagine what will happen when he fucks me.
“That’s it,” Maverick growls against my lips. “Ride my fucking finger.”
I moan, watching him behind hooded eyelids, gasping as he slides a second finger, stretching me. They’re so thick but feel so good.
“More,” I beg. I nip at him as he pulls back slowly. “I need more.”
I grab his wrist, urging him to push deeper as I grind harder. I can’t think straight. Every nerve ending is overloaded with need. Pleasure. But all I want is more, more, more…
His beard brushes against my neck as he kisses me, slowly moving his lips lower. “You need my cock, sweet girl?”
“Mmmhmm,” I moan as his thumb brushes my clit.
“Tell me.” He takes my nipple between his teeth, toying with it before taking it into his mouth.
“Fuuuck…” I moan, rearing back as I clench his hair in my fist, still rocking my hips as he slides his fingers in and out. Again and again. My legs are shaking. It’s a miracle that I’m still standing. “I-I need…”
I can’t complete a sentence. I’m taking shuddering breaths, making noises I’ve never made before, uttering complete nonsense as Maverick’s fingers work their magic. His lips move lower and lower, down my sternum and against my belly, everything is electric under his touch. And then something snaps.
Maverick lets out a guttural, animalistic sound that reverberates throughout my body as he slides his fingers out of me and wrenches the shower handle. The water turns off, and I’m left gasping as steam billows around us.
I open my mouth to protest, but it gets lost in my throat as Maverick falls down in front of me, gripping my thighs roughly, spreading them apart as she shoves his face into my sex.
“Maverick,” I moan, my hands gliding over his shoulders, unable to gain any purchase on his slippery, soapy skin until I finally thrust my hands through his hair and cling to him for dear life.
Noises and words I’m not proud of flow from my lips as Maverick’s work against me. His tongue, swirling over my clit, is working miracles. I’m not sure how long he’s been down there, my mind and body reeling, but I don’t even think he’s taken a damn breath.
He shoves my left leg up, hooking it over his shoulder as he makes sloppy, animalistic noises. Growls. Moans. I feel every vibration from his chest and throat on my pussy as he continues.
“Fuck,” he rasps, breaking free momentarily before diving right back in, his mouth latching onto my clit, sucking so hard I’m seeing stars. Thank god he has a hold of me because it feels like I could collapse at any moment.
“So fucking good, Corinne.”
And then he’s back on me. My hands don’t leave his hair. It’s the only thing tethering me to earth right now as my orgasm builds like none I’ve ever experienced.
What is he doing? How is he doing it? Is… is this even allowed? Can someone be too good? Each thought comes and goes in rapid succession until finally, my orgasm begins to crest.
“Come for me, sweet girl. Come…”
I can’t even comprehend anything else as I orgasm, a damn freight train leveling my entire being, reversing, and doing it all over again and again.
Wave after wave. Pulse after pulse. It doesn’t end, and Maverick keeps going.
By the time I come back to reality, I realize I’m no longer in the bathroom. I’m dangling over Maverick’s shoulder, and then, I’m dropped onto the bed like a rag doll. And as I look up, panting as Maverick crawls onto the mattress, I’m loving every second of it.