Chapter 21 #2
One of my hands skimmed the length of her body, starting at her thigh and trailing up her stomach, while the other grasped the soft swell of her breast. Her groan turned to a gasp as I squeezed, roughly kneading the sensitive flesh.
I used one arm to prop myself up, still refusing to break contact while the other swiped over the peak of her nipple, loving how taut it became even through the silky fabric of her bra.
Her hips had been steadily grinding against mine as I held still, allowing her to use my body however she saw fit. The eagerness and responsiveness only fueled my hunger, and fuck if I didn’t want to rip off her panties and sheath myself to the hilt in her wet pussy.
As I pinched and rolled the now hard bud between my fingers, her moans became louder and her hips sped up beneath me, searching for relief.
Not yet.
She needed to take what I’d give, trusting that I’d never leave her wanting.
I pressed my hips into hers—hard—grinding my cock against the now wet fabric, trying to draw out the sensation of being between her legs.
She needed to be desperate, begging, and completely undone before taking every inch of me.
Her breath stuttered while her chest arched into me, and I captured her lips again, kissing her deeply before tearing myself away and kissing down the column of her throat.
My teeth and stubble grazed her skin, leaving a blazing trail of red, raised nips along her pulse point and down to her collarbone.
I was fast becoming addicted to her intoxicating moans and soft gasps that did little to keep my self-control in check.
My restraint frayed along the edges of my sanity as I kept my hips moving at a maddeningly slow, rough pace.
Every tremor caressed my skin like the sweetest melody, and I breathed it in like oxygen, knowing I could live on nothing but her sounds and be fulfilled.
Both arms now rested beside her shoulders as I let my gaze travel over her face.
A dewy sheen of sweat covered her neck and chest, while her eyes were wide and glassy.
Her pupils dilated as I lowered my face to her tits, keeping my movements slow and steady.
I lingered there, connected with her on a level I hadn’t known existed, before allowing my mouth to envelop her nipple through her bra.
I drank in every reaction as I sucked, cataloging what made her hips flex and her nails dig into my back.
The silky fabric of her bra soaked as I lavished her nipple with my tongue, only stopping to switch sides and give the other the same treatment.
Without warning, I bit down hard enough for a gasp to escape her throat, the noise absolutely fucking exquisite.
Her fingers tangling in my hair as she held me to her breast was addictive, and the dormant, possessive monster that lurked in my chest shook itself awake.
“Maverick. Please,” she cried as her grip tightened. I dragged my mouth away from her tits and rested my cheek against her chest, feeling her heartbeat thunder and her breath pant. When her hips canted up, seeking friction, I knew I could no longer deny her what we both craved.
I pulled away abruptly, sitting on my haunches with my eyes fixed on the flushed, panting mess that was Summer Winston.
Good.
Let her ache with the unrelenting need to come.
Let her see the utter devastation of my desire.
Let her burn for me.
“On your knees,” I demanded, my voice rough with want and edged with something that left no room for denial.
She furrowed her brows and blinked, tilting her head like she hadn’t understood my request. “What?”
“Turn over, Summer,” I repeated as momentary hesitation crossed her features. Her look told me she didn’t find my command frightening but instead wasn’t used to someone taking complete control.
We’d see how she felt about it afterward.
My encounters may have been few and far between, but I knew what I liked, and I knew exactly how to bring a beautiful woman to orgasm—again and again.
Summer propped herself up on her elbows, spreading her legs and showing off the very large wet spot between her thighs, before carefully disentangling herself from me and settling on her knees.
I gripped her hips, tilting them higher as her back arched. Her small hands fisted the comforter, and I took a moment to admire her before speaking.
“Is this okay?”
“It’s more than okay,” she whimpered, taking shallow, breathy gulps of air.
“Fucking right, it is. But you’ll tell me if there’s anything you don’t like or don’t want, okay?”
She nodded, tilting her head so her cheek pressed into the mattress.
“Not good enough,” I said, not willing to take anything further until she spoke. My voice dropped low and soft as I waited, staring at her debauched body.
She wiggled her hips, and on impulse, my hand came down and smacked the globe of her ass, stilling her movements. Lifting her head enough to meet my eyes, she smirked, one side of her mouth tilting higher than the other.
“You’ll find out soon enough that if I’m comfortable, I’m very vocal. But yes, if at any time things get to be too much, or I’m unhappy, I’ll tell you.”
She whispered the words, and for the second time, I had the disturbing thought that someone in her past had stifled her voice—and her pleasure.
That bothered me on a far deeper level than I cared to admit, but I’d have to revisit it later.
Because the beautiful woman on her knees for me looked to be seconds away from combusting.
“What a good fucking girl,” I cooed, rubbing the spot I’d smacked.
I finally allowed myself to reach for her panties, tugging them off to expose her pussy.
Perfection.
There was no other word to describe the sight before me.
Her pussy glistened, showing me how aroused she was, and my cock pulsed, needing to be inside of her.
I’d barely touched her, and already she was soaking.
But there was no way I would let a second more go by without tasting her.
I dipped my head, pressing my mouth against her and letting my tongue swipe from her fluttering entrance to the tight bundle of over-stimulated nerves.
“Oh, my God. Please. Please. Don’t stop.”
Her entire body shivered, and she let out a strangled cry, making me groan against her.
The taste was something I couldn’t describe—mild and sweet with something that was uniquely her.
Normally, this act was a means to an end.
Something I could take or leave before moving on to the main course but not with Summer.
Something about her called to me, and I wanted nothing more than to explore and draw out that feeling.
“Your mouth. Love your mouth,” she whined, as I continued my ministrations, humming with her words of encouragement.
I could spend days with my face buried in her pussy, tracing my tongue through her folds and fluttering it against her clit.
She rocked against me, her hips moving in time with my tongue, and I used one hand to open her lips for me, and the other to grab her hip, steadying myself with her body.
I worked her over like I was playing the finest symphony.
And perhaps I was as she ground against my tongue, which went from dipping inside her entrance to nudging her clit.
Her gasps changed to broken cries and begging pleas as her hips pushed into my face, telling me that her orgasm was within reach.
I felt it building inside of her. It was in the way her thighs quivered and her back arched, and how her movements went from steady thrusts to a barely controlled, frantic rhythm.
I tightened my grip on her hips, holding her so I could wrap my mouth around her clit and suck.
After three pulls of my mouth, she screamed, and her entire body froze, locking her in place as she rode the waves of her climax.
The whimpers that spilled from her lips almost undid me as I held her through it, never ceasing with the rhythm of my tongue against her clit.
When her breaths steadied and her shaking ceased, I moved quickly beside her, lying flat and digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. Barely allowing her to recover, I moved her closer toward me. I had not even begun to debauch this woman the way I needed to.
“Come here,” I said with a strangled voice I barely recognized. “I want another. And this time, you’re going to sit on my face.”
“I—” She shuddered, her body still trembling. “I don’t think I can do that again. You wrecked me,” she whimpered, throwing a hand over her face and resting her head on my shoulder.
I tried not to think about how good she felt snuggled into my side, but it couldn’t keep me from wrapping my arm around her and pulling her tighter against me.
I chuckled, shaking my head before leaning closer and pressing a kiss to her temple. “I have not even begun to wreck you, woman. Now, get up here.”
She cracked an eye open, and I took a moment to gaze at her flushed cheeks before glancing down toward her pussy, then back up toward the headboard, making my intentions clear. “Don’t make me ask again.”
She straddled my hips as I lifted my arms, caressing her back and flicking open her bra so her tits spilled out. I palmed them both, feeling the weight in my hands and kneading the soft flesh.
“Let me taste you until you come on my face. I don’t want to stop until your knees quake.”
She drew her lip between her teeth and nodded, making me smile so wide my jaw ached. Slowly, she slid her body up mine until her thighs framed my head and she gripped her headboard as if it was the only thing tethering her to Earth.
I didn’t give her the chance to set the pace as I dragged her hips down and plunged my tongue as deep into her as I could, because I couldn’t get enough.
I wanted to drown in her, so I wrapped my arms around her waist, giving her no choice but to take every deliberate swipe of my tongue.