Chapter 21 #3
“This mouth. So good.” Her words were sharp and punctuated, like she couldn’t catch her breath, and I grinned, loving that I could give this to her.
Her head tilted back while her hands moved to her tits, and her lips parted as she surrendered to my mouth. She rolled her hips, grinding her pussy down onto me, and holy shit if that wasn’t my favorite part of the day.
The way she unraveled, giving herself over to pleasure.
When her hands clutched my hair, I knew she was close, and when her thighs did their best to suffocate me, I moaned, thrusting my hips into nothing.
“Please. Please. Please,” she repeated until that single word turned into one long moan and her thighs trembled.
When she fell forward, keeping one hand threaded in my hair and the other on the headboard, I knew she had come undone again.
She rocked into me as she finished, and I smirked, keeping a firm grip on her hips so she couldn’t get away from the overwhelming sensations of her orgasm.
I kept hold of her until I felt her breath puff against my head and her thighs relax.
Only then did I release my hold and pull my mouth away from her clit, but I couldn’t help nipping her inner thigh and rubbing my stubble against the sensitive skin.
It pinked under my touch, and I smirked, loving that I’d put my mark on her.
Even though I knew the color would fade within moments, seeing that patch of raised skin on her thigh had me leaning forward again to taste the warmed flesh with my tongue.
My hands crept up her back, helping her wiggle her way down my body until our hips aligned and I felt the wet slickness of her pussy against my throbbing cock.
My instinct was to thrust. To move. To claim.
But I forced myself to remain completely still, not even breathing as Summer’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of the same color I’d decorated her thighs with.
She slid down a little further before planting a hand on either side of my head and barreling toward me until her lips slammed into mine.
This kiss was feral—from the way her tongue darted out to lick my lips, to the way her hands crept into my hair and her nails scraped against my scalp. And I was fucking here for it.
I’d rubbed my mouth against her pussy as she came and hadn’t bothered to wipe it off, and she whimpered into my mouth like she loved her taste as much as I did, making me groan. I dug my fingertips into her hips as my head rose from the pillow, not wanting to break contact yet.
When our tongues slowed from the incessant teasing, I lifted her from my lap with ease and pulled her back beside me before crawling between her spread legs and taking off my briefs. My cock pulsed, and I fisted the shaft, running my hand along the underside and then over the tip.
Summer licked her lips and smiled, letting her hands trail over her breasts and to her nipples, pinching the buds. I stroked myself, mindful that if I didn’t keep the pace slow, I’d come all over her pretty pink pussy.
Fuck.
The thought of my come decorating her tits, dripping down her stomach, pooling into her belly button before sliding to her pussy had me clenching my jaw and dropping my chin to my chest—like the only true way to ensure her devotion to me was marking her with my come.
Would she rub it into her skin? Dip her finger in it and then suck on that same digit, tasting me?
Or would she be disgusted, not wanting anything to do with me?
Some deep-seated part of my psyche said she’d arch her back and moan if I stroked faster until I came on her—but not this time. The overwhelming need to bury myself in her was too great to ignore, and I had no intention of going against what my body craved.
Her knees shook as she spread her thighs wider and thrusted her hips toward me, like she was just as desperate for prolonged contact.
There was no way I’d deny her, not after everything we’d shared on this random afternoon.
I released my cock and braced one hand on her knee, using the other to trail my fingers to her core before plunging my index and middle finger in.
The ragged gasp that escaped her lips was raw and unrelenting as her body jolted and her legs spread wider around me.
The movement allowed me to push deeper. As her eyes closed and she nodded, wiggling her hips, I removed my hand from her knee and brushed lightly over her clit. Even that barely there touch against her overstimulated bundle of nerves had her eyes opening and her gasping out a strangled groan.
“Wait. Stop,” she panted, and I instantly stilled before slowly withdrawing my fingers and sliding them between my lips.
Even though I wanted nothing more than to feel her shatter for me again, those words made me halt and anxiously await her next command. For as much as I wanted her at my mercy, she held absolute power over our rendezvous, and I wouldn’t betray her trust.
“I can’t. No more. Please.”
Her eyes sparkled with lust as she struggled to catch her breath, and if she’d used her next exhale to tell me to get the hell out, I wouldn’t regret a second of the time I’d spent bringing her pleasure.
Something about her called to me—something I hadn’t allowed myself to experience in decades—and that feeling was one I’d never regret.
I’d have the worst case of blue balls on this side of the Mississippi, but I’d respect her decision and leave her bedroom without question.
Her eyes glazed over mischievously, and I couldn’t help but allow a sliver of pure happiness to shine through my smile at the thought of her just needing a moment to regulate the amount of oxygen she drew into her lungs.
Summer’s next statement had my heart threatening to crack my ribcage with the force of its incessant beating.
“The next time I come, Maverick, I want you inside me. So, no more. Not until you get down here and fuck me proper.”
Stunned.
Demolished.
And completely hers.