Chapter 9BELLA
Chapter Nine
Maverick and Bella
BELLA
My cheeks are flushed as I look at my reflection in the mirror. It took everything in me not to let him haul me back into bed, but I really want to wow him tonight. I toss my beanie on the floor and comb through my long blond hair.
Grabbing the bag, I start looking through Mav and I’s packed clothes, hoping my friends didn’t disappoint.
I spot the Christmas bag and pull it out.
I peek inside and grin, pulling out the red lingerie.
They definitely did not disappoint. I stare at the one-piece outfit that leaves little to the imagination.
White fur trims the deep V down the front, giving you a sexy Santa feel.
I look in the bag again and see a short red satin robe and my red high heels that Maverick loves so much.
One of the girls must have grabbed them from my closet back home because I didn’t pack them for this trip.
I bounce with excitement as I take off my boots and peel off my fleece-lined leggings and sweater.
Grinning, I stand and look at my reflection in the full-length mirror attached to the back of the door.
Mav is going to love this. The V barely covers the front of my breasts before dipping low below my belly button.
It sits high on my hips with an open back and thong.
Pulling on the robe, I feel something in the pocket and reach inside, revealing a pair of red satin-covered handcuffs with matching white fur.
Laughing, I put them back in my pocket. That has Sophia written all over it.
I brush my teeth real quick before applying some clear lip gloss.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door and step out.
Mav has his back to me, pouring our drinks, and I notice he’s down to his black boxer briefs.
His broad back has a few new tattoos extending past his shoulder now.
Travis has done a beautiful job with his add-ons.
The fireplace flames flicker across his body as my eyes roam over him.
Before we were together, I would fantasize for hours what it would feel like to touch his bare skin…
to be under his body and feel him pressed against me.
Now that I know every inch of him…have tasted every inch of him, it’s still never enough. I can never get enough.
“Were you on the nice or naughty list this year?”
His head whips around to the sound of my voice, and his eyes widen. They roam down my body slowly before coming back up to meet mine. His green eyes blaze with heat, and I feel the flames licking at my skin.
“My thoughts right now are very naughty,” he replies huskily, holding out a wine glass. His eyes stay trained on me as I walk slowly over to him and take it from his outstretched hand. Taking a sip, I feel his eyes watch my throat move.
“Mmmmm.” Enjoying the way he’s looking at me, I reach for a strawberry and take a bite of the sweet fruit. Some juice escapes, and I swipe it with my tongue, taking another bite.
“Do you want a bite? They’re so good.” I hold up the strawberry, and he backs me up until I hit the island. He lifts me on the counter in one easy move and leans forward, caging me in with his lips inches from mine.
“Sure, I’ll take a bite.” His vivid green eyes darken as I lift the red fruit to his lips. He takes a bite, and I swallow hard as he savors the sweetness. When his tongue comes out to swipe his lips, all I can think about is wanting them on me.
His hands slowly skim my bare thighs, and he stops when he feels my pocket. Pulling out the handcuffs, a wicked grin splits his face.
“What do we have here?” He dangles them by his finger close to my face.
“They were in my bag,” I manage to get out.
“You really, really shouldn’t have shown me these.” His eyes gleam with mischief.
“Why?” I swallow down the rush of desire that’s starting to pool between my legs.
“Cause I’m on the naughty list.” His dimples appear as he lifts me up and carries me to the bed.
He lies me down in the middle and straddles me.
He’s straining against his boxers, and I reach for him, wanting to touch him.
He catches my wrists before I can and lifts them above my head.
I hear two clicks before I can even comprehend what’s happening.
I pull on the restraints and realize I’m handcuffed to the wooden bed frame.
“Mav…” He hovers over me with a devilish look on his face.
“I want to touch you.” I pull harder on the handcuffs, hoping they are cheap and will just break.
Dammit Sophia. She, of course, got the real deal.
It was supposed to be him in this metal contraption, not me.
He grins even more when he realizes I’m stuck.
“If you are a good girl, I’ll let you touch what’s yours after I have my fun with you.
” He sits up and fingers the strap on my lingerie.
Tracing the deep V, I feel my nipples harden against the fabric.
“If you could have felt my heart when you walked out in this outfit…it beat so fast, I thought it was the end of me. You have no idea the effect you have on me.” His finger traces around the sides of my breasts, and I automatically arch more into his touch.
“If all I ever got to see for the rest of my life is what is right in front of me, I would die a happy man. You breathe life into me just by looking at me.”
I blink back the tears as his words pour over me, and his hand lovingly roams over my body.
“I want to make you feel everything tonight, Bell. I want you to feel exactly what I feel every time you touch me.” He slides the satin belt off my robe.
“You take over all my senses when you are in the room.” He runs the red fabric through his hand as his voice washes over me.
“I crave the taste of you on my tongue, the touch of your skin against my hand, the sound of your voice sends warmth throughout my body, the smell of you that I instantly want to breathe in…and the sight of you…”
He leans over and covers my eyes with the soft fabric, tying it behind my head. The world goes black, but I can feel his breath close to my lips.
“The sight of you brings me to my knees. In a world full of billions of people, your beauty is all I ever see.” His lips find mine, and I lean up for more.
His tongue invades my mouth, and I moan as the sweet strawberry taste fills my senses.
I feel his teeth bite my lower lip before he’s gone all too soon.
His body is no longer covering me as I hear him get off the bed. Not being able to see puts my body on hyper-alert as I try to figure out what is coming next. My breaths come out fast as I turn my head to the sound in the kitchen.
“If you could see what I see right now,” his low voice breaks the silence. Even though I can’t see him, I feel his eyes on me with every fiber of my being. Goosebumps appear on my skin like a road map to where his eyes burn into me.
“Open your mouth for me.” The sweet taste of the strawberry hits me as I take a bite of the fruit. His tongue licks the juices from the corner of my mouth, sharing the sweetness with me. “So fucking good,” he breathes against my lips.
I feel the air hit my nipples as the fabric is pushed aside, freeing my breasts. He must have taken a bite of a strawberry because he rubs the rest of the uneaten fruit across both my nipples. The cool juice instantly coats them before dripping down and leaving a trail running down my breasts.
His lips are on me in seconds, licking and sucking the sweetness from me.
Moaning from the feel of his lips on me, I strain against the cuffs for something to hold onto.
He pulls back, and I’m panting hard when I feel ice-cold liquid hit my belly.
The sparkling wine pools on my stomach before I feel him suck deep into my core as he drinks from me.
“As much as I love this outfit on you. It’s got to go. I promise to buy you another,” he says, seconds before I hear fabric ripping down the center, and I’m completely exposed to him. He lifts my legs so my heels are digging into the mattress before he spreads me wide.
“Fuck Bell, you are glistening for me,” he rasps out.
I feel his finger swipe down my center and arch my hips with a moan.
His finger touches my mouth before sliding it past my lips.
“Taste what I crave.” I suck his finger hard, causing him to hiss out a breath.
I imagine it’s his cock as I lick and suck every last bit of it clean. “Jesus,” he rasps out.
“Now let me taste what I crave.” A smile plays on my lips as I picture him gripping himself tightly and swiping his tip, coating his finger for me.
I part my mouth and hear him breathing hard as the salty taste hits my taste buds. Moaning, I suck harder, wishing it was something else.
“More,” I whimper. When he doesn’t move, I lift my head toward where I think he’s sitting. “I don’t want your finger this time.”
I hear the intake of his breath and smile when I feel him shift on the bed.
I scoot up further, so I’m leaning more upright against the tall headboard.
His knees sink in on either side of my breasts as I feel his velvet tip touch my lips.
I swipe my tongue out and hear him moan when I greedily suck his arousal off.
Leaning forward as much as I can with the restraints, I take him further into my mouth before pulling back and moving my lips, slowing down the length of him again. His hands dive into my hair, and I moan against his skin as I take him deeper.
“Fuck, Bell, you feel so good wrapped around my cock like this.” He lifts the blindfold off, and I blink as he comes into focus.
His body is straining with each movement as he grips the back of my head tighter.
“Look at how hard I’m fighting to stay in control with you.
” His muscles are taunt and rigid as his head is thrown back.
The jawline I love to trace is clenched tightly as he struggles to constrain himself.
Just knowing I do this to him and watching him struggle to hold on has me lifting my knees and pressing my thighs together. He growls when he notices me trying to lift my hips to alleviate this ache that is growing.
He pulls out and quickly frees my wrists. I immediately run my hands down his hard chest. He’s breathing hard, and sweat has formed on his body as he moves back, grabbing me behind the knees and scooting me down beneath him.
He plunges deep, and I cry out, almost cumming on contact.
“You are so fucking wet. God, you feel so good.” He moves deeper and faster, causing me to arch my back.
“I’m not going to last, Mav,” I rasp out. My body is on the edge of slipping, and I won’t be able to stop it from falling.
“I’ll take that first one now, then.” He pulls back and slams into me as my body explodes around him.
I leave my body as the sensations shoot through me.
“That’s my girl,” I hear in the distance as I squeeze him tightly.
He goes slower into me, savoring the feel of my orgasm’s heartbeat pulsing around him.
The slow movements allow me to catch my breath as I slowly return back to the present.
He leans down and captures his lips with mine.
The kiss is slow and thorough as he takes his time.
With each joining of our bodies, I feel myself come alive again.
I wrap my legs around him, and when my heels hit his back, a deep groan fills his body.
“The red heels…” He moans and goes deeper.
I know they are his favorite on me, especially when I keep them on and put them to good use.
There’s nothing this man loves more than me to mark him as mine.
“Do your worst, baby. I better see you on my skin tomorrow,” he growls against my skin before tugging my nipple hard between his teeth.
I dig into his flesh with my heels, and he moans his approval. Sitting up, he grasps me under the knees and lifts me, shoving a pillow under my lower back, giving him just the angle he wants to dive deep.
He braces himself on the headboard with one hand and fills me hard in one thrust. I arch and dig my heels deeper into his back. Moaning, he goes harder as my fingernails bite into his thighs as I grip him tightly.
“I want you with me this time,” he pants and slams into me again. “Give me one more, my beautiful Bell.” He reaches down and rubs my clit, making my body ignite. The harder he fills me, the harder he presses into my swollen bud.
“Oh God,” I moan as I use my heels to lift myself even higher, meeting his thrust and digging into him even deeper.
“Fuuuck,” he growls deeply as my body starts to fall.
His name leaves my lips on a cry as our bodies fall together.
I’m flooded with warmth as he releases inside me.
My body trembles from the strength of the orgasm as he slowly releases his grip on the headboard, and I unwind my legs from his waist.
He kisses me gently before slowly rolling me over so I’m lying on his chest. I snuggle up against him and hear his heartbeat beating fast against my ear.
“That was…” he looks up at the stars and struggles for the words.
“It was just…us,” I sigh and follow his gaze to the night sky.
“Yeah, it was just us.” We sit there in silence, watching the stars until our eyes can no longer stay open. I fall into a deep sleep, listening to his heartbeat as it syncs with mine.