Chapter 31 Maverick #2
She gives a small shake of her head, embarrassed, but smiling. “I’m sorry.”
I lean back in slowly, and when she closes her eyes, I drop another kiss on her soft skin, sliding her pajama shorts down her legs.
When I hear them hit the floor, I let my mouth wander down the lines of her body, somewhere I’ve never been, yet somehow know like the back of my hand.
I press my lips to the gentle slope of her stomach, along the curve of her hip, and then slightly lower.
I can feel her heat against my lips through the last bit of fabric covering her.
I lower myself, desperate for a taste of her, when her hands fall to my shoulders, stopping me again.
I shift up so my arms bracket her, holding myself just above her face but giving us both enough space to breathe. “What’s going on, Chlo?” I ask, sliding a piece of hair out of her face.
“I’m sorry,” she says again, quieter this time. “I’m just a little nervous.”
“What are you nervous about?” My voice drops, hoping to steady her.
She hesitates for a moment, but then she looks at me. “I just—I want to be good for you. I know you’ve done this before, and I’m not a virgin or anything—”
“Don’t tease me,” I interrupt and it’s enough to make her laugh.
Her hands press into my chest, fingers curling like she’s trying to anchor herself with me. “I just know I won’t be able to compare to some of the more experienced women you’ve been with.”
I’ve never bothered fighting my reputation. I’ve worn it because it was easier than explaining myself, but right now, I wish I could tear it apart piece by piece.
“Chloe,” I say, soft but firm. “We could play the comparison game all day. But you’d win every time, because while yes, I have been with other women,” I admit. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
I brush my thumb along her jaw, tipping her face just enough to make sure she sees the honesty in my eyes.
“Now,” I murmur, going back in for the spot on her neck that I can’t seem to get enough of. “Will you let me show you how much I want you?”
Her teeth catch her bottom lip once again, failing to hide her smile, and she nods.
“Good girl.” I bend my arms, aiming to kiss her lips, before I lift at the last second, and kiss her forehead instead.
I stand from the bed and her head turns, tracking me as I move. I finish pulling the tie from my neck and toss the silk fabric onto her chest while I work the buttons of my dress shirt.
“If I asked you to be good for me, how good would you be?”
“Good,” she whispers. “So good.”
A smirk tugs at my mouth as I kneel on the pillows and drag the tie slowly between her breasts.
“I believe you, Chloe.” I thread the fabric through the iron bars, pulling it taught before guiding her hands up, covering hers with mine as I slide them through the loop. “But just so I can show you how badly I want you…” I give the knot a firm tug, then let my fingers trail down her arms.
“No distractions.” I lean in close, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear. She tilts her head toward me instinctively, until we’re cheek to cheek exchanging a breath. I kiss the corner of her lips before standing and making my way to the end of the bed.
Her legs are pressed together, but her focus is all on me.
“Spread your legs.”
The rustle of the sheets sounds impossibly loud in my ears as she parts them, toes pointed slightly. Everything else fades until the only sound I can hear is my own heartbeat blaring between my ears when my eyes land on the wet spot at the center of her underwear.
“Fucking hell, Chloe,” I groan, planting my knee between her legs before she can think to close them again.
“If I checked last night, would I have found you this wet?” I ask, dragging my hand up the length of her leg.
“Yes.”
“You mean to tell me, I let you go home…” I slide my thumb from the top of her mound, down her center, and her mouth parts at the contact. “Soaked.” I hook a finger through the fabric, pressing the pad of my thumb to her swollen clit. “And needy.”
Her breath comes out in shallow pants as she tries to press her legs together but only squeezes the sides of my body.
I take my thumb in my mouth, sucking her arousal off and my cock twitches, begging to be set free.
“Yes. Yes,” she says again, only this time it’s more of a plea.
I move her underwear to the side, letting my fingers hover over her slick cunt, and the sound of her bed rattles as she jerks, pulling on her restraints. I drop my middle two fingers to her opening, teasing her entrance, waiting to see if she’ll ask for it.
“You know, if this was only about payback for last night, I would just eat you out, and give you the orgasm you deserve.” I sink my fingers inside her, stopping at the first knuckle, but the column of her throat works through a thick swallow all the same.
“But more than I’ve thought about your mouth on me…
” I press in further as I lower my mouth.
“I’ve thought about feasting on this perfect pussy of yours. ”
Without warning, I suck her clit into my mouth, her back arches from the bed and a desperate cry tears from her lips.
“Oh, God!”
I keep her hips pinned with one hand while my fingers continue to pump inside her.
Her body starts to tremble beneath me, as I run the flat of my tongue through her center before covering the entirety of her clit, moaning abasing her because I can’t fucking get enough.
Her thighs clench around me and it only fuels me to suck quicker.
My chest vibrates with rumbled moans, while her cries of pleasure fill the otherwise quiet room.
I smile, looking up at her arms pulling against the tie, and slight sheen along her neck where he head is tilted back with her eyes shut.
Her struggle only turns me on more, and I press deeper, my tongue flicking faster as I taste every drop of her need.
“Look at me, Chloe.” My voice comes out like gravel. “I want to see your face when you come on my tongue."
Her chest rises and falls in frantic shallow pants. Her pupils are wide, lips parted, her hair fanned out across the bed, and between the look on her face, and the way my hips are rubbing against the bed, I’m about to come in my pants.
I curl my fingers inside her, picking up the pace with my tongue, licking, flicking, teasing, sucking. I don’t stop until I feel her thighs clench around my shoulders and her hips jerk instinctively against my mouth.
“Maverick!”
Her chest bows forward, but between the tie at her wrist and my hand over her hips, I keep her pinned, driving my tongue and fingers in tandem, ringing out every last drop of her orgasm.
When she’s left panting and unmoving, I place a kiss on her overly sensitive clit, making her jerk, and then I move to hover over her face again.
“And to think that doesn’t even touch the surface of how badly I want you.”