53. Clara #2
I step out of his hold and walk backwards without breaking eye contact.
When I hit the kitchen island, I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, letting it fall to the floor.
My fingers hook into the waistband of my biker shorts, and I watch Maverick’s composure break—his lip caught between his teeth, his hands clenched at his sides.
He lets out a groan when I slide my shorts and panties down, stepping out of them and kicking them off to the side.
“What are you waiting for, my love?” I challenge, standing there in nothing but a sports bra. By the time I pull it off and add it to the pile of clothes at my feet, he’s right there in front of me, cupping my breasts.
“Fuck.” His strong fingers pinch and roll my nipples—the feel of his calloused skin on mine an accelerant to the fire burning within me.
When I gasp and arch into him, he traces his lips down my chest, taking a nipple into his mouth.
He nips and tugs the sensitive flesh with his teeth before lavishing the sharp bite of pain with his tongue.
I thread my fingers through his dark hair, drawing him into me while he lathers the same attention to each breast.
Maverick kisses and licks a path up my neck, tracing my jawline until he reaches my mouth.
He claims my lips without hesitation, seeking to conquer and devour me whole.
Sliding a hand in my hair, he tightens his grip and guides my head exactly where he wants it, deepening the kiss with the slide of his tongue.
It’s desperate and all-consuming, composed of weeks of pent-up desire and need.
I moan into his mouth when I feel his hand travel past my navel to the apex of my thighs. I’m so desperate for this man, there’s no hiding how wet I am. A guttural groan leaves him when his fingers reach my soaked sex, teasing my clit.
“Maverick, please ,” I beg.
“You’re so wet, baby.” He licks the seam of my lower lip until I open for him. The moment his tongue slides into my mouth, he thrusts two fingers into me.
I cry out, hooking a leg around his waist, wanting—needing—more. My hands fall from his hair and reach for his sweatpants, diving inside and wrapping around his thick, hard cock.
He thrusts into my hand, a low groan rumbling from his chest. “God, I fucking missed you, baby,” he murmurs into my skin.
“I need you,” I breathe, my chest heaving. I bury my face in his neck, grazing my teeth against his skin. “Need you now. Need to feel you inside me.”
His fingers curve inside me just right, and I ride his hand, my hips matching his rhythm—seeking, chasing. But just when I’m about to shatter around him, he withdraws, drawing sounds of protest from me.
“Fuck, sunshine. When you come, it’s going to be around my cock.” He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. “I never want to forget what you taste like again,” he says, his voice deep and rough.
Maverick reaches behind him and rips off his shirt before shoving his sweatpants down. My body is trembling from being brought so close to orgasm, and I squeeze my thighs together when my gaze lands on his weeping cock, needing more friction.
“You need me, baby?” he asks as he grips the backs of my thighs, hoisting me up and setting me on the kitchen island .
Holding his gaze, I lean back on my hands and spread my thighs. “Show me, Maverick.”
He wastes no more time and steps between my legs, locking them around his waist. He lines himself up, grips my hips, and drives forward, pulling me down and entering me in one hard stroke.
“Maverick!” I scream. The force of his thrust pushes me up the counter, but he anchors me to him—his hands tight on my hips.
“Goddamn, sunshine,” he groans. “Feel me, baby.” He strokes a thumb over my clit, not giving me time to adjust before he slides out and thrusts back in—deeper and harder. “Do you feel how much I fucking want you? How much I fucking need you?”
“Yes!” I cry out, digging my fingers into his shoulders. It’s all I can do to hold on as he slams into me, stealing the air from my lungs and overwhelming my body with pleasure. “I feel you—you feel so good.”
“Look at me,” he commands. “Look at what you do to me.” He glances down between us, and I follow his gaze to where he disappears into my body. “You stretch around me so fucking beautifully. Take it, baby.”
“Please,” I beg. I don’t even know what I’m begging for—I just know that I need him. I need him everywhere, in every part of me. I’m on the cusp of an intense orgasm, yet somehow I’m desperate for more. My legs tighten around his hips, urging him deeper.
“I got you, baby.” Maverick dips his head and nips my neck, forcing me to arch my back. Picking up his pace, he pistons deeper, lifting my hips and slamming me down with each thrust.
My mouth falls open on a silent scream when my orgasm hits me, waves of pleasure crashing into my body as I come around him.
“Fuck yes,” he breathes. “Your pussy’s squeezing me so tight. That’s it, baby.” He drops his head onto my shoulder, groaning long and loud, his thrusts slowing to shallow strokes as he comes inside me.
“I love you so much,” I whisper, panting and breathless. I run my hands up his arms and thread my fingers through his hair.
Maverick turns his head just enough to kiss my neck and speak into my skin. “I love you, sunshine. But I’m not done with you yet.”
Before I have a chance to respond—before his words even register—he captures my nipple in his mouth, teasing the peak with his tongue and teeth.
My moan turns into a hiss when he withdraws. He pulls me from the counter and situates my body, bending me over. My legs tremble as he lines himself up and thrusts in. I curse, the angle making it seem like he’s so much bigger.
“Tilt your ass back, baby.” Maverick surges deeper, banding his arm beneath my breasts, bringing my back to his chest. “Just like that.” His fingers resume their assault on my clit, pinching and soothing, making the sounds coming out of my mouth ones I don’t recognize.
I stand on my toes and push back to meet his thrusts, crying his name. The orgasm blindsides me, building so quickly it makes my vision blur. Maverick groans, hissing as he grinds his cock into me. “God, baby. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He brings his hand up and settles it on my throat, encouraging me to turn my head so he can seal his mouth to mine. “Jesus, Clara. Is this what you needed?” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust. “You know I’ll always give you what you need.”
“Maverick! It’s too much.” My body is trembling, strung out on the pleasure he’s giving me. My legs give out, but he takes my weight, bending me at the waist and driving into me in earnest.
“You can take it, sunshine. I’m going to show you at least one more time just how much I fucking love you.”
This. This is what we needed. To come together and feel. To connect. To let go.