Chapter Eight
~Violet~
Sun shining on the side of my face pulls me out of the deepest sleep I’ve had in a long time.
No amount of yoga or stretching can mimic the amazing wonder of orgasms, especially ones given by Maverick.
The man is a machine. After our first time together, he woke me up twice more in the middle of the night.
“I need you, little flower,” he would whisper to me so sweetly before we’d make love again. A grin pulls across my face as I remember the way he would move inside me, making me feel pleasure I had only dreamed about.
Watching his handsome face as he hovered above me was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I am so happy that I’ll be seeing it again for the rest of my life.
It hasn’t been said officially, but I just know that we’re going to make a real go of it together.
There is no way I am letting go of such a strong, sweet, caring man.
That same man is currently snoozing beside me, dead to the world as he lays flat on his back, one arm slung over me as I rest on his chest. Staring at all his hard muscles and golden skin has me aching again already, and I wonder if I will ever reach a point where I am satisfied.
I sure hope not because being with my cowboy is way more fun than anything else I have ever experienced. My eyes roam over his chest and down his stomach, widening when I get to the tented sheet just below his waist. It seems not all of him is sleeping.
Planning on giving him the best wake-up he’s ever received, I carefully scoot out from under his arm and slide my way down his body, moving the sheet out of the way so I can get up close and personal with his cock.
I don’t normally consider this particular part of the male anatomy to be aesthetically pleasing.
It’s always been more functional than anything else, but Mav’s dick has to be the prettiest one I have ever seen.
Smooth, long, and wonderfully thick, his cock stands proudly as I trace the veins bulging under his skin with my eyes. Soon enough, I’ll be tracing them with my tongue. My mouth is watering with the anticipation of tasting him, so much so that I can’t wait any longer.
With one long swipe of my tongue, I lick him from root to tip.
His dick twitches and Mav let’s out a sleepy groan, both of which egg me on and I repeat the action before bobbing my head over the top to start sucking away.
He tastes salty and I enjoy the weight of him on my tongue as I continue to lick and suck with my mouth, playing with his balls with one hand while stroking him with the other.
There is no way I’ll be able to take him all with my mouth today, but as I said last night, I like a challenge and if I have to do this every day to work up to it, all the better.
“Fuck,” Mav says, his voice raspy from sleep. He reaches down and cups my cheek as I move up and down his hardness. “You like having my dick in your mouth, little flower?”
I nod and moan, feeling him twitch in my mouth once again as the vibrations get him closer. “Yea, you do. Couldn’t even wait until I was awake to take me in that pretty little mouth of yours could you?”
I shake my head and continue to work him over, hollowing my cheeks and sucking as hard as I can. His cock is so hard, and he’s panting like he’s sprinting in the dead of summer, so I am sure he’s going to blow soon.
I speed up my hand, but before I can do much else, he’s pulling me off and up to his face, kissing me hard as I scramble to get back to what I was doing. Finally, I manage to pull back. “Why’d you stop me?” I ask, a slight pout on my face. “I was having fun.”
Mav huffs a breath and raises a brow. “You think I wasn’t?
Honey, I was so close I almost came down your throat,” he says as if that’s a bad thing.
One of his hands snakes down my back and dips into the hole that’s already hot and ready for him.
“I’m not wasting a drop until I know you’re pregnant. ”
He withdraws his fingers as I whimper in protest, only to suck them clean with a wide smile on his face. “Mmm…you’ve had your breakfast, now it’s time for mine.” He squeezes my ass cheeks and pulls me up. “Ride my face, little flower.”
I straddle his face and grip onto the wooden headboard to balance. “Are you su-” My words are cut off by Mav pulling me down over his mouth and gorging on my pussy lips. I cry out before I start moving my hips along with the rhythm of his tongue.
He’s relentless, devouring me in a way no man ever has or ever will because I am all his. Mav owns me body and soul, and he’s proving it with the way he’s playing my body like a fine tuned instrument after only one day.
Once he adds a few fingers, I’m done for. My legs tremble as he sucks on my clit, causing me to cry out as I tumble over the edge of desire. Sparks fly through my body and shine behind my eyelids, but Mav doesn’t stop.
He keeps going, lightly swatting my behind to get me moving again. Another, more intense orgasm hits me almost immediately, and I have to hold onto the headboard for dear life because it feels like my soul has left my body entirely. “I-I..” I pant out. “I can’t….no more.”
Mav scoots out from underneath me and wraps his arms around me from behind. I can feel his dick against my ass, wanting to push its way into me again. “You can, little flower,” he says as he gently kisses my cheek. “You’re the strongest woman I know. You can take it.”
My mind isn’t so sure, but she’s not in charge right now. My ass wiggles and my hips pop back as I feel him line up behind me. “Do it,” I tell him, and he does, slamming his cock into me so hard the headboard slams against the wall.
“Fuck. Love the way you take me, little flower,” Mav says, thrusting in and out of my pussy with all the force a man of his size has. My hips push back against each movement, wanting to take in as much of him as possible.
“Damn. Look at this pussy, trying to suck me in further when I’m already in as far as I can go. Don’t worry, we’ll try ever angle until we discover just how deep I can get.”
Mav continues to thrust, gripping my hips so hard I am sure to be bruised tomorrow, but I’m feeling so much pleasure I don’t care at all. When he moves his two hands up to my breasts and starts tweaking my nipples, I know it’s only a matter of seconds before I come again.
“So close,” I breathe out, placing my hands over his as he squeezes my breasts.
I slide one of his hands south and after a moment of him rubbing my clit, there I am again.
Stars behind my eyes and a buzzing in my ears are the only indication my mind is still online, everything else is just sensation, just absolute ecstasy running through my veins.
“Love you so. Fucking. Much,” Mav calls out just before he spills inside me. His movements slow, but he doesn’t slip out. Instead, he pulls me back to rest against his chest and brushes my sweaty hair away from my face. “Gonna give you a minute or two to rest, then we’re going again.”
“Again?” I ask, feeling his still hard dick kick inside me. I’m sure my body is worn out, but I am too turned on to notice.
“I’ve been hard for you for two weeks, little flower. You okay making up for lost time?”
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I push my hips back against him and claim his mouth for a kiss, letting him know exactly how okay with that I am.
***
It took us a while, a long while, but Mav and I finally managed to leave the bedroom in time for lunch.
There were a lot of smirks and knowing looks from the others around the table, but it was hard to be ashamed of the fact that everyone knew what we were up to when I was just so damn happy.
I did, however, make a little promise to myself to try to be quieter, at least as much as I could.
It’s hard not to shout when your body is receiving the best treatment of its entire life.
After lunch, we adjourned back into the bedroom, not making it down in time for dinner, so Mav packed up a couple of sandwiches and water bottles for our evening picnic.
This time, he vowed that we would make it out of the house to stargaze, no matter how much I tried to coax him back into bed.
I never imagined that I would ever be able to describe myself as insatiable, but that’s what I am with him.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go back inside?” I ask as we walk hand in hand out to the small hill. I peek over at Mav who insisted on carrying both the picnic basket and the blanket himself, and he shoots me a lovingly exasperated look.
“Trust me, little flower. Being inside with you is where I would happily spend the rest of my life,” he says, his eyes sparkling. “But that’s not exactly practical and this is important.”
“Okay,” I say, with a mock pout as I take the blanket from him and spread it out over the grass. “I guess we’ll just have to spend the whole day in bed tomorrow.”
Mav chuckles and helps me down on the blanket. “You’ll get no argument from me about that,” he says, opening the picnic basket and passing over a sandwich.
As we eat, we just stare at one another, enjoying the quiet sounds of nature and the beauty of the night sky.
Every now and then, Mav will point out a constellation to me and he’ll tell me the myth that goes along with it.
After he tells me the story of Andromeda and Perseus, the two lovers forever immortalized in the stars, he grabs a hold of my hand and peers into my eyes.
“A love like that is something I always wanted but never thought I would have,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. “Not until you came along.”
I smile and nod. “I know what you mean,” I say, scooting closer to where he’s sitting. “I never thought I could have someone like you.” Cupping his face, I lean in and kiss the scars on his cheek. “You are the most amazing man I have ever known, Maverick Landry.”
He smiles and it’s brighter than any star in the sky.
“Thank you, little flower. You are more than amazing. You see past what others don’t.
You see the real me and I am so glad of it that I can’t wait another moment without making you mine permanently,” he says, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket and kneeling up on one knee.
“I don’t have a lot of fancy words, the kinds of words that you deserve, but I love you, Violet. I will love you forever and I will do everything in my power to make sure you are always happy.” He opens the box to reveal a diamond ring. “Will you marry me?”
Moisture gathers in my eyes from all the happiness I am experiencing in this moment. “Of course I’ll marry you,” I say, launching myself at him and toppling him to the ground. “I love you.” I pepper his face with kisses until he rolls us over and he’s hovering above me.
After he’s slipped the ring on my finger, he leans down and takes my mouth in a passionate kiss. “I’m so glad we found each other.”
“Me too,” I tell him with a smile. I never would have thought that being a mail order bride would work out for me, but it has. My life has worked out in the most spectacular way possible, and it’s only the beginning.