CHAPTER 4 Maverick #2
We stare at each other for a moment. I take in her soft, full lips, sharp jaw, and high cheekbones. I move my hand to grip her hip. She shifts her weight to her other foot away from my hand.
“I don’t hook up on the first night. That’s not what I’m looking for. I don’t know what this is because you’re going home and I don't know if I'm staying, but I’m not a hit it and quit it type,” she says.
“Another honest moment,” I take a breath, “this feels like something real. You might be the first real thing I’ve ever had my hands on.” I mean it too. It’s not just a line to get her on her back.
She takes it in. Leans her forehead on my chest and just stands there a minute with her hands on my waist. I’m still gripping the sink ledge when she looks up to me with those sky blue eyes.
“It feels like something,” I say to her. Charlotte looks optimistic. Her face has a brightness to it. “I think you’re one of the most beautiful souls on the planet. The outside, the packaging, is a perk, but who you are inside, you’re extraordinary.”
She continues, “If we do this, just promise me one thing: not to make it a one and done thing.”
I know what she’s asking, and maybe for the first time, there’s a reason for me to come back home more often.
I look down into her eyes, taking in their deep blue depths.
I nod. “I understand what you’re saying.
I feel like I was meant to come back and find you.
” I lift her by her waist to the counter.
“But I can’t guarantee that long term I’ll be anything but bad for you. I’m still working on pieces of me.”
“I’ve got demons too. Things that I am too afraid to see in the mirror. I’m not asking for forever from a man I just met, but I believe things and people come into your life for a reason. I don’t know what that reason is yet, but I’d like to find out and see where this takes us.”
“Yeah, I’m on board for that,” I agree.
I slide my hands slowly up from her slender waist up to her ribs and back down as I lean in and take her mouth with mine in a soft, exploring kiss.
She opens for me and deepens the kiss. Her legs that were bracketing my body are now wrapped around me, pulling me closer to her.
I bring my hands to her hips and ass and squeeze. She makes a little squeak.
Oh.
She likes that. I do it again and grip her hips harder, and she moans louder.
I’m going to love peeling back every single layer of this woman and finding out what she likes, what she wants.
I've enjoyed the darker, more rough side of sex, and fuck if I wouldn't love to tie her up, but I want to live in this moment with her.
“You feel so good.” I say as I break our kiss. Her skin is so smooth, but I start to feel goosebumps as I trail my fingers up her spine and grip her neck to expose it to me.
“God, it’s been forever since anyone has touched me,” she replies.
I move my mouth to her ear and suck the tip into my mouth and earn a little breathy moan.
“Maverick, that feels good.”
She’s greedy and I haven’t even touched her properly. I move my kisses down the column of her throat, and when I get to where her neck and shoulders meet, I give her a little bite. Not enough to leave a mark but enough to get her attention.
She cries out, “Oh!”
I think, not yet, but you’ll be giving me a proper “Oh,” soon. Her hands are tangled in my hair, and she’s giving just the slightest little tug. There she is.
I straighten as I move my hands behind her back and start to undo her top.
It's is held together by a bow style that comes undone with just a little tug. This thing stayed on while she rode Brutus? The silken straps loosen and without breaking eye contact, I slide the straps down her arms and let the top fall to her lap and put it on the counter. I’m just a man, I look down to the most exquisite breasts I’ve ever seen.
When I drag my gaze to her eyes, she’s watching me. I move my hands to cup her neck and bring her to kiss me. With the backs of my hands, I graze my knuckles down her front and over her tight nipples then cup her full breasts. Their full weight in my palms push out with every big breath she takes.
I run my thumb around the dusky pink, pebbled peak and take the other in my mouth and suck, and graze with just a little teeth. I think she was into it when I bit down on her neck. This is just to test it out.
Going into this situation without any type of alcohol is certainly a different type of experience. To be fully present with a lover, particularly someone like Charlotte, is new for me. I hope to God this is just the first of many times I get to have her like this.
She’s trailing her fingers through my hair. I give her nipple a little bite, then flick with my tongue to soften the sting. She moans louder. When I move my mouth to her other breast and flick my tongue across it, I pinch her other nipple ever so lightly and roll it between my thumb and forefinger.
“Yes, just like that. I like that,” she says breathily, and my cock, which was already hard, goes into steel mode.
I pull back a bit and straighten. Looking at her, I ask, “Do you like a bit of pleasure and pain, sweetheart?”
Her face instantly heats and goes red, then looks down and away from me. Almost as if she’s ashamed to admit what she likes in bed. “None of that now. This works if you’re honest with me,” I say.
I grab her chin with my thumb and forefinger and make her look at me. “I will never, ever make you feel ashamed for telling me what makes you feel good. What makes you feel empowered. Or for telling me what your nastiest fantasies are. Now, tell me, what do you like?”
A heartbeat, then two.
I think she’s not going to respond when she says, “I do like it a bit rough. But whenever I tried to introduce new things—oils or toys—in the bedroom to spice it up a bit, the guys in my past were never into it.”
I drop my hand from her face to the tops of her thighs. I’m a bit shocked that any man would deny her anything—especially pleasure.
“Boys are afraid of toys and 'new things' that make them feel inferior. Men understand that toys, they’re our best wingmen. I’m not intimidated by silicone as long as I’m the one that gets to watch you play or lend a helping hand.”
“Unfortunately, that’s never been my experience,” she confesses, looking more than a little dejected.
“We can change that. We can do whatever you like, however you’d like.”
She pauses for a few breaths. “I have a few things I’d like to try upstairs,” she says much more confidently.
I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of things she’d like to try, but I’ll give her whatever she wants tonight. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but this primal beast that’s been dormant in me for so long starts to come to the surface and wants to claim her.
“Help me out of these?”
I try to feel around for the zipper of her pants. I give a little tug and nope, those aren’t pull-ons. She giggles. “It’s invisible.” She hops down and brings my hand to her hip. “You see, it’s just here.”
“I never would have found that. I would have sooner cut your pants off.”
“These are kind of irreplaceable. So, I would appreciate it if you just slid the zipper down carefully and save the scissors for another day.” She gives a coy grin and helps me take her pants down. She’s bolder from where we were just a few minutes ago.
She wiggles her hips a bit, and the fringes swish as she pushes them off. I'm mesmerized by the back and forth movement, like a snake caught in trance, but as soon as the pants make it past her hips, my eyes latch on to the slightest sliver of white lace peeking from under the waistband.
I snap my hands to hers. “Let me.”
I lower myself slowly, settling down onto my heels and look up at Charlotte.
I gently reach my hands out and pull her pants unhurriedly down her legs, my eyes watching a trail of goosebumps raise from her skin where my fingers graze.
She watches me and looks like she knows she has the power here.
I’m practically on my knees for her. I help her step out of her pants and lift her foot to rest on my knee.
I kiss the inside of her knee, dragging my nose and lips along her skin, up her inner thigh.
I inhale her scent and place another kiss on her lace-covered pussy.
“Maverick,” she says, as a warning or a plea, I’m not sure.
I place her foot down and stand up. I’ll let her decide how far she wants to take this tonight. “You seem awfully overdressed,” she says and she reaches for the top button of my shirt. With steady hands, she unbuttons the first few.
After the third button, I put my hand on hers and say, “This can be just about you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
She continues to unbutton my chambray shirt.
When she reaches the bottom button, it’s my turn to watch her appreciate my hours in the gym and on the slopes.
I’m not a big and bulky gym bro, but I am toned and sculpted after years and years of training.
Her hot gaze lingers on my lower abdomen, and then she sweeps her eyes up my chest as she pushes the shirt off my shoulders.
I let it fall to the floor.
Finally, looking up to my eyes, she says, “I appreciate that, but I like giving too.”
Then she slides her hand to my dick strained in the denim. When she feels my cock, she gives an appreciative smile. Damn, if that’s not kryptonite. I’m blessed in that department, but I never want to push a woman into something she's not comfortable with, unless that's what she asks for.
She’s naked except for her white, lace, cheeky panties. I look at her body, admiring the magnificent curves and planes. And, if I’m honest, I feel like I can see past her skin, down into her soul. It’s kind of terrifying, in a wondrous way.