Chapter 25
Twenty-five
Mabel
Ifeel the dampness in between my legs as I rub my pussy along Maverick’s shaft in his jeans, my thong becoming stickier the longer I lay in this position.
I’m desperate to get his denim jeans off.
I’m desperate to feel him inside of me again.
I’m just fucking desperate, for him.
As I watch his face coming closer to mine after I shared my pain with him, I knew in this moment, there’s no point in fighting this, anymore.
I don’t want to fight this anymore.
I can’t fight this anymore.
It’s going to happen regardless of whether I have my answers or not. I just have to believe that Maverick will tell me when he’s ready to do so.
I have to believe there’s a good enough reason as to why.
Laying under Maverick, trying so hard to deepen the kiss. My body’s on fire.
I haven’t felt like this since before he left.
He’s still got the same effect on me; even after all this time apart.
Even after all these years.
Maverick pulls away from our kiss, and a whimper escapes at the loss of contact with him.
“Mabel, we don’t have to do this,” he says, breathless.
I know he’s trying to protect me, but what he doesn’t realise is that I’ve waited years for this, to feel this heat again when I’m with him.
“Mav...” I moan. “Please, I want you,” I beg.
“Fuck,” he groans, once again pushing his face to mine.
Dancing my tongue along his, my fingers find their way to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one, before his shirt opens and I place my hands along his rock-hard stomach.
Maverick’s hand moves from cupping my cheek, down to my blouse that I’d been sporting for the day, his hand roaming up my stomach, straight towards my breast.
I flinch at the contact, and he notices.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he whispers, between kisses along my neck.
“Noth- nothing.” I stutter, smiling weakly at him.
He continues down my neck, kissing along my collarbone. “That ain’t nothin’, baby, you never used to flinch when I touched you,” he says, his lips still traveling south.
I let out a staggered breath. “It’s- it’s my stomach.”
Maverick moves his head back to look at me, his hand still touching the one place I feel most self-conscious.
“What about it?” he asks, eyes lock on mine.
“Uhm... Ellie sort of stretched it out,” I offer, trying to make light of the situation.
“And?” he asks, completely unfazed by my own issues.
“I have marks,” I start before my top’s being lifted and the worst part of me on full display in front of the man that’s haunted my dreams and is now laying on top of me.
I watch Maverick looking down at my stomach, mom pouch out for anyone to see, stretch marks staring back at him.
“These” kiss, “Are” kiss, “The” kiss, “Most” nip, “Sexiest” kiss, “things” another nip, his eyes meet mine, “I have ever seen.”
One more kiss along my biggest stretch mark.
I look down at the man who is worshipping my flaws, and I feel the love between us rushing back.
“Never say you hate parts of yourself-” he leans his chin against my abdomen. “Because to me, you are perfect, Firefly.” He whispers into my face and a tear slides down my cheek at the attentiveness of this man.
Another kiss, just on top of where my denim shorts sit.
“Now, let’s see my perfect little pussy again,” he growls, and before I can take in what he said, he is pulling my shorts off without effort; my soaking wet thong now on full display. “Maverick!” I squeal, crossing my legs.
“Don’t you dare hide away from me, Firefly,” he says, pushing my legs back open. “Now, I’m about to devour my favourite meal, one I’ve waited thirteen years for, and no one but God himself, is going to stop me.”
Suddenly, Maverick’s mouth’s on my clit, licking and sucking like this was the first sip of water he’s had in the dessert for weeks.
I tighten my grip on the blanket, my back arching up at the sensation of him being in between my thighs. It’s like the drug I’d been craving.
“Yes,” I moan, not even worrying about the noises that are coming out of me.
Maverick plunges two fingers into me, moving them in and out as he sucks and licks up my slit.
“There’s my good girl. You gonna fall apart for me, baby?” he asks, before adding in a third finger and I cry out.
“Please, Mav,” I manage out, the sensation building. Finally, his accent is coming back, the southern twang hinting back into his voice; this being what tips me to the point of no return.
With another flick of his tongue against my slit, I come apart, my legs shaking so hard, the field surrounding us being filled with my screams. Maverick holds onto my thighs whilst I ride out my orgasm against his tongue.
“That’s my girl,” he winks at me, moving his head away from my throbbing clit and back up towards me, given me another earth-shattering kiss, his beard still soaking wet from my orgasm.
“Holy fucking shit,” is all I manage to get out as I try to control my breathing.
The man in front of me isn’t even trying to hide the shit-eating grin on his face as he’d just single handedly given me the most powerful orgasm not even my vibrating boyfriend could’ve give me, all with his tongue and fingers.
Man, did he get a lot better at that.
I sit up, using my hands to arch myself forward to meet him face to face, my eyes diverting down to his erection that I see struggling in his jeans.
I move my hand towards his area, before feeling his hand around my wrist. I whimper, knowing he’s trying to stop me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, still hungry for more.
He smirks back at me. “Not tonight, Firefly.”
I can feel the pout spread across my face which makes him laugh; truly laugh. I haven’t heard that sound for what felt like forever.
“We’ve had a lot to drink today-” he starts, moving my hands down to button back up his shirt. “And when I finally get to have you, I don’t want any regrets.” I groan, towards the notion.
“Because when I fuck and make love to my perfect little pussy,” he leans his face inches away from mine. “I’ll never let it go again.” I exhale sharply, hoping that he means that he’ll never be letting me go again.