Chapter 31
Thirty-one
Mabel
Iknew that would make him feel better, and more importantly, calmer. Although the size of his length took me by surprise, causing my pussy to throb.
I should have known though, I’ve felt it trying to break free from his jeans anytime his body comes close to mine. Every time he kisses me and pulls me close to him.
Mav pulls me up and sits me back on his lap, another wave of calm sweeps over me. This is how it should’ve always been; us, on this porch.
Finally, after all this time, it is.
He tilts my chin to face him and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. He looks calmer, more satisfied. That’s one way to bring the man out of a panic attack.
With one swift move, I’m up in the air, Mav’s hands over my ass, holding me into position so I don’t fall. I wrap my legs around him for extra support.
“Mav!” I squeal at him, throwing my head back in a laugh at the man before me.
“My turn, Firefly.” he winks at me, before walking us into my house.
I’d built this house exactly how we always described out in our field.
The only difference was there’s only two bedrooms. There was always no point in building four when it looked like he’d never come back, I’d never have guessed this would be happening right now.
If you asked me last month if this would be happening, I’d have told you to go get checked into the psych ward.
Maverick stops with me still in his arms, looking down the hall, a confused look etched across his face.
“My bedrooms that one,” I say tilting my head in the direction of my room at the end of the hall.
“Gotcha.” He winks at me as he starts walking towards my bedroom door.
Reaching the door, I move to get down, but Maverick has a death grip on me. “No, you don’t,” he says as he rearranges his arm to keep me held up as he turns the knob on the door, opening it easily.
I keep my grip tightly around his neck as he walks into my bedroom; my safe space.
Never taking his eyes off mine as he walks us over my bed and gently lays me down onto the four-poster wooden queen-size.
“Nice room, Firefly,” he says, hovering above me, taking in my safe space around us.
“Thanks.” I say shyly, the realization sinking in that the man who’s haunted my life is in it.
Maverick hovers over me, as I push myself forward, leaning on my elbows to get a better look at him in the dark room, the only light creeping in through the window from the clear night and stars shining through.
I notice his boyish grin through the darkness as he runs his hand through his hair, and the heat rising within me once again.
“Come here,” I whisper, grabbing onto his shirt pulling him closer to me, my legs already spread awaiting for him to lay on top of me.
Maverick follows my lead by taking a step closer to me and takes my face in his hands.
“You’re as beautiful as the day I last saw you,” he whispers out with heavy breath, holding onto my cheeks as I feel the tears roll down at his touch.
I know he doesn’t mean when he saw me yesterday, I know he means the day that he left.
Maverick swipes his thumb over my cheek, catching a fallen tear. “Why you crying, pretty girl?” he asks.
I let out a choked sob, “Just this, us,” I say, but I look up into his eyes and smile, leaning my face into his cupped hand.
All I feel is comfort in his touch.
Maverick leans down and moves his knee in between my spread legs, leaning his weight onto his knee and starts to climb up me. I follow his lead and lay back down until he’s above me, never taking his eyes off mine as he holds his weight onto his hands that are now next to my head on my bed.
“I’m never leaving again, Firefly,” he says as he nudges my nose with his and places a gentle kiss on my lips which I gladly return.
“You promise?” I ask.
He smirks at me. “I promise, baby,” he whispers before smashing his lips onto mine.
Even though Mav left, we never broke a promise to each other. That was our own sanctuary of comfort. However now, with all the past and destruction behind us, we need that with us.
I need that.
Because if he leaves again, I won’t be able to pull myself back up again; I didn’t really do it the first time.
Because now I’m so in-love with him.
Not that I ever fell out of it, but I’ve always been in-love with the boy that left. Now I’m in-love with the man who’s trying so hard to bare his soul to me, to make me feel better and to prove to me and my daughter that he isn’t leaving.
He’s not going anywhere.
He wants this.
He wants us.
I wrap my legs around his waist and try to move my hips under him, meeting his once again rock-hard cock through his jeans.
The memory of his length in my mouth comes back to me and my mouth waters.
Meeting my hips, Maverick thrusts into me as he caresses my hip, moving his hand under my t-shirt and up to my breasts.
“I’ve missed these,” he growls, placing his roaming hand over my left breast. My nipples harden at the touch, and I arch my back in pleasure.
“This needs to be gone,” he growls once again as he lifts himself off of the bed and rips my shirt clean open, exposing my naked breasts.
“Mav,” I moan, luckily it was an old t-shirt I had on. In this moment, I couldn’t have given a shit if it cost three-thousand dollars.
Maverick gets close to me yet again, but instead of meeting my swollen lips, he licks straight down my neck and kisses my collarbone.
The kiss is gentle, however there is hunger behind it. “Did you breastfeed with these?” he asks in-between kissing my chest.
“For a while,” I reply shyly. I’m taken back by his question. “I can tell, they got bigger,” and with that he takes my breast and sucks my nipple hard into his mouth. My head throws back from the sensation of having his mouth on them again.
My toes curl as he continues to suck and flick my nipple with his tongue. Moving over to my other breast I almost feel like I could combust from the feeling. I move my hips to brush my clit along his length, and a deep moan follows.
“Needy girl, so ready for me,” he breathes out, letting go of my nipple from his mouth.
“Please, Mav,” I beg, rubbing my pussy against his jeans. I’m unashamedly desperate for him.
“Good job, I’m starving,” he winks at me, pushing himself of me and takes his shirt off.
Rock hard abs follow, and I just have to touch them. Tracing my fingers up his body I spot a tattoo in the moonlight. It’s shadow creeping over his heart.
“What’s this?” I ask, sitting up from my position to try and get a better look.
On his heart, is the outline of a Firefly.
I gasp as I touch the tattoo, looking deep into his soul from his eyes. “My hearts always belonged to you,” he manages out, before I take his face in both my hands and kiss him so deeply, that I’m scared to come up for air.
Because I don’t ever want this moment to end.
This man has forever etched me onto his skin, even though he never knew anything about me since he went.
He still done it.
I take the remains of my ripped t-shirt off and throw it across the room, not even bothering to look where it went.
Maverick pulls away from our kiss, hands flying towards my pyjama shorts that I’m sporting. With one swift move I’m laying back on the bed giggling as he takes them from my ass, over my legs and throws them away.
My throbbing pussy on full display before him.
I should feel vulnerable, but I don’t.
Maverick looks down at me and licks his lips at the sight.
I feel sexy and powerful under this man’s view.
I watch Maverick take his jeans and boxers down, letting his cock once again spring free.
This time, I lick my lips. Fully naked in the darkness, this man’s a fine specimen, and he’s mine.
“Open wide, baby, I told you I’m hungry,” he says before burying his face in-between my thighs and feasts on my pussy once again.
Holy shit.
My hips buck at the tenderness of his tongue gliding up my slit and I let out a satisfied moan.
I look down to where Maverick is tasting every inch of my clit, when I see his hand move and suddenly, I feel his fingers inside of me, moving in and out at an erratic pace.
“Mav, please,” I beg once again, unable to find any other words at the man who was bringing my release closer with every passing second.
Picking up the pace with his tongue on my clit, I feel my orgasm climbing to its peak. I grab onto Maverick’s hair as his tongue goes deeper into me. My orgasm explodes and I scream out in pleasure, gripping tighter onto his hair, almost ripping some out.
Maverick pulls back as my orgasm finishes, and I come back down to earth.
Breathless, I watch him in the dark remove his fingers from inside me and bring them up to his mouth, sucking on the two that he used.
“Delicious,” he winks at me, and I let out a long breath.
Oh my God.
Mav moves back up towards me and leans into me, kissing me hard once again. I taste myself on his lips.
His cock rubbing across my slit, making the heat rise back up and the hunger I have for him returns. I move my hips to feel him more. “Firefly, are you sure?” he asks, pulling away from our kiss.
“Yes,” I moan in his ear.
I feel like that once horny teenager, waiting all that time just to have this moment with him and feel him against my skin.
“Do you have a condom?” he asks, once again sucking on my neck.
“I have an IUD,” I blurt, and he looks at me and smiles his typical boyish grin.
“I’m clean,” he offers.
“I believe you.” I breathe, before pulling his face back down to mine.
I move my hand down from his face and down to his rock-hard cock. Guiding it to my entrance, Maverick thrusts slowly into me and I let out a cry.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he growls as he starts to gain a rhythm thrusting into me.
I moan out in pleasure, my nails digging deeper into his back as he kisses me, hard.
I realise quickly that Maverick isn’t fucking me in this moment, this is slow and tender, this is making love to me.
He wants me to know that he loves me.
Maverick starts to pick up the pace, thrusting into me as I move my lips down to his neck, sucking and nipping his neck. He moves one hand down towards my pussy and uses his thumb to circle my clit.
I let out a deep moan at the man who’s making sure that I feel just as good as he does.
Feeling my orgasm climbing, I dig my nails harder into Maverick’s back, as I hear his thrust slapping against my skin.
“Oh fuck, Mav’, I’m gonna...” I don’t even get to finish my sentence as my orgasm rockets through my core, and a scream ripples through me as I ride it out.
“I could get used to that face,” I hear Maverick say, as I open my eyes and look up to him with a smirk creeping across his face as I come back down to earth from my high.
“Let’s see yours then?” I smirk back at him, offering a challenge in my question.
“Hold on tight, Firefly,” he replies, giving me the most devilish grin, before smashing his lips back onto mine.
I hold on to his neck as his thrusts become erratic, and his groaning becomes deeper. I hear the slaps becoming louder as he pounds into me.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum,” he says licking his lips, eyes burning into mine.
“Yes,” I moan as Maverick thrusts once more into me as he growls in euphoria. I feel his pleasure as he finishes inside of me, letting out a hard moan against my lips.
Maverick collapses next to me, pulling me into his arms as he does. “Yeah, I could get used to that,” he laughs out, breathless and I laugh with him.
Now this, is exactly how I remember sex to be.
Now this, is how I remember it wasn’t all a dream.