Page 112 of Maverick

"Cady," I breathe, my voice little more than a rasp. "I'm close."

She hums around me, sending vibrations through me that tighten every muscle in my body. I can feel the orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure poised to crash over me.

Oh hell no.

The second she pulls back, I grab her under her arm and pull her up my body, until she's straddling my chest. "I'm not going out that way baby. Now come sit on my face."

She fucking does it. No hesitation, no shyness, she just lifts up, letting my hands support her ass, and settles herself on my face.

My hands, still gripping her hips, squeeze reflexively at the feel of her, soft and hot, settling over my mouth. She's so damn bold, this woman, and it sends a rush of heat through me. I let my thumbs drag gently over the crease of her thigh, marveling at the silky smooth skin, enjoying the soft curve of her.

I want to taste every inch of her, brand her as mine, and I do. My tongue teases and strokes, finding her clit, circling and flicking, making her moan and shift her hips. I take her moans as encouragement, sucking gently, humming against her, making her keen and whimper. She tastes like honey and arousal, and I can't get enough.

My thumbs brush her entrance, seeking, and finding her slick, wet heat. One thumb presses inside, her muscles clenching around me, and I groan at the feel of her. She tastes fucking amazing, and knowing she's getting off on this as much as I am drives me wild.

Above me, she keens, her grip tightening in my hair, her hips rocking against my face. "Maverick," she breathes, her voice heavy with need. "Don't stop."

What am I? A fucking asshole? No way am I stopping.

I add a second thumb, stretching her, stroking gently, loving the way she moves with me, the sounds she makes, like music in my ears. Her pleasure is my pleasure, and I want to give her everything.

My tongue works her clit, circling and stroking as my thumbs thrust gently inside her. Her hips begin to move in earnest now, riding my face, seeking her release. I give it to her, not holding back, wanting her to fly apart in my arms.

It doesn't take long. Her body tenses, every muscle going tight, and she starts to shake. I press my thumbs deeper, curling them just so, and that sends her over the edge. She cries out, then snatches the pillow from next to my head, using it to cover her mouth, her body trembling as the waves of her orgasm wash over her.

I keep working her through it, drawing out her pleasure, wanting to give her everything. She rides out the storm, screaming into the pillow, her body pulsing around my thumbs.

Slowly, she comes down, her body going lax, boneless, against mine. I pull my thumbs free, reluctantly, and she whimpers, a soft sound of protest. I catch her, gently lowering her to her side and slide up her body, grinning as she nuzzles into my chest.

I spend a moment just enjoying the feel of her, the sound of her breath evening out, the soft press of her breasts against myside. But the need burning through my veins won't be ignored. I have to be inside her. Now.

With a gentle hand on her shoulder, I roll her onto her back, claiming her mouth in a kiss that's deep and hungry.

I reach for the bedside table, fumbling open the drawer, my breath coming in harsh gasps as I search for a condom. Finally, my fingers close around one, and I tear it open as I nudge my way between her legs, my hands shaking slightly as I roll it on.

I line myself up, lifting and spreading her knees, opening her to me. Then, eyes never leaving hers, and thrust forward, claiming her as my own. She's so damn wet and ready, taking me in with ease, and it's perfect.

Her eyes, dark and hazy, hold mine as I stretch her, fill her. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, her hips arching to meet me. I start to move, slowly at first, reveling in the feel of her around me, tight and hot.

She lets out a breathy laugh, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "That's good," she murmurs, her hands skimming down my back. "But I'm lazy tonight, so you're going to have to do the work. My bones are melted."

I laugh, the sound turning into a groan as I thrust into her. "Your wish is my command, Miss Lazybones." I set a brutal pace, driving into her, my hands gripping her hips, holding her still for the onslaught.

She moans, her head falling back, her breasts jiggling with each snap of my hips. I lean down, capturing a nipple between my teeth, tugging gently as I continue to thrust, knowing how much she loves the contrast.

"Oh, God, Maverick," she moans, her fingers digging into my arms. "Right there."

Her inner muscles clench around me, and I know I won't last much longer. I swirl my tongue around her nipple, relishing the little sounds she makes, the way her body moves with mine.

The way her eyes widen and she throws her head back as she comes again, clenching around me.

I lift my head, capturing her lips in a savage kiss as I thrust into her, again and again, seeking my own release, forcing her to ride the waves of hers.

The orgasm hits me like a freight train, a white-hot rush of pleasure that takes me by surprise. I groan, my hips stuttering as I spill myself into her, my hands tightening on her hips, anchoring me as I fucking dissolve.

For a moment, I'm incapable of thought, my body humming with satisfaction. I rest my forehead against hers, feeling her breath on my skin, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.

Gradually, my heart stops trying to pound its way out of my chest, and I raise my head, flashing her a lopsided smile. "Hey there," I murmur softly, brushing a lock of hair off her face.

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