Page 84 of IOU

A groan vibrates deep in his chest as he places a wet, open-mouthed kiss on my lips before he slides down, spreading me open even further with his big body, his index finger trailing down my center at a snail’s pace.

I don’t know that I’m prepared. I don’t know that I’m going to recover from this night with Maverick. But I do know that I’m going to come like a freaking superstar. Fuck that damn book, they never had a Maverick to show them how to feel good. If they did, they wouldn’t have needed to write a book about how to pleasure yourself. I never knew my body could feel this alive.

Slowly, as if he’s milking every ounce of anticipation from me, Maverick drags the pad of his index finger over my outer folds, circling the soft skin like a warm-up before the main event.

“Now, Mav. I need you now,” I whine, completely out of patience.

I don’t bother looking up to see if he’s smirking. Something tells me he’s just as consumed with this moment as I am. His hand touches the inside of my knee as he holds it down and ever so torturously, slides his index finger inside me. I bear down immediately, clenching as if I can keep his finger inside me for the rest of our lives. But he’s stronger—of course—and pushes forward, deeper into my center, stealing my breath and any thoughts from my head.

His hand squeezes my knee and that too feels amazing. It’s like he’s using some kind of grounding mechanism to keep himself from going in with both hands. “Now what?” he prompts all gravelly.

He knows what’s next, but we’re both too freaking turned on to quit now. And, at this point, neither of us cares.

“Now, move it in and out,” I tell him between shallow breaths. He tips his chin but holds my gaze ... Then he moves his finger in and out. The fullness. The rhythm. His freaking eyes on me. It’s too much. It’s all too much.

“I need more,” I cry out, arching, moving as I try to build more friction between us.

“One more finger?” he asks quietly—thoughtfully.

My body is feverish, wet with sweat. I’m going to freaking explode. “I don’t care if you shove your whole fist inside me! I just want more!”

Sorry not sorry. The man is driving me to oblivion.

I hear a soft chuckle and then Maverick leans over me, kissing me while that damn finger maintains its steady rhythm. “How about we start with one more finger? We’ll save the fist for another day.”

I think I say okay. It could have been just a mumble of unintelligible words. Either way, the next thing I know I’m being stretched, filled with blissful pressure as he adds another finger, pushing into my core over and over again.

“Oh, God. Yeah, you’re doing great. This is exactly what I think the book would have said to do,” I praise. I’m a freaking mess under his hands. A mess. I can’t control the quaking and the shivers that take over as I try grinding into his hand for more.

“You sure? We can try something else.”

He says it teasingly, yet his voice is calm and collected, not like he’s torturing me by dangling the best orgasm of my life right between my legs.

“Hush and put your mouth back on me,” I beg with absolutely no shame. If this is the best sex I’m ever going to have then I’m going all out. Maverick Lexington is a god. A god I tell you!

“You want my mouth where? Show me.”

I groan. He’s also annoying. But I do as I’m told and drag my hand over my stomach and to the bundle of nerves that are craving Maverick’s attention. “Here. I want you to put your mouth here.”

I don’t get all the words out before my hand is knocked away and his hot, wet mouth is on my clit, sucking, nipping, and—“Oh shit! I’m going to come. I don’t want to come yet.”

Cold air hits me as Maverick comes up for air, removing his blessed mouth from me.

“I didn’t tell you to stop!” I cry.

He looks confused. “You said you didn’t want to come yet.”

I motion for him to lower back down. “Yeah, but—” I have no idea what I’m saying. All I know is that I’m on the cusp of a mind-blowing orgasm. “Just ignore what I’m saying. I want to come, Maverick. Like yesterday.”

He tips his head, waiting on further clarification, and like any well-mannered woman, I give it to him straight. “On your face. I want to come on your face, Maverick. Right now. Don’t stop again.”

I’ll regret those comments later. Right now, all I can think about is his mouth on my clit and his fingers inside of me.

With what is pretty much a smile for Maverick, he nods an okay, kisses my lips softly, and then yanks my hips to the edge of the sofa. “Keep your legs open and your eyes on me. Got it?”

I’m not going to comment that I’m supposed to be the one giving all the orders because honestly, I don’t give two single shits. I’d do anything Maverick tells me right now.

I nod eagerly and then watch as two tanned fingers disappear between my folds. And then for the last time, I let myself get lost in the depths of his eyes before his head bows, and his eyes close, and his mouth clamps down on my clit and works me into a frenzy.

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