So I keep the words to myself.
Leaning down, he kisses me long and agonizingly slow. With his chest pressed to mine, I feel his heart beat in tandem with mine. The moment is so perfect, it feels so right, it almost makes me believe we were written in the stars.
His nose brushes mine as he whispers my name.
I thread my fingers through his hair and lean up to kiss him as his length slides between my thighs. I arch into him as he repeats the motion, his crown rubbing against that spot that makes my eyes flutter.
“Mav, hurry.”
“Can’t rush a good thing, babe,” he says as his lips graze my neck. His hands move to my breasts where he squeezes one gently. I’m about to warn him about leaking, but his mouth closes over one nipple just in time.
The rumble in his chest as he sucks makes the throbbing worse. I try to arch again, but his big body pins me down. “Mav, I need you.”
He pauses to look at me. Hair hangs in his face and his lips are damp. “I’m gonna get you across the finish line, peach. But don’t rush me. I need to savor every inch of your body.”
Oh.
His lips tilt in a flirty grin before he licks my other nipple. After a minute, he slides lower. Kisses the underside of my breast. The length of my belly. My hip. “Fucking perfection,” he mumbles against my skin as I rake his hair with my nails.
That’s when he spreads me apart and drags the flat of his tongue exactly where I need him. Panting, I arch.
Wait. Something about this position is supposed to concern me because of his injuries. His rehab. His…
The next brush of his tongue makes me forget. “Oh, God.”
“Spread your legs wider, baby.” Shameless, I lift my knees to my chest, which makes him curse. “Fuck yes. Just like that.”
His finger slowly spears me, but then he adds a second one that makes my toes curl. “I’m going to come.”
“No. Hold off.” He pauses his ministrations, and I groan. Raising his head, he smirks. “It’ll be better if you wait.”
I give him a droll look. “Maverick, if you don’t finish me right now…”
“Can I add another finger?” he asks, and I let out a breath. “Wanna jam you full and watch you come on my hand.”
Jesus. I nod, my frustration evaporating with his dirty words. “O-okay.”
“Hold yourself open.”
I do as he asks. As he pushes in a third finger, I squirm, but he pumps his hand slowly. The stretch feels incredible. “God.”
“It’s Maverick, actually, but God works.”
“Shut up and make me come.”
Laughing, he bites my inner thigh, and I squeal.
“Babe,” he chides. “You’re gonna wake Leo.”
I slap a hand over my mouth as he lowers his head again. Squeezing my eyes shut, I listen to him work me over. The sounds are wet and sloppy, mixed with his quiet murmurs that I’m perfect.
When I can’t stand it anymore, I arch my back and cry out against my hand. My legs quiver and shake against his head. Finally, I laugh and shove him away.
Leaning up over me, he removes his hand and smooths my wetness over his swollen length. The muscles in his arm andchest contract as he jerks himself off. “I can come like this,” he grunts as he kneels between my legs. “If you’re not ready, we don’t have to go further.”
Like hell we’re waiting. “Come here.”
I grab the condom, tear it open with my teeth, slap his hand away, and roll it over his weeping dick. Then I tug him down to me. As I cradle him with my thighs, I stare up at him with the words on the tip of my tongue.
