“It’s been a month! You promised me—”
His mouth covers me completely and suddenly, forcing me to swallow the rest of my words. He feasts on me through the fabric of my panties before slipping a finger under the band and pushing the lace aside. His tongue is wet and warm as he licks the entire length of my slit. Oh god, that feels unbelievable. My head falls back against the seat, my eyes flutter closed, and a soft moan escapes my lips.
He takes his time, bringing me to the brink of orgasm more than once with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along my folds. I squirm, eager for release, but his grip on my waist tightens each time I use my body to beg for more. When he slips a finger inside me, I gasp and then sigh. He makes me feel incredible and yet, it’s not enough.
My fingers delve into his thick, chestnut hair. “Maverick,” I pant. “I need you.”
Through half-closed lids, I gaze at him just as he looks up from between my legs. He pulls away, his mouth and chin glistening with a mixture of his saliva and evidence of my arousal. “You have me,” he says, his voice husky with desire.
“I need you to fill me,” I plead.
He crouches awkwardly, his frame much too large for the cabin of the limousine, and shrugs out of his tuxedo jacket, tossing it on the bench seat nearby before his hands work his belt free and finally, the button of his pants pops open. He shoves them down his thighs, along with his black boxer briefs, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He fists his length, working his hand up and down before sitting next to me.
“It’ll be easier this way,” he informs me, patting his thighs.
With my skirt gathered in one hand, I swing one leg across his lap and press a steadying free hand to the back of the seat. He notches himself against my entrance and slowly, I lower myself down, his cock filling and stretching me until he’s rooted deep inside me.
We both sigh and remain still. I let go of my wedding dress, letting the material pool around us.
“Kiss me,” Maverick demands.
I lean forward and brush my lips against his, but my kiss doesn’t satisfy him. He cups the back of my head, letting his fingers tangle in my loose waves. As I start to rock against him, my hips moving back and forth, he deepens the kiss. His tongue slips inside my mouth, hungrily exploring its depth before he teases my bottom lip, tugging it with his teeth. Our connection breaks for a moment before he claims my lips again, stealing the breath from my lungs. His kiss is relentless, matching my quickened pace. His hands are firm on my hips, holding me steady as I grind against him. He feels good, perfect actually, but the car limits us.
“Fuck me,” I growl against his lips.
Our kiss breaks and while I miss the taste of him on my tongue, he gives me exactly what I want. He lifts his hips and thrusts into me, as his hands slide up my waist to my chest. His hands tug at the bodice of my dress, pulling it down until my breasts are exposed. It doesn’t matter to me that Maverick is tearing my dress to shreds. All that matters is the feel of his mouth on me, sucking my nipple to a stiff peak. He teases it with his tongue and before nipping it, the friction of his teeth against my sensitive skin sends a jolt straight to my pussy. He continues with this heady combination of tongue and teeth while bucking up into me. It drives me straight to the edge.
“I’m so close,” I murmur. My breath is heavy, and I’m ready to collapse. Maverick holds onto me tight as he continues to thrust up into me. His mouth finds the column of my neck, placing soft kisses at the base.
His grunts fill the air, drowning out my pants. “Me too,” he manages to say.
All it takes for us both to climax is one more deep drive. His body manages to hit my clit in just the right way, sending me headlong into ecstasy. His cock pulses against my walls as he fills me with his cum.
“Mine,” he breathes out, brushing my hair away from my face. Our gazes lock, his blue meeting my brown, our bodies still connected. “You’re finally mine.”
“I’ve always been yours, Maverick. Just don’t let me go again.”
He shakes his head. “Never again, Mia. Never again.”
Two
Maverick
Waking up next to Mia every day this week, knowing she is my wife, feels almost like a honeymoon. The constant ache in my body doesn’t bother me when I head to practice, and I don’t spend long nights at the stadium studying footage from the last game we played because she’s home, waiting for me. Everything about this week makes me feel lighter and more confident so when Sunday rolls around, I break my gameday tradition and ask Mia to come with me.
She stops dead in her tracks. “But you lose every time I attend a game. You told security not to let me into the stadium.”
I chuckle. “Maybe now that we’re married, you’ll turn into a good luck charm.” I step toward her, slide my hands around her waist and kiss her. “Please come with me today.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and averts her gaze. Football is just as important to her as it is to me. She understands the traditions and the superstitions. “Okay. I’ll come but if the team loses, I’m staying home.”
“So, you’ll ban yourself?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Well, we’re going to win today, so I look forward to seeing you at every home game. Now get dressed, I need to be at the stadium in an hour.”
“Aren’t you forgetting another game day tradition?” One of her eyebrows pops up and one corner of her mouth lifts into a devious, lopsided grin.
