Wind Therapy - A.J. Downey Page 0,79
naked,” I said playfully, and he grinned.
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
I left the damn dishes for later.
He took me into the bathroom, and we showered together. Long, the water hot, the foreplay steamy as we took care of each other, reverently washing the other’s body while kissing slowly. I took his hard length in my hand, stroking him surely, his moan soft and sensual amid the rainfall from his showerhead.
I wouldn’t be denied. I wanted to make him feel good, and so I went to my knees and took him into my mouth, looking up the lean muscled length of his torso into those deep blue indigo eyes of his while I made love to him with my mouth.
The velvet length of him was hot, like steel against my tongue which I tantalized him with so softly, sucking on him like a popsicle on a hot sunny day.
I loved the look in his eyes, the way his lips slightly parted, the way he threw back his head, his fists knotted at his sides to keep from grabbing my head. The way he held himself in check but just barely.
God, all of it – everything about him was super fucking hot and I wanted so badly for him to be mine and only mine. I just didn’t know how that worked in his world…
“God, baby, get up here,” he demanded gasping, and I let his dick fall from my lips with an audible pop.
He reached down and hauled me to my feet, crushing his mouth over mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed my body tight to his as the gentle rainfall of his showerhead soaked us, and I couldn’t think of anyplace I would rather be.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled, and I smiled, nipping the side of his neck lightly.
“Take me to bed,” I ordered deviously, and he grinned.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
“Cute how you think I’m asking,” I said, gasping myself when he kissed the side of my neck.
He gave me a slap on my ass, and I yipped, laughing, and let him lead me into the bedroom.
The playfulness between us quickly gave way to a sudden and fierce ardor. Mouths clashed, hands gripped, arms pulling each other tightly into the curve and shelter of the other. Warm skin still damp from the shower, bodies pressing tight. It was different this time, mostly because I wholly gave myself over to it.
By now, I could trust that Maverick had nothing but the best of intentions where I was concerned and I wanted so desperately to know what it felt like to… to really be loved, that I was willing to lie to myself and believe that he did.
Eres estúpida, I thought savagely to myself. Of course, he loves you! What man does what he is doing for you that doesn’t love the woman he does these things for?
He’d also as good as said he loved me, too… or rather he’d said “I’m beginning to love you.” That was the same thing, though, right?
I didn’t know, but what I did know was that I was feeling it too. This deep desire to always be near him and not just because of what he was doing for me. He treated me better than I had ever been treated before. He treated me like his queen, but not like a trophy girl on his arm.
He asked questions, wanted my opinion, in fact – he was asking me more frequently on my perspective on things I wasn’t entirely sure I should know… things that should have been under the umbrella of ‘club business.’
I didn’t mind, though. In fact, I preferred not to be kept in the dark. I was a big girl, I could handle it, and I was determined to prove it every day if I had to by listening and by keeping my mouth shut.
Of course, with the way Maverick was laying me down in the center of his bed, and with how he kissed his way down my body, his gaze intense, his intentions clear, I wouldn’t be keeping my mouth shut very much longer. Then again, I think he preferred it when I got loud in the bedroom.
His mouth was warm, wet, and soft, his tongue against my clit sending a pleasurable fission of energy throughout my body. I gripped his sable soft hair in my hands and pulled his mouth tight against my pussy, moaning loudly, that moan interrupted by a short cry as he introduced fingers inside