Wind Therapy - A.J. Downey Page 0,80

of me.

He knew just the spot, how to play me like a fiddle. I arched for him, loosening my hold on his hair so I wouldn’t hurt him as he moaned in satisfaction against my body, excited to be there. Like he’d found his ultimate happy place between my thighs.

I cannot impress what a pure, unadulterated, joy the sounds he made brought to me, both on an intellectual and a physical plane. The vibrations of his voice through his lips sent sparks of light flitting through me. The pads of his fingertips teasing inside me created a growing weight, a warmth in my pussy that almost, almost mimicked the sensation of a full bladder.

I’d learned, though, that if I just relaxed and let it happen, that he could do amazing things with my body and that growing warmth.

“Oh, yes!” I cried breathy. “Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh, God!”

I jolted, body rocking against his mouth, fists relocating to grip the sheets to either side of my hips, holding on for dear life as the orgasm rocked me to my core. Gasping, screaming, body writhing with the pleasure as he leaned up and I felt a gush of wetness between my thighs, around his invading fingers.

“That’s my girl,” he said happily, a lazy, self-satisfied, and smug grin turning up the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I begged, bucking my hips against his hand.

“Shhh, relax, baby. Just relax, I ain’t gonna quit. You just lie there and feel good.”

He pulled me all the way thorough one orgasm, out the other side, then kept teasing me all through the resulting tremors to slowly start building me up again for more.

“I need you,” I whispered, eyes heavy lidded with passion.

“You want my cock?” he asked, and I smiled.

“I need your cock,” I countered, and his smile grew. He reached for a condom on the bedside table, pulling his fingers out of me, and I shivered. It was always so fucking hot watching him roll the rubber down his thick shaft, watching him make himself ready to claim me body first, then soul…

He walked up the bed on his knees and lifted one of my legs, pressing my calf to his shoulder, stroking his cock between us, pressing a reverent kiss to my leg, his lips warm and silky. The juxtaposition of his gentle touches and the savagery with which he shoved his cock inside my wet and waiting cunt left me arching off the bed and crying out in surprise.

He seated himself deep inside me, balls deep, body pressed tight to mine, hugging my leg with both of his arms, grinding against me, touching off a firestorm of sensations and emotions within me.

“That’s it,” he murmured encouragingly. “That’s it.”

I gasped, massaging my own breasts for his lustful gaze, and let the world, my troubles, and everything else that clung to me at every other time completely fall away.

The only other time I felt this free was when I rode with Maverick on his bike and this? Having him inside me, looking at me like that? It was far better than any wind therapy out there.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Maverick…

My phone rang in the middle of the night, and it was Dahlia’s ringtone. I frowned, stirring as the song played and Marisol wiggled her spectacular ass against my soft cock, quickly giving me a semi. I put a hand to her hip to stop her from moving and groped for my phone on the nightstand.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked in greeting. Dahlia and I hadn’t spoken since our fight over Marisol at the club a couple of weeks before.

“Mav?” Dahlia’s voice was weak, out of sorts. She sounded dazed and confused.

“Mallory,” I said using her given name, “What’s wrong?” I sat up and listened to her groan slightly on the other end of the line.

“Can you come get me?” she asked, and I threw the blankets off, Marisol sitting up sharply.

“Where you at, baby?”

I waved Marisol down when she sat up sharply scowling.

“Mav, can you come get me?” she repeated and said, “Something’s wrong. I don’t… I don’t feel right.”

“You just hang on, Mal, I’ll be right there. Just hang on, for me. I’ll track your phone.” I handed the phone to Marisol who looked both alarmed and suddenly eager to help.

“Keep her talking,” I said and she nodded putting the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” she said, then a pause. “He’s getting dressed right now, he said to talk to you.” Another pause and