my underwear and a wish for him to make this count.
He does nothing and yet the look on his face is one of hunger. He wants to eat me alive, it’s there in his expression and gives me a bravery I need right now to finish the job. I unclasp my bra and shimmy out of my panties and stand before him as nature intended. Still no words are spoken, just loaded promises that hang in the air between us as I wait for him to show me what I’ve been missing out on. Then he takes my hand and leads me to the bed and grabbing my shoulders, sits me on the edge before kneeling at my feet. Then he growls, “I want to worship at your feet like the servant I am.”
His hands spread my knees apart and inches me slightly forward until I am open before him. I should feel embarrassed but I don’t, just curious. His face turns against my most private part and I feel his tongue flick against my clit which should disgust me but it doesn’t. His thumbs part the folds that guard it so well and he takes it into his mouth and sucks gently, causing me to wriggle as the most delicious feeling spreads through my body. His tongue licks and teases as I grind against his face unashamedly and without care. It feels so good and I moan as the pressure builds. It feels so wrong and yet so intoxicating I almost can’t breathe, and then he pushes me back against the bed and positions himself above me. Then he leans down and kisses me and I taste my desire on his tongue. It feels hot and dirty and I can’t get enough of it.
Then he kisses a trail down my face and sucks at my neck, biting and scraping the delicate flesh with his teeth.
I groan some more and feel his fingers edge lower and flick my clit with a sharpness that causes me to gasp and the wetness between my legs leaves a slippery trail that will help him inside. He rubs his cock against my opening and I wrap my legs around his waist and he whispers, “Are you sure you want this, honey?”
“Oh god, yes.”
He laughs against my chest as he sucks a nipple between his teeth and bites gently, causing me to moan a little louder. He growls, “Moan for me baby, moan my name and beg for it.”
It should feel wrong but it doesn’t as I groan loudly, “Fuck me, Maverick, please, I want you so badly.”
His fingers trace a path between my legs and he pushes them wider and laughs as I move up to meet him. I grind my pussy on his hand and feel so much heat tearing me apart. His fingers find their way inside and the hard friction causes me to pant with a desperation I have never felt before. “Please, I want more.”
I don’t care that I’m begging him, that doesn’t matter right now; what does is finishing what we’ve started because I’m like a greedy whore who can’t get enough. His fingers curl inside me and stroke me gently at first, then with an increased rhythm and I feel the pressure building as I buck against his hand, but it’s not enough. I want all of him, so I plead, “I want to feel you inside me, please.”
I’m only half aware that he reaches across and opens the drawer beside his bed and grabs a condom, tearing it from the packet with his teeth. I don’t even register the time he takes to protect us both while I lie waiting, a quivering mess of desire and excitement, craving what comes next more than life itself.
Then he leans down and kisses me hard and deep and with a passion that brings out the wild animal inside me, as he turns into a raging beast igniting a passion in me I never thought I had. Fisting his hair in my hands, I cry out, “Now, please, do it now.”
He needs no further invitation and thrusts in hard causing my pussy to clench and I cry out. Suddenly, he stops and whispers, “You ok, darlin’?”
“Yes.” I gasp as I realize I am. It doesn’t hurt, just a feeling of being so full I can’t move. Maverick is inside my mind, body and soul and I never want him to leave. It’s like a drug I need to survive and as