strange, but I don’t have the patience to think about it long.
Windsor sighs. “This ole’ thing? I hate it.” I flash the knife. She giggles. You laugh when someone holds up a knife when you’re crazy or when you have the upper hand. Windsor has both. Crazy good, of course.
“Don’t move,” I order. She licks her lips. I grab the fabric with one hand and slice it at the bottom. I toss the knife back on the stand and then grab each side of the tear and pull it apart, like a fucking stripper. It makes the most satisfying ripping sound that I can’t help the smile on my face. Now she’s biting her lip in that impossibly hot way of hers. I yank down and her breasts pop free. I slide it over her ass and toss the thing away, making sure it lands further away than her panties. I win.
She notices. “It’s not so much about distance as speed…and length,” Windsor confesses. My dick twitches to prove her point. There’s too much talking, not enough action. Grabbing the condom off the bed and waving it like a white flag, she whispers, “Is it wrong that I am so turned on right now, and I’m not sure if it’s because you’re naked or because you used a knife to cut off my lingerie?”
We’re on the same page. Same fucking word. With her lying beneath me, naked, and looking at me like I’m the fucking Hope diamond, I know I don’t deserve this.
But I’m going to take it anyway.
I snatch the condom out of her hand and have it rolled down my dick in the next second. Our lips crash together in furious need. All these weeks…months of denying each other have turned our bodies into machines, desiring only one thing: each other. Running my hand down the side of her body, down her leg, and then landing right at her soaking wet pussy, I feel so fucking stupid for not taking her sooner.
“You are so wet,” I say. I slide down and replace my fingers with my mouth. She writhes against my mouth like she’s trying to get it inside her. She tastes so good that I can’t lick up enough of her. She pulls her knees up, exposing herself in that awesome porno kind of way. I’m seconds away from losing it completely and plunging inside her.
“Maverick,” she cries. She’s begging now, and I can’t fucking stand to hear it after what I put her through to fight off my own God damned demons. She waited because of me. She got me. I kiss up her stomach and chest.
“I’m here, baby. I’m here,” I say, kissing her lips. Making out with her delicious mouth almost makes me forget how close to taking her I am. She raises her hips and my dick hits her opening, warm and inviting and my wildest fucking dream. Her blue eyes fly open at the contact and I see the sweet tenderness that resides there. She reaches between our bodies and grabs me with her hand, guiding me up to her clit and then back to hot center over and over.
I have the fleeting thought that I should lay down and bring her on top of me so she’s in control of this. So she’s the one responsible for the whole thing. Windsor will be the one controlling it, but I don’t because I want this—to know that I have complete control over her, and because somehow I feel like I owe her this after denying her for so long. I’m choosing her.
With her free hand she grabs the side of my face. “Make love to me,” she says. It’s a simple request, though I somehow know nothing will ever be simple when it comes to us.
She lifts her hips up and the head of my dick slides into her. Arching her back, I feel her hands slide down to grab my ass. She pulls me into her a little more. I hiss in raw delight. My head falls into the crook of her neck. I can’t control my breathing or my body. Thrusting until I hit the back, I start moving, like really fucking moving in this tempo that feels so good that I know I’ll have to switch it up soon so I don’t blow my load during the first minute of sex.
“You are so fucking tight. You feel so good,” I rasp at her throat, kissing her, worshipping every centimeter