Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I’d like that.” I plucked the bottle of lube from his hand. “Gonna let me play a little, or are you too impatient?”
“Both.” He chuckled. “I’ll let you play, even if the wait kills me.”
“Can’t have that.” I gave him another kiss before moving to kneel between his thighs. Maverick helpfully pulled his legs up and back. “Well, aren’t you flexible?”
“I lived in LA enough years to add yoga and Pilates to my running workouts.”
“I like it. Maybe you can keep up your bendy practices here.” Talking about Maverick staying and making plans was getting easier. I wanted this future where we ditched the condoms, Maverick did yoga on the ranch, and we had this every damn night.
I slicked my fingers so I could tease his rim. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing, but an earnest desire to make Maverick feel amazing seemed like a good start. Indeed, he moaned from the first glancing contact. I rubbed little circles.
“Tell me if there’s anything I’m not doing—”
“In me. Now.” He reached down and grabbed my wrist.
“Speed demon,” I scolded fondly. After Maverick and I had fucked the first time, I’d experimented on my own while jerking off, learning that steady pressure was key to penetration. I used that knowledge to slowly press a finger inside Mav, but he wasn’t done grabbing my wrist, pulling me deeper with a low, keening sound. “Suppose that’s one way to ensure I find your spot.”
“More lube and a second finger,” he ordered.
“I should teach you some patience.” I leisurely fucked him with a single finger as I reached for the lube with my other hand. I was surprised by how much I liked playing like this. Doing it to myself had felt vaguely clinical, but doing it to Mav made my dick pulse with the memory of how good it felt to be inside him.
“Later.” He made a legit growling noise, and as I got serious about adding the second finger, the growl faded into a long moan. Taking the evidence that I was on the right track, I worked him a bit more, trying out more pressure versus speed. Maverick, however, got bored long before I did. “Colt. Now. Please.”
I withdrew my fingers to take care of the condom. I didn’t trust Mr. Bossy not to throw the package at me. I added a generous amount of lube. Lining my cock up with his rim, I quickly discovered that gripping the base of my cock made penetration a lot more feasible.
“Yes.” Maverick’s satisfied groan as I pushed in made any lingering awkwardness at the newness of this disappear. This pleased him, which only made me that much harder, made me want to do it that much more. I wanted to coax every quiet moan and little gasp from his throat. I was also trying to go slow, but Maverick hooked his legs around me in a nifty trick and drew me all the way inside.
“Oh.” I let out a moan of my own. Maverick on top had been fantastic, but this angle seemed even better, hotter, tighter, and I could lean in and kiss him as well, like an amped-up version of the grinding I loved so much. I found a gentle rhythm of thrusts in time with our kissing. “I could do this all night.”
“Me too.” Maverick’s smirk was the first clue he intended to test that resolve, a warning before he tightened his inner muscles with each upstroke. Felt like he was trying to suck my cock back in.
“Holy hell, that’s hot,” I managed to gasp.
“Thought you might like that. More.” Maverick arched his back beneath me. Between that and his inner squeezing, I was as deep as I could go, yet Maverick seemed to want more. All of me, and I wanted to give him that. I thrust harder, adjusting my angle slightly. Maverick’s head tipped back, eyes closing. “Oh, that. Gonna make me come.”
“Hands-free?” As soon as he said it, I wanted his orgasm more than oxygen. He came without a hand on him when we rubbed off together, but the thought of him coming from my cock was somehow that much hotter. My thrusts sped up even before my brain gave permission, something primal driving me.
“Uh-huh.” Maverick did more of his squeezing tricks. “You too.”
“You first,” I grunted, fucking him faster and harder, enough that the bed shook. We were sweaty and breathless, and hell if I was ever stopping.
“Oh, I love you.” Maverick shuddered, and thank God, his warm come spilled between us because no way was I holding back now.
“Yes.” That was as much reply as I could muster because I was coming and coming hard, giant waves crashing into me, blurring my vision and making my whole body tense. The climax stole my breath for several long seconds. As the waves started to recede, I peppered his face with kisses. “Love you too.”