Maverick’s spirit seemed to improve as we walked through the enormous boat, each room just as impressive as the last. When we came to the last one, Maverick stopped at the doorway and stared at me while I looked at the large painting of sunflowers hanging on the wall.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I walked over to him. “Not for the breaking and entering exactly, but the rest of it. Thanks for bringing me here. Showing me this place. It’s really amazing.”
“Come here,” he demanded, his voice was low and filled with a hint of mischief. A thrill shot through me as I stepped closer to him, feeling the heat of his stare burn against my flesh. When I was face-to-face with him, I placed my palms flat against his chest, trying to steady myself from my shaky knees. His hands dropped to my waist, pulling me closer to him. He leaned over me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck.
He reached for the hem of my t-shirt, quickly pulling it over my head. As soon as my favorite, pink bra hit the floor, he kissed me – an aggressive, bruising, mind-blowing kiss. I wasn’t patient. I needed to feel him against my body to ease the growing desire that was building in my stomach. My fingers slid up under his shirt, feeling the muscles of his stomach grow taut against the touch of my fingertips. I eased the soft fabric t-shirt over his head and tossed it towards the bed.
He was reaching for the button of my shorts when I said, “We’re going to be in so much trouble if these people come home and find us here screwing around in their bed.” It was a warning, but I didn’t want to stop, stopping was the last thing I wanted to do. There was something about the thought of getting caught that actually enticed me even more.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Thinking about getting caught, turns you on, doesn’t it?” he teased.
“Maybe,” I confessed. The sound of his zipper sliding down sent a jolt of excitement through me. This man had me imagining all sorts of things – very naughty, wicked things. Unable to hide the thoughts that were going through my head, a devious smile crept across my face. I slowly dropped to my knees, reaching out for the waistband of his jeans. His eyes widened when I started to inch his jeans down his hips.
A torturous groan vibrated through his chest when I took him in my hand and began to stroke my hand up and down his hard, rigid shaft. His fingers clamped around the edge of the dresser, and his eyes shut when I brushed my tongue across the head of his dick.
“Fuck,” he mumbled as I took him deep in my mouth. I continued to stroke him slowly, with my fingers wound tightly around his cock, feeling him throb against my tongue. His fingers tangled in my hair as his hips thrust forward, guiding me to take him deeper. I wasn’t exactly confident that I was doing it right, but seeing how his body responded to my touch, gave me such a sense of power. The thought of making this man lose control with just my mouth exhilarated me, fueled my desire, and made me want him even more. With just the twist of my hand, a guttural moan echoed through the room and a pained expression crossed his face.
I loved seeing him fall apart by my touch, and I was shocked when I was suddenly yanked up from the floor and carried over to the bed. He dropped me, with my back lying flat against the mattress. I propped up on my elbows and watched him slowly lower my shorts down my legs.
“Hey!” I protested.
He whispered, “I love your mouth, Henley, but I want to be inside you when I cum.”
I anxiously waited as he tore the condom wrapper with his teeth, and slowly slid the latex down his long, hard shaft. He hovered between my legs, and goosebumps rose from my flesh, while I watched his eyes roam over every inch of my bare skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Henley,” he whispered, the heat of his breath caressing my neck.
His calloused thumb circled around my nipple, and my hips bucked towards him, needing to feel him inside me. “Please,” I begged.
His warm, wet tongue pressed against my breast as he said, “Please what, Henley? Tell me what you want.” He was teasing me with his words, driving me wild with anticipation.