It is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt in my life. He no longer has an air about him that screams lost, wounded, and withdrawn. He, standing in the middle of my girly bedroom, looks like he has found the purpose for his heart. And that purpose is me and me alone. I feel the sob clawing up my throat before I can even do anything to stop it, the sound choking me the second it bursts through my lips.
He grabs the shirt that’s still bunched under his arms and with a grunt, pulls it over his head and throws it somewhere to the side. His chest heaves as he prowls to the end of my bed, the bronze tan of his skin looking darker in the muted light the moon casts through the open windows.
When he is close enough, his hands make quick methodical work of pulling off my boots and socks, letting them fall to the floor. I push off the bed and scoot to the end, wrapping my fingers around the heavy buckle on his belt. I glance up, through my lashes, and wait to see the flash in his eyes before I pull the thick leather through the loop. My hands push between his jeans and the thin layer of his boxer briefs, dragging them down his thick thighs.
His nostrils flare, the only warning I get before he pounces, moving with the strength and agility only an athlete can master, and even with his jeans around his knees, he has no trouble maneuvering my body to get what he wants.
What he needs.
What I need.
What we crave.
25
MAVERICK
“The Only One Who Gets Me” by Charles Kelley
I’m on fire.
The blood that is rushing and roaring through my overstimulated and deprived body makes me feel like I’m seconds away from exploding. Literally, it’s as though Leigh keeps sparking new flames through my body. Fuck, I almost came in my pants when she bit down on my neck. But somehow I held back. Kept my control. It wasn’t until just now that I knew holding that control was futile.
I almost trip, the pants stuck on the top of my boots, resting right at my knees. I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to stop long enough to get them off. The only thing I can see right now is her.
Leighton’s hands slip under my arms and I feel them press against my back. Almost like a ripple effect, all the muscles start to spasm and constrict. I’ve never, not in my whole fucking life, felt something as powerful as the two of us together. Not even fully naked, and my chest is so tight it’s hard to breathe through the emotion that is building there. My heart feeling like it’s beating for the first time. Pressing my forehead to hers, I close my eyes and try to calm the wild thumping.
I’ve never given anyone this part of me. Not a single person would have ever gotten it. This part of me, the part that was made for her, has been locked up and guarded so tight that I feel complete and utterly vulnerable. The unnerving feelings that brings forth leave me defenseless with the enormity of this moment.
It’s the most beautiful kind of terror a person will ever experience.
Her hands start to roam, soothingly, and I open my eyes to gaze down at her. Her face is soft and her eyes are full of love. The gates have been opened, and what she’s giving me in this moment is everything I was always too afraid to dream of. I knew, every day that we were apart, that if I never had this, I would be lost forever. Nothing would ever be able to bring me back.
Slowly, I roll to my side and sit up. My boots hit her wood floor first, followed silently by my socks, and then the heavy clang of my belt buckle hitting the floor. With my elbows on my knees, I exhale loudly and drop my chin to my chest. I was so lost with my mind, attempting to regain just a sliver of control over my body back, that I didn’t even hear her move. One dainty hand presses against the middle of my back seconds before her soft body curves against my side, rubbing in soothing circles while I get my bearings. Her lips press soft kisses all over my shoulder and bicep. My cock jumps with each press of her mouth against my overheated flesh.
Lifting my head, I look over my shoulder. Her eyes are closed, the content pleasure that she feels from just touching me, though, is still written all over her face. I continue to watch her, leveled to the fucking ground with how beautiful she is right now.
“Leigh,” I say hoarsely. Her lids slowly lift and she looks up at me almost like she’s drunk and can’t focus. I clear my throat. “Come here, baby.”
She moves quickly, her leg swinging over mine, and then she settles her ass in my lap. Words aren’t spoken, but we move synchronized, both of us knowing what the other wants without voicing it. Her dress is pulled over her head by my hands while hers work on unsnapping her bra. By the time the white dress had fluttered to the ground, my lips were wrapped around one of her nipples as I took the other and squeezed gently with my hand. My other hand went behind her back to pull her chest closer to my face. Her hands start pushing through my hair, running from the top of my head to the base of my neck. Switching my mouth to the other nipple, I move my hands to her hips and press down. She lets out a low whine when the hardness of my cock presses against her panties. Even though the barrier isn’t much, I want it gone.
Releasing her tit with a loud pop, I look down our bodies. Her flat stomach tightening with each roll of her hips. The desperation to feel more evident in her heavy pants.
“Lift up, darlin’,” I huskily request of her.
Her legs tremble against my thighs and I look up at her. She has her bottom lip pulled in and her teeth biting down on it hard. Her wild eyes begging me for what she wants. My hands go to her panties and with more help than I thought she would be capable of, she helps lift each leg so I can drag them down and drop them to the pile of clothes on the floor.
With her still lifted up, I lay back and hook my finger in my boxer briefs and pull them past my ass. She follows the movement with her eyes, and thank fuck she did, because I’m so hard I can’t get them over my cock. Her hands come out and gently, so fucking gently, she lifts the band and helps free me. I pull them the rest of the way to my knees, but with her legs still spread around me I have to stop. My cock standing straight up and the sight before me has me so fucking turned on it twitches once before slapping her in the stomach softly.
Even though the light from the moon gives us plenty to see clearly, I need more. I don’t want to miss a second of this, and fuck me, I’m going to make sure I have the clearest images burned into my brain for the rest of my goddamn life.
“Hold on,” I huff, taking her in my arms and standing. Her pussy opens and wraps around the thickness of my cock. I look down, seeing the angry red tip peeking up at me. I almost forget my intention at the sight.