With a groan, I kick my briefs down my leg and off before walking back to the doorway and flipping the switch to bring her overhead lighting on. The harshness of the bright lighting makes me blink a few times, but when I focus back on the woman in my arms I’m beyond pleased that I took the time to turn the light on.
She’s the picture of desire. The hunger I feel for her amps up. The itch just under my skin starts to simmer when her hands roam across whatever part of my body she can touch. However, the demand I feel to sink into her body takes a backseat as we continue to study each other. It turns into something new, something indescribable, licking up my spine and making me gasp when it becomes too much to bear. We’re as close as we can be without fusing our bodies together, and with her heart beating just as wildly against my sweat-slicked skin, I realize what this new need is.
And I know the second I get it, I will never be the same again.
Walking back to the bed, I lay us softly down onto the mattress. Keeping our bodies together, but this time closing my eyes and taking her mouth. She opens immediately, a sigh of happiness escaping her lips and letting my tongue in. I kiss her deeply and slowly, pouring everything I feel into that kiss. Our tongues tangle, gliding against each other with slow sweeps. I feel her hands shaking as she runs them up and down my back sluggishly. Her legs trembling around my hips until she’s no longer able to keep them locked tight, letting them fall against the mattress, and opening up her pussy even more for my thick cock. I groan, feeling her wetness coat me as I start to glide through, thrusting slowly. Each time I rub against her clit, she whines. With one more sweep of my tongue, I pull back and look down at her, my eyes widening when I see the tears falling from her eyes and down to the bed.
Her sobs are silent, and despite the tears, she smiles up at me. Her arms move, and then I feel her hands frame my face. She blinks a few times before knocking the air out of my lungs with her words.
“I love you, Maverick Austin Davis. I loved you then. I love you now. I’ll love you always.”
There it is. All of her. And finally, with that, I’ve found all of me.
“I, God,” I breathe, closing my eyes while her words wash over me before opening them again. “I love you right back, Leighton. Loved you then. Love you always.”
Her breath hitches, more tears fall and fuck me, they aren’t just her tears.
“I’ll never let you go again.” She hiccups.
“I never want to go.”
Lifting my hips, not looking away, I sink into her body. Each inch that enters her makes her moan a little louder. When I’m all the way in, my balls tight against the wetness running from her body, I take her mouth again. This time there is no slow buildup—I take her like a starved man. My hips go from lazy rocking to forceful thrusts. Her tits bounce between us until I press our bodies even closer, hitting her cervix with how deep I am. When I feel her walls ripple against me, I tear my mouth from hers with a groan seconds before her head pushes into the mattress and she screams my name.
I hiss through my teeth when her pussy becomes impossibly tight, then she starts to come, her walls flexing, releasing and squeezing my own climax to the edge. My thrusts become frantic, the slapping of our wet bodies connecting, echoing loudly. My spine feels like it’s being cranked tighter each time I drive into her tight, wet body, but I’m selfish and I want more.
Reaching between our bodies, her eyes widen and her swollen lips part. The second I roll my fingers over her clit she screams a loud, jumbled mess of words completely incomprehensible.
“Give me another one, Leigh. Come on my cock again and let me give you every part of me.”
She whimpers, shaking her head. “It’s too much, Mav. God, it’s too much.”
“It’s never too much, darlin’,” I wheeze when she gets even tighter. “Baby, God, give it to me. Let me love you good.”
“Oh, my God. Oh, my GOD!” She starts to moan, shaking her head and arching her back. “You’re so deep,” she continues, the words a struggle to get past her heaving breaths making me take her even faster than before.
I drag my cock out, the tip resting inside of her quivering body, and wait for her eyes to focus on my face. When I feel like I might pass out from denying my body what it needs, she gives me what I want.
And I give her the only thing left.
“Never going to let you go. Not another day apart, Leigh. You and me, forever,” I vow, pushing in to the hilt and emptying myself inside of her body with a loud shout. My stomach starts clenching tightly and my whole body shakes. I wrap my arms under her and squeeze her tightly, not letting go even when I roll so she’s on top. Her arms stay under my back, just as needy as I am to stay connected. I feel our combined wetness start to fall from where I’m still hard and buried deep, but I’m in no hurry to move an inch.
Everything I’ve always wanted.
Right here in my arms.
26
LEIGHTON
“Drunk on Your Love” by Brett Eldredge
I want to wake up this way for the rest of my life.
I’ve been awake for hours. Well, not hours, but it feels like it. I woke up with my body pressed tightly against Maverick’s. Our naked bodies a tangle of legs and arms. He didn’t even stir when I slid from the bed to use the restroom. There wasn’t even a twitch when I returned, bringing myself back to him. I didn’t press as close as we had been, but I couldn’t stand to be far, so I kept my head on his outstretched bicep while curling my arm over his body. With this new position, I was able to keep us connected by touch and still be able to look at him clearly. To study the man that is finally mine.
And that’s where I’ve stayed for what feels like hours, just watching his handsome face while he sleeps peacefully. He looks so youthful. His dark eyelashes curling against his cheek, his mouth parted ever so slightly, and even in his sleep, they’re curled into a content smile.
His strong and angular face is now sporting the shadows of his stubble. The sight alone makes my palms twitch with the desire to feel the roughness. With the sheet riding low on his hips, I can see the generous ridge between his legs. I know, because I peeked when I got back in the bed, that even though it looks like he’s hard, he’s not. My mouth watered when I saw his sizable soft cock resting against the tan skin of his legs.