Page 35 of Best Part of Me

He stills beneath me, retracting his hand from my neck. “For fuck’s sake, I thought you, of all people would understand. Find it sweet even.”

“I’m sorry. I do. I do. I’m just in shock. I guess I assumed—”

“And what do you think about me now?” He thrusts his hips, pressing his cock against me and I suck in a small breath.

I squeeze my thighs against him and lower my mouth to his, hovering above his lips. “I think you’re the hottest, sweetest guy I know. You’re just confirming why I’ve measured every guy I date to you.”

He grips the back of my neck, his fingers digging in just enough, and he draws my lips to his. We kiss like our life depends on it and like our souls are on fire. After his confession, my heart is in even more trouble. I fear it will never stop loving Maverick Mendes.

As I sit up and he rocks into me, my thoughts diminish, and all other senses are on overload. And as good as it feels to have his length pressed into me, I want to not only return the favor of a mind-blowing orgasm, but I want to see if I have the skills to pleasure him as well as he just did me.

I can probably count on one hand how many blow jobs I gave Chris in the years we were together. The lack of interest on his part, in giving and receiving oral sex, took away most of the appeal.

But with Maverick, it’s different. Every part of me aches for him. Like I’m an addict, and I can’t get enough of him. I find myself craving to feel his fullness in my hand, in my mouth.

I must be losing my mind.

He reaches a hand up to play with one of my breasts again. Just when I think he favors one part of my body, he surprises me. I can’t decide which is his favorite. I slap his hand lightly, and he flinches, releasing a soft yowl, and I snort.

“Shit, it’s right there, asking to be appreciated,” he whines. And it’s sort of adorable.

“I’m in charge now.”

His eyes widen, a slow grin spreading across his lips. “You think so?”

I nod.

“Better watch that mouth of yours, Sunshine or I’m gonna put it to good use.”

“You must’ve read my mind.”

“Oh yeah? Why? You anxious to wrap those pretty lips around my cock, are you?”

I’m already sliding down him and getting into position. He’s impressive, all hard and turned on. Byme. If I allow myself to overthink it, I’m going to get stage fright. So I don’t. I remind myself to stay in the moment.

One thing I have always loved about Maverick is how he gets flustered when I tease him. The urge to bring what I know about him into our sexual situations makes it easier than if I were with a stranger. We have a history. A foundation. That should scare me. But it doesn’t.

I drag my fingers up the insides of his thighs, and he trembles. It thrills me to know I’m the one exciting him. As much as I want to take my time, I’m anxious to feel him. I wrap a hand around his length, so thick and so hard. When I lower my mouth to him, I draw him in slowly. My tongue slides up and down his cock, and he reacts with a grunt. As I close my mouth around him tightly and drag my teeth against his smooth skin, he sucks in a breath.

“Sunshine, you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.” His hand goes into my hair, mussying it up. And it’s hot.

I can’t help it, I release him and giggle. I am living for only this. To generate a reaction from him. And to please him. My grip tightens around him, and I take his cock in my mouth again. This time I suck in a purposeful rhythm. Gliding against him until the tip is nearly out and diving back down again. When he arches into me, pulsating against my mouth, it excites me to keep going and finish him off.

“You are so sexy,” he rasps.

And I feel it.

Beneath me, he nearly falls apart. Almost giving into the pleasure, into me. It feels like my life’s favorite accomplishment; Maverick coming undone because of me. It’s thrilling and unimaginable all at once.

He props himself up on his elbows before clasping my wrist and yanking me up.

“Get up here. I need to be inside you. Now.”

I swipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “But you didn’t get to finish.”

“Believe me, Sunshine, I’ll finish faster than I’d like to.” He sits up and fumbles through our piles of clothing in the semi-dark tent.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper. Worry slices through me.Is he having second thoughts?

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