Page 40 of The Cleaner

"Maverick," I beg, my body trembling with need.

He continues to work his fingers and tongue, his every touch awakening new sensations, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I can hardly breathe at the intensity of it all. My body is shaking and quivering with each flick of his tongue.

"I'm going to come," I whimper, my voice hoarse with desire.

"Come for me, baby," he growls, his voice gravelly and low. "Come for me now."

And with that, I shatter, my body writhing and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I cry out his name, my body screaming with sensation as I come hard, my climax shuddering through me.

As I come down from my orgasm, I lie there, panting and shaking, completely spent. Maverick's hands are still between my legs, his fingers gently stroking me, stilling the last tremors.

He pulls his head up from doing his very skilled work and looks me in the eyes, his own filled with hunger and satisfaction. He brushes my hair back from my flushed face and leans down to kiss me, gently at first, then deepening the kiss as I reach up to wrap my arms around him. The kiss is hard and passionate. I get lost in everything that is him.

Pulling back slightly, he gazes into my eyes, his expression tender and possessive. "That was amazing," he whispers. “You’re so fucking beautiful, so fucking responsive.”

"It was," I agree, my voice ragged and filled with heat. I’ve just had my first orgasm and it was amazing, but I want more. I want him.

My heart races as his body hovers over mine, his eyes locked with mine in a moment that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. The rest of the world fades away, leaving only him and me.

I can feel my own body responding to his, my thoughts fading, and all I can feel is the pleasure he brings me.

He positions himself at my entrance, the pressure of his cock against me causing my breath to catch in my throat. Slowly, he begins to push forward, stretching me in a way I've never experienced before. The sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that makes me gasp for air.

"Relax," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

I try to comply, willing my body to loosen up under his touch. But as he continues to press into me, the discomfort only intensifies. I bite down on my lip, refusing to cry out and reveal just how much it hurts.

But he misreads my silence as enjoyment and picks up his pace, thrusting deeper and harder with each movement. The pain becomes sharp now, bringing tears to my eyes. My nails dig into his back instinctively, unsure if I want to pull him closer or push him away. A whimper escapes from between my gritted teeth before I can stop it.

He stops suddenly, concern etched on his features as he looks down at me. "Are you okay?" he asks gently, furrowing his brow.

I nod frantically, not trusting my voice to speak. I don't want him to stop, to think that I can't handle it. But a single tear betrays me by sliding down my cheek.

His face softens at the sight. "You're a virgin," he says quietly, more of an observation than a question.

Shame and embarrassment wash over me, and I turn my head away, unable to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry," I whisper, feeling small and inadequate.

But to my surprise, he doesn't withdraw or push me away. Instead, he cups my face gently in his hands and turns me back to face him. "Hey, it's okay," he murmurs soothingly, brushing a gentle thumb over my cheek. "We’ll go slow. Let you get used to me."

A wave of relief washes over me at his understanding words. As he starts to pull out, I instinctively wrap my legs around him, holding him in place. "No, please," I plead softly. "I want this. I want you."

He searches my eyes for any sign of hesitation before nodding and leaning down to kiss me deeply. As our tongues caress, I feel myself relaxing into his touch, the pain fading into a dull ache.

He begins to move again, but this time with deliberate slowness and care. With each gentle thrust, sparks of pleasure shoot through my body like electricity. I moan into his mouth as my hips rise to meet his in a perfect rhythm.

"That's it," he encourages in a husky voice, his hot breath tickling my ear. "Just let yourself feel the pleasure." His lips brush against my earlobe as he whispers sweet words of encouragement that only fuel the fire within me.

With every thrust, I’m moaning, groaning, and crying out with pleasure. I’ve never felt so alive, so wanted. I arch my back, pressing my breasts against his chest as I wrap my arms around him.

My hands roam freely over his muscular back. My pleasure rushes through me as he pounds into me. The way he bottoms out inside of me ignites a fire within me.

"Oh God," I moan, overwhelmed by the new sensations flooding my body. Every nerve ending feels alive and electrified.

He picks up the pace slightly, still mindful of my comfort. His lips trail kisses along my neck and collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. I tilt my head back, giving him better access as I lose myself in the moment.

"You feel so good," he murmurs against my skin. "So tight and wet for me."

His words send a fresh surge of arousal through me. I rock my hips to meet his thrusts, craving more friction. A coiling tension builds low in my belly with each thrust.

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