Page 48 of Fumbled Love

He clenched his fists at his side. “I need you to tell me if something is too much. I don’t want to hurt you.” He swallowed. “Or the baby.”

“The baby and I will be fine. Now please get over here and make love to me.”

In two quick strides, he ate up the distance between us. I leaned forward on the couch and met him halfway. His knees landed on the cushion, and I wrapped my hands along his strong shoulders, needing him to come closer. He kissed me deeply, with a hunger like I’d never felt before. Unlike the last time we were together, this felt different.

There was desperation in his touch as his hands caressed my skin. I could sense his control snapping at how my body responded to him. He took a nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue along the tip. I moaned and dropped my head back, allowing the sensation to take over. It felt like my skin was on fire. Every lick was hot and searing. He took his time, scraping his bearded chin across my chest. He was way too good at this, and I was pretty sure I could come from his mouth alone.

I slid my hands down his thighs, feeling those strong muscles ripple under my touch. Tingles took flight as the heat of his body wrapped around mine. When I ran my fingertips along the crown, he hissed out a breath. My eager hands wrapped around his shaft and squeezed.

“Christ, Kinley.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Spread your legs.”

I did as I was told, and he shoved a finger in deep. My back arched off the cushions when he dropped his face to my clit. He sucked and licked, withdrawing every ounce of pleasure my body had. My cries filled the room every time he reached that bundle of nerves that set me off.

My hands gripped his hair and pushed his face tighter against my sex. Every touch made my body hum louder with pleasure. A part of me wanted to feel the relief of the orgasm, and the other wanted to draw this out for as long as possible. Everything in me tightened when he found that spot that brought me to the edge. He dragged his tongue roughly along my center as wave after wave started to wash through me. His name was on my lips as I crashed over the edge.

My body went limp as he took his time, kissing along my hips and briefly resting his head against my stomach. My fingers threaded through his hair, and I found myself memorizing the way his face relaxed right before his eyes grew intense. Every emotion, every touch, was heightened.

He settled his weight over the top of me and brushed the hair out of my eyes. “Did you enjoy the warmup?”

“I did.” My smile was lazy as I wrapped my legs along his back. “Now I’m ready for the grand finale.”

He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust forward without warning. “Good.” I cried out as he filled me completely. “Because that’s the best part.” My fingers clung to his shoulders as he slid out and drove in again. His hands, mouth, and movements were in all the right places. “Fuck, Kinley. No one has ever felt as good as you.”

Maverick moved relentlessly, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I shattered again. He rocked his hips into me, driving deeper and faster. Just from our one night together, he remembered what I liked, and lucky for me, he fucked like he played on the field. Fast and hard.Every thrust sent me higher and higher. He never slowed. He never went easy. He kept the punishing pace, determined to make me see stars. I swirled my hips, trying to bring him to the same place he had brought me minutes ago.

He squeezed his eyes shut and dug his fingers into my skin. “Kinley, unless you want this to end in about thirty seconds, you need to stop that.” I tried to move, seeing how far I could push him, but he held me still. “I swear to God, if you do that one more time, I’m going to haul you into my bedroom and tie you to my damn bed.”

That sounded like a pretty damned good idea to me.

“I need it harder.” I panted or moaned; I wasn’t sure. All I knew was I needed more.

“I’ll give you harder, but everything you’re doing right now will end this before we both want it to.”

I stopped squirming, and his muscles relaxed. “My God, woman, you’re trying to kill me.”

That was the last thing I wanted to do because I was pretty sure I was falling in love with him.

He continued sliding in and out while pressing kisses to my jaw and chin and moving down to my mouth in a soul-searing kiss.

“Maverick.” His name was a plea.

“I know what you need, sweetheart.” He withdrew and pushed in deeper.

I’m glad he knew because I had no idea how to express the emotion I was feeling. Happiness didn’t feel like a big enough word.

Seeing our bodies connect, the way he circled his hips and held me in place like there was a chance in hell I was getting up from this couch. The way his arms flexed, the way his jaw tightened was all I could focus on.

His tongue delved between my lips in a frenzy. I lifted my hips, trying to find the friction my body craved. He withdrew slowly and drove back in again. I was afraid no matter how deeply he filled me, that ache would never be sated.

Our eyes met, and I saw the emotion play across his features. The softness flickering in his eyes was unexpected. He was a man who was used to being in control, and I would be lying if I said that didn’t make me fall just a little bit more in love with him.

His movements began to quicken, and his pace was more powerful. Intimacy was never this intense. With Maverick, it was beautiful. It was perfection. It felt like a tumbling freefall. And I was utterly addicted.

One more thrust and my entire body shuddered around him. There was no other way to describe it. Maverick’s eyes pinched shut, and his legs tensed. He threw his head back as a rough groan vibrated from his throat.

His body collapsed beside me, and we lay there in silence in a post-orgasmic haze. His head dropped to mine, and he wrapped his arms around me. And just like last time, there was no awkward space filling us. There was no regret. There was just contentment.

My eyes fluttered open. “I think that was better than the first time.”

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