Page 102 of Explorer's Revenge
“Control me?” she finishes, as if sensing what I need.
I swallow, my jaw clenching in embarrassment, but she trails her finger across it, a smile curling her lips. “Who said you couldn’t?” Leaning in, she hovers over my lips. “Take what you want, Aiy. I guarantee I want it too.”
I freeze, her words hanging in the air until she leans back. “Well?” Her hands rest on top of her thighs. The only sign she feels as antsy as I do is the slight tremble in her voice and the rapid rise of her chest.
Wetting my lips, I debate if I can follow through, but I want this. I don’t know if I’ll be able to perform, since she would be the first woman I have ever been with voluntarily, but all the times before, I was never in charge, and it was taken. This time, I want it.
I want her, and maybe with Maeve, I can find that part of me again—the part they stole and ruined.
She’s healed so many other parts of me I had given up on, so why not this one?
With shaking hands, I reach behind me and remove my shirt, dropping it to the blanket. She inhales, watching me for a moment to make sure I’m okay before her eyes dip to my chest and rove over my skin.
I know what I look like. I’ve been called pretty since I was a kid, told I was attractive. It was a curse then, but as she looks into my eyes with awe and lust, it feels like a blessing to earn her desire.
Standing, more confident now, I unbuckle my belt and remove it. The sound is loud as I drop it on the blankets and then tug my zipper down. Her breathing picks up and she glances from my eyes to my hands, and something comes over me—a feeling of control from knowing I’m doing this to her.
The shake in my hands lessens, and I slide my pants and boxers down, stepping out of them. My hard cock points toward her, knowing what it wants.
Her inhale is loud, and when I meet her eyes again, they burn with desire. “You’re stunning, Aiyaret,” she whispers. It’s not a disgusted sneer or command. It’s an awe-filled compliment meant to make me feel good, and it does.
“I know.” It’s not pride, just the truth, but my cheeks heat.
I’ve taken back my body with Way, but with Maeve, I want to regain my soul.
I need her just like she needs me. Dropping to my knees, I crawl toward her and push her back so she tumbles into the blankets and I’m above her.
I’m still shy, but the more she looks at me like that, the quicker my hesitancy seems to disappear, until we have our own little nest. Everything else strips away, leaving nothing but two beings who want to crawl inside each other.
She waits, her chest rubbing against mine, and I pin her until I can’t take it anymore. I want to touch her, but I need to focus on that, so an idea comes to mind.
Grabbing my discarded belt, I wrap it around her wrists, careful it isn’t too tight, and then I lift her hands and hook them above her. “Is your shoulder okay like that?” I ask carefully, knowing she’s still undergoing therapy for it.
“Fine.” She wiggles her hips impatiently. “Aiyaret.”
“Hmm?” I lean down, press my nose to her neck, and inhale deeply. She smells of smoke from the fire, and under that is her scent. “You smell good.”
She shivers as I run my nose across her collarbone and down between her breasts before I slide my lips over her nipple in a teasing, open-mouthed kiss. She whines, lifting her chest, but I only suck her nipple into my mouth when I want to, and when she moans, I pull back and turn my attention to the other one. I kiss and lick around her nipple until she’s panting, her hands twisting above her. I watch her reactions, obsessed with them, but she still doesn’t stop me.
Maeve is always in control, even now, so she could quickly flip the script, but she doesn’t, and I fall even more in love with her as she lets me have this.
Biting her nipple, I listen to her hiss as she writhes below me, but then I soothe it as she lifts her chest for more. Grinning, I lick up her neck to her chin, placing a kiss there before I meet her bright eyes for a moment.
When I lick her lips, I taste beer, and I love it. “Does your pussy taste as sweet?” She startles at my words, and I hum. “I guess I’ll find out. Way and I have a bet.”
Sliding down her body, I part her thighs and look at her.
“What kind of bet?” she asks, her voice hoarse.
Settling between her thighs, I grin up at her. “The kind we’ll both win,” I answer before I seal my mouth on her pussy, tasting as much of her as I can.
I was right. She’s sweet—sweeter than her pretty mouth. She drips on my tongue, and I groan, licking every inch of her asher hips wiggle. Maeve lets me play, lets me torture her until she’s shaking, and then all it takes is for me to bite her swollen clit, and she arches with a scream, her release tightening her muscles. I sit back and watch her, my cock leaking at the sight.
“I want to feel you do that when I’m inside you,” I murmur. I used to hate it and want it. It meant it was over and I was free, but now I want to experience it so many times so I can memorize every facet of her release.
Slumping into the blankets, she pants and slowly opens her eyes. “Then do it,” she says, her voice thick.
Climbing to my knees, I reach into my wallet and pull out a condom—a habit for her and Way. I open the packet, toss it aside, and roll the condom down my length, stroking my cock as she watches. I know it will feel better once I’m inside her, so I toss her legs over my shoulders. Her ass presses against me as I notch my tip at her entrance, her eyes wide as she grips the belt to hold on.
