Page 114 of Wilds of Wonder
“That night I went home and I stroked myself.” His voice dropped low. “I came thinking about the ways I could lift that cloak of yours up and slip inside of you from behind.”
“I want that,” I said. “Let’s do that.”
“Oh, we will,” he said. “Just not yet. Right now, I want to see your face when I make you come. I want to know what expressions you make when I’m buried inside of you so that the next time I do the same thing from behind you, I don’t have to use my imagination. I’ll have a perfect picture already there in my mind. And I want you to have that same opportunity, to see what you do to me, Emory Von Lucas.”
“Mm,” I hummed, reaching down and grabbing his cock. I rubbed my palm over that moistened tip, then gave his shaft a few strong pumps that made him shudder.
I released him, and he pushed his hard length against my slit, rolling the tip around my clit. He was so close to being inside me, and I wanted it so badly... but when I’d done this before, it had always hurt, felt so uncomfortable.
I tensed for a moment, and he paused, peering at me. “If this isn’t the right time, you can let me know. We have a lot going on. Tomorrow we’ll be descending back out into the Wilds.”
“No.” I cupped his face. “It’s not that.” I hesitated. “Sex has never felt good for me. I’ve only been with one man.” I groaned. “I don’t want to talk about him right now.”
His jaw locked. “Neither do I, but I think we need to. Gregory was a sad excuse of a husband, of a man. I’m going to make a guess that most of the time when you had sex with him, you didn’t want to. That you weren’t wet for him like you are for me.”
“No,” I said. “Not ever.”
He nodded and kissed my forehead. “I think this will be different because you want me.” His pushed his cock and it slipped up and down between my folds so effortlessly. “Because you love me.”
“I do love you.” My smile grew at the words. “So much.”
“And I love you,” he said. “So if I had to guess, this is going to feel really good for both of us. But if it doesn’t—if anything feels off or wrong or painful, you let me know and we’ll stop and we’ll figure it out. Together.”
It was the words I needed to hear, my body already relaxing, melting under his. Gregory never cared how I felt. If I cried out in pain or if I couldn’t breathe under his heavy body, he’d just keep ramming into me until he got his release. Of course Maverick wouldn’t do that.
I arched into him, just enough so his tip pushed against my entrance, and we both gasped at the contact.
“Do you want to go farther?” he asked.
I nodded. I wanted it so desperately.
Holding my gaze, he thrust in, his hard length sliding into me so easily, my body ready for him, begging for him. He stopped halfway and grimaced, and I knew it was taking all his self-control to stop.
“Does this feel good?” he asked, eyes searching my face.
“Yes.” I pulled his face to mine so I could kiss him, and he pushed all the way in. I gasped against his mouth as he filled me, then rolled my hips, and both of us moaned at the movement.
“I want to take this slow,” he said. “But I’ve been dreaming of this moment for six years.”
“No.” I shook my head, rolling my hips again so that his hard length slipped out and back in.
He groaned. “Oh, fuck.”
“Slow has never been our pace,” I said through heated breaths. “And I don’t want to change that now.”
“Thank the fucking spirits,” he said, then slammed back inside of me.
He plowed into me in short quick bursts that had my body thrumming. I rocked my body to match his rhythm, his pelvis slapping againstmine. He ground into me so that with each movement, his pelvis rubbed into my clit, creating that friction I so desperately needed.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms twining around his neck. He slowed his pace, staying buried in me while shifting his hips to rock in deep, rhythmic movements.
The pulse between my legs grew and spread like a web so that I felt him in every part of my body. It was like I was fire and ice at the same time: melting and hardening and melting again. Over and over until my body was on the verge of shattering in the absolute best way.
Maverick pressed his forehead to mine. “I want to come inside of you. I want you to feel my cock while I’m coming.”
Spirits below, that sounded so good. I didn’t even know why or what, exactly, those words awoke inside of me, I just knew that I was living for them. That those words were tipping me closer over the edge.
“Maverick,” I moaned, and his cock pulsed, showing me exactly what I did to him.
