Page 159 of Face Off
“God. Yes. Just?—”
He cuts me off with his tongue, a teasing circle against my clit that has my hips lifting off the mattress and my fingers pulling on the ends of his hair. His moan vibrates against me, a deep sound that makes me wrap both legs around his neck, giving him nowhere to go.
“Heaven.” He licks a hot swipe of his tongue over my entrance. “Fucking heaven. Let me die here, Emmy girl.”
“If I don’t come, you just might,” I grit out, and his chuckle is an imprint on my skin.
“Guess it’s time to show you my best work.” Maverick slips his fingers out of me, and I whine at the loss. He drops my legs from his shoulders and works my underwear down, tossing them away. “Hang on, needy thing. I’m going to take care of you.”
He presses on my clit with his thumb, and my eyes flutter open to find him looking at me.
“I want to watch you,” he mumbles, his gaze bouncing to every inch of my body. “Want to watch you fall apart.”
A string inside me tightens. It grows taut when he holds me open, his tongue replacing his fingers and driving me wild.
I get what I asked for—it really is his best work. The rhythm I like and the way he gets me there; thoroughly and completely, his mouth never stopping and his touch never wavering. Maverick stays latched to me until my legs shake and my skin burns.
“Maverick,” I whisper. “I’m going to… please don’t stop. Right there. That feels so good.”
“Never, Emmy,” he says roughly against me. “I’ll be here forever.”
I know theherehe’s talking about is between my legs, but for half a second I pretend it’s a metaphor for something else.
By my side. With me. Loving me back and growing old. Bliss explodes in my blood, and I cry out, a hand on the back of his neck so he can’t pull away.
“All of it. I know you have more, baby.” Two fingers inside me and a palm on my stomach, and a second wave hits. “That’s my girl. There’s what I asked for. Doesn’t that feel good?”
I groan and ride the pleasure until my vision sparks with blurry colors. When the sensation subsides, I lift my arms above my head, trying to find air, but Maverick doesn’t give me a second to breathe.
“I’m not done with you.” I blink, and his shirt is already off. He steps out of his sweatpants and walks toward me, a hand around his thick cock and his eyes on me. “Sit up, Emmy, and open your mouth. Get it wet, and make it messy.”
I press up on my elbows and part my mouth. He rubs the head of his cock against my lips and smiles when my tongue sneaks out and licks away the pre-cum I find there.
I put my hand on him, my fingers curling around his erection and my mouth widening so he can get deeper. He hits the back of my throat, and I stare at him, silently telling him I can take more.
Maverick pulls down one of the cups of my bra and pinches my nipple. His touch dances up my chest to my throat and his palm settles around my neck.
“Talked to my tattoo artist yesterday.” He bucks his hips forward, and I groan against his cock. “I have an appointment next week. I wasn’t joking about puttingmineon the back of my hand. I want to see it every time I touch you. A pretty necklace for my pretty girl.”
I press my thighs together, moisture pooling between my legs at the thought of him putting a permanent piece of me on his skin. I nod, wanting to convey how much I like the idea, and he grins bright and beautiful.
I pop him out of my mouth and stroke his length. A drop of drool hangs on the corner of my lips, and he reaches out, wiping it away with his thumb.
“Wet. Messy. Perfect,” he says.
“And yours,” I add, scooting back across the mattress toward the pillows. I relax against the headboard and tip open my legs, touching myself where he was before. “Come and take what’s yours, Maverick.”
He moves lightning quick, on the bed in a flash and straddling my hips. He holds the back of my head, fingersthreading through my knotted hair and bringing his mouth down to mine.
“There’s nothing I want more.” Maverick lines himself up with my entrance, and glances up at me. “Okay?”
“Yeah.” I rub my hands down his arms and leave nail marks on the curve of his muscles. “It’s always okay with you.”
He kisses me at the same time he thrusts forward and fills me. Maverick swallows down my moan, a soft bite to my lower lip to help me work through the stretch.
“I’ve got you,” he says, forehead against mine and a bead of sweat on his cheek. “God, Emmy. I can’t believe I get to have you like this.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re eight inches inside of me.” I gasp when he lifts one of my legs, holding it against his side and sinking another inch deeper. “Fuck.”
