Page 86 of Resilient Rhythms
“Ah,” I murmur. I did read that somewhere. I gentle my touch, pushing her shirt up so I can dip my head and replace my fingers with my mouth. Soft and easy, I run my tongue over her nipple and she shivers. “A lot more sensitive,” I comment.
Mckenna laughs but lies back and lets me love on her. I take my time, enjoying how responsive she is to the slightest pressure. I move my hand lower, dipping it in between her thighs. She moans and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
“I love seeing you come apart for me,” I tell her, drawing her nipple into my mouth. Pushing her panties to one side, I dip two fingers inside and groan at the moisture that coats them. “You’re already so wet for me.”
“Need you, Maverick.”
“You have me, beauty. Always,” I remind her, dragging her want up to her clit. I massage her slowly, continuing to lap at her breasts, to kiss up the column of her neck, to find her delectable mouth.
She reaches for me, but I dodge her, pressing my hard length into the side of her body as I continue to stroke her sweetness. “There’s no rush, sweetheart. We have the whole day.”
Mckenna moans. I capture the sound with my mouth and push two fingers inside her, curling them. She grips my shoulders.
“Maverick,” she pants.
“Hmm?” I remove my fingers, circle her clit, and enter her channel again. I keep the pace slow, keep her body hovering in the space between desire and pleasure. Expectation and satisfaction. I draw it out, savoring the feel of her silky folds, getting drunk on her sweet scent, and loving the way she kisses me with an edge of recklessness.
“Please.”
“I’m here, beauty. Right here.” I shimmy down her body and this time, replace my hand with my mouth at her most sensitive place.
“Ohh,” she moans out, widening her legs to give me more access.
I drag my tongue over her pussy before focusing my attention on her clit. As I suck and lick at the bundle of nerves, I push my fingers inside of her, pumping slowly.
“Mav! I’m—” Mckenna breaks off as she crests the wave of her orgasm. Her body shudders as it breaks apart and I love watching her entire being vibrate with pleasure.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
“Come here.” She reaches for me.
I move up her body and she tucks her hands into the waistband of my boxers. With one sharp tug, my cock springs free. She fists it expertly and I swear.
“It’s my turn,” Mckenna huffs, pushing my shoulder until I roll onto the bed. She hovers over me, tossing one leg over my legs until she’s straddling me.
And then, she sinks onto me, inch by glorious inch, and I see stars. There’s something undeniably sexy about a woman taking control of the moment. But when the woman is my wife, the mother of my baby, the love I never thought I deserved, a wave of emotion builds with the physical desire pumping through my blood. I want her, need her, crave her, fucking love her with an intensity I’ve never experienced before.
My hands find her hips as she continues to bounce on top of me, holding for a beat at the bottom to grind against me. I cry out, gripping her harder as I rock upwards, needing more friction, needing everything she’s giving me.
“That’s it. Ride me, beauty. Ride my cock.”
“So good,” she sighs. “It’s so good.”
I slide my hand from her hip to her lower abdomen, holding the slightest swell that’s forming there. She covers my hand with hers, lacing our fingers together, as she increases the pace.
Forcing myself to lean upwards, I band my other arm around her back. Digging deep for some fucking core strength, I balance until I’m able to latch onto one large breast. I suckle on her pretty titty as she cries out, grasping the back of my head with her other hand.
She moves faster. “Maverick, oh God, please, Mav.”
“Ride me, beauty. Fuck me hard,” I growl, pressing my lips into the soft mound of her breast.
She comes for me again, her body shattering on my cock. I hold her tighter, pistoning my hips up for three more thrusts until I fucking unravel. I spill inside my beauty and drop back,taking her with me until she’s splayed across my chest. We’re both panting, our skin sticky and sweet.
“Fuck, Mckenna. You make me lose my damn mind,” I say, pushing her hair out of her face.
“That was so good, Maverick. So good. It felt…different.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Different how?”
