Love You In The Dark

Maverick slowed his assault as I came down from my release but kept pushing into me, a slow and gentle rhythm that prolonged the delicious sensations rolling through my body. I panted and clutched at the straining muscles of his biceps as his tongue trailed down my chest. He pulled away for an instant, angling his hips into mine to hold me against the wall.

His lips attached to my nipple and sucked fiercely, elongating the pebbled peak further. He slowly built up a steadier rhythm with his thrusts as he sucked and nipped and teased with his tongue. I held his head tightly to my chest, my body begging him for more even though my nerves were so oversensitive I wasn’t sure I could withstand it, before crumbling at his feet. He pulled at my nipple with his teeth, the pain shooting through my body and landing in a new and delicious sensation of pleasure at my clit.

My eyes focused on his beautiful lips as he pulled away and sucked his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes trained at the point where our bodies were connected. He had a clear view, thrusting in and out of me, worshiping me, pleasuring me, and my heart leapt into my throat as I watched him watching us, an errant lock of hair falling into his eyes, the dark shadow of his eyelashes caressing his cheekbones. He was biting his lip so hard it was turning white as I took pleasure from the pleasure he got watching us.

“Fuck,” he gritted through his teeth. He looked up at me and a smile lifted his beautiful, sculpted lips. I captured them with my own. I needed to feel them. I never wanted to stop feeling them on my skin ? my body ? my lips. He continued to slam into me methodically, as one of his palms slid down my leg to reach my clit. He massaged and pinched and slid his fingers through my swollen flesh and back up again. Choked groans escaped my throat as he played my body like an instrument.

My fingers clenched in his hair and I leaned my head into the crook of his neck and bit into his shoulder as another, even more powerful wave of pleasure cascaded down my body, the sensations wracking every nerve I had. I cried out in pleasure as his body held me tightly and he came with a shudder. I held him in my arms as his body shook and he emptied into me.

Our breathing came back to normal as he held me to him, his head still tucked firmly into my neck. His sweat-slicked skin beneath my fingers, his damp, golden hair tickling my cheek, our bodies pressed together, skin to skin. Hard angles and soft curves.

We were a contradiction, and I’d forgotten how much I loved it in every way.

Chapter 7

Jade

I felt like a whore.

I knew logically it was just sex–sex with someone I’d wanted my entire life. Amazing, earth-shattering, mind-numbing, body-singeing sex. For a guy who said he’d never been with anyone, he sure knew how to bang like an adult film star with years of experience. I still found it hard to believe. I thought guys blew their load as soon as a girl touched their dick the first time. Maverick was either lying or a complete anomaly. I should have felt good. I should have been happy, but instead I felt like a harlot.

The quiet calm of the pitch-black room suffocated me. A flood of shame wrapped its arms around me, holding me so tightly that it restricted my ability to breathe. I wanted my first time to be special, maybe with roses strewn along the bed, with champagne and chocolates–that ridiculous girl dream. I should have known the reality would be messy, dirty and devilishly delightful instead.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Maverick interrupted the silence, his words a sledgehammer to my over-thinking brain. I turned my head as my eyes tried to focus on his face in the darkness. Even then, I could see the same kindness and light I’d seen when we were teenagers.

When I didn’t respond right away, Maverick shifted until he was supporting his weight on his left elbow and raised his right hand, gently gliding his fingers on my cheeks. My eyes fluttered closed at his touch, savoring the feel of his calloused hands. I could feel my fears melting slowly, but still, that sickening feeling down deep in my stomach remained. “Talk to me, beautiful.” He turned my face to him.

I opened my eyes, dreading what I may find in his. “This was a mistake,” I finally whispered. I’m not sure what I was expecting him to do, but what he did next knocked the wind out of me. Maverick bent his head down to mine, our foreheads touching.