Maverick (Elite Ops 2)

Could she? Did she dare not? These were the memories that would sustain her when he left, when it was all over. And if the worst happened and Orion won, then she would have her memories in death. She wouldn’t die regretting that she hadn’t taken every touch, every adventure.

Rising to her knees, she swallowed tightly, pushed back the hesitancy, the instinctive fear of the unknown. No matter how powerful the sensations, she knew Micah would ground her.

“Like this, baby.” He guided her. His hands on her thigh, her hip, until she straddled his face and stared down along his body.

Risa shivered at the unfamiliar position. Longing, excitement, and wariness surged through her at the sight of his erection, fully engorged and heavily veined as it rose along his lower stomach.

Exhilaration surged through her as well as tingles of awareness that not only had he opened himself to her touch, but she was more fully exposed to his as well.

“Go slow,” she panted as she leaned over him. “Let me pleasure you, Micah.”

His hips shifted, lifting to her as she gave in to her first impulse and licked down the long shaft.

“You’ll destroy me.” His arms curved over her hips, his hands gripped the cheeks of her rear and pulled her lower.

But he was destroying her. When she had asked for “slow,” she meant to ask for mercy, because his caresses had the ability to steal her mind. She should have asked him to have mercy.

She should lift her head and ask for mercy now, but each time her tongue stroked beneath the crest of his cock, she could feel the response of his body. His tongue grew bolder, his hands clenched her rear, separated the cheeks, and she felt a flare of response in nerve endings that should never be responding.

Gripping the heavy length of his erection with one hand, she lifted it until her lips could cover the throbbing cock head. He retaliated. His tongue speared inside her vagina, flexing and licking as a startled cry tore from her lips.

His fingers eased the dampness spilling from her pussy back along her rear crevice to the tiny entrance there. They caressed with diabolical precision until Risa became lost in the sensations, mindless to anything but the pleasure consuming her, even as she consumed him.

Risa filled her mouth with the heated male flesh, suckled the broad head, and caressed the shaft with her fingers. She worked her mouth along it, feeling him tighten, hearing his groan as his hips shifted sharply, burying a fraction more between her lips.

She felt the first clench of the hard flesh and knew he was close. She was affecting that amazing control he had.

She could have broken it, but at the moment she sensed he was ready to break, his hand landed on her upturned rear in a heated, heavy caress.

Her mouth jerked back to draw in precious oxygen as a cry tore from her throat. Every muscle in her body tightened as his lips covered her clit, sucked it inside with devastating results as his hand landed again.

Dazed, motionless, she let the sensations wash over her, through her. She accepted the results for the striking pleasure-pain now tearing through her.

As the fourth light slap sounded against her flesh, and fire poured through her senses, she heard the muted wail that fell from her lips. Ecstasy was so close. She could feel it pulsing through her veins, building in her womb.

“Damn you.” His lips jerked back from her clit as one hand slid up her back and pressed at her shoulders. “Suck me, Risa. Take my cock back into your sweet mouth, love, or we stop this here and now.”

Stop? If he stopped, she might die.

Her head lowered, but her hips did as well. She pressed the too-sensitive folds against his mouth, writhed her hips, and cried out around the flesh filling her mouth as his tongue sank inside the greedy depths of her pussy.

She was awash in sensations now. Waves of them rushed over her, through her. His hand landed against her rear again and sanity became no more than a memory of who and what she h

ad once been. Frightened. Untouched by pleasure. She wasn’t the woman she had been then. She was Micah’s woman. She belonged, in this moment, for eternity, to this man.

Her hips churned into his caresses as her mouth sucked at the throbbing cock head. She tasted his essence as a sharp burst of it filled her mouth. She sucked him deeper, harder, and as he eased more of her juices back, she felt the tip of his finger enter her, working inside her even as his other hand landed on the cheek of her rear again.

Too many sensations rushed through her at once. His tongue pumped inside her in hard, driving strokes. His chin caressed her clit, his hand landed against her rear, and a finger slid inside the tiny untouched entrance he had found between the cheeks of her ass.

Her screams were muted around his cock. She tightened until she felt as though she were going to break. When she was certain she could bear no more, it exploded inside her.

Her hips bucked until he wrapped one arm around them, holding her to his mouth as his tongue pumped harder inside her and his finger delved deeper. Explosions of fire, sensations so sharp, so violently pleasurable, tore through her until Risa swore she felt her soul explode with the ecstasy of it.

Her mouth was filled with the taste of him. His release spurting inside the suckling confines as his hips arched to her.

She was lost in the wonder of him. Lost in the sharp, mindless explosions that tore through her own body until he finally eased her free of them and left her limp and panting as he shifted his hips and drew the still-engorged flesh from her lips.

She moaned as he moved her.