I definitely wanted to fuck her again.
I wanted a casual relationship where we didn’t talk about it all the time. It seemed like she could handle it. After all, she was the one who assumed I would become obsessed with her…which was ridiculous.
So I went for it.
I rolled toward her then dug my hand into her hair, capturing her attention as I lowered my head. My lips found hers, tasting like butter from the popcorn. My free hand snaked up her thigh until my fingers felt the soft material of her panties. Once my mouth was on hers, I felt the electricity burn my spine from top to bottom. It even hit my dick, making it twitch with a jolt. My shoulder screamed in agony, but that wasn’t enough to stop me.
Her lips were hesitant at first because she hadn’t been expecting my kiss. But once she felt it, her hand went to my bare chest, and she dug her long nails into me. After a few breaths, she kissed me harder, giving me her tongue right from the beginning.
She was a damn good kisser.
We fell into a rhythm naturally, taking and giving in perfect succession. I knew how to suck her bottom lip to make her nails dig into me a little harder, and she did a sexy swipe with her tongue that was so amazing, my dick nearly broke through my sweatpants. I could feel the hardness of her ring whenever she touched me, the piece of jewelry that bonded her to me in the eyes of the world.
I gripped the back of her panties and slowly started to pull them down, but I stilled when I felt the pain in my shoulder. A hot explosion of agony ran through the nerves and made me still.
Arwen stopped kissing me when she felt me tense up. The arousal slowly died away in her gaze, replaced by concern. It was the same way she looked at me when she realized I’d been shot. It was like she really cared…which was more than most people could say.
My lips returned to hers because I wanted to keep going. I refused to give in to weakness, to let my pain hold me back. I’d been shot before, and I kept up my daily routine, not letting my injury become a handicap. Even if it hurt more this time around, I wouldn’t let it slow me down.
She gripped my healthy arm and forced me to roll to my back. “Maverick, you’re injured.”
“I’m fine.” I moved up again.
She pushed me back down, creating a burst of strength that belied her small stature. “No.”
“No one tells me no.”
“Well, that’s about to change.” She kept one hand planted on my chest then straddled my hips, sitting right on my hard dick and keeping me still. “The more you push yourself, the longer it’ll take to heal.”
“You think I care?”
“You should. And why hurt yourself doing something I could do?” She grabbed her shirt and slowly peeled it over her head, revealing her perfect body in a black bra. She tossed the shirt aside then reached behind her back to unclasp it.
Once her tits were on display, I shut my mouth. Perky and round, they were the nicest pair of tits I’d ever seen. Lovely flesh with small nipples, they were perfect for tit-fucking. They were also perfect for staring at. My cock twitched against her bottom.
She ran her fingers through her hair then flipped it over one shoulder, regarding me with a cool and confident gaze. Now she sat in just her panties, a cute pink thong that looked so beautiful against her pale skin.
My fingers found their way into the material, getting wrapped up in the lace as my breathing increased. My cock could already imagine how tight her pussy was, how good it felt to be inside her. He twitched harder against her, excited for the panties to disappear so he could slide right in.
She grabbed the top of my sweatpants and boxers and pulled them down, letting my eager cock come free, already drooling at the tip. She moved my bottoms until my balls were free of the fabric before she climbed back up my body and held herself on top of me, her long brown hair dragging across my skin.
My hands immediately went to her tits, my thumbs brushing across her pebbling nipples. I squeezed the firm flesh and looked into her eyes, no longer frustrated that I wasn’t the one on top.
She leaned down and kissed me, giving me her tongue right away.
I moaned into her mouth and squeezed her tits, slipping away into the cloud of sex.
She kissed me with the same sexiness as before, taking her time when she felt my lips. When her tongue swiped across mine, it was the sexiest thing ever. Even when she took all the control, she somehow made it sexy. I was always in charge—but I didn’t mind handing over the reins.