Page 28 of Mania
She seems to have calmed down in the span of a few seconds.
She focuses back on me. The silence is so thick between us that I can hear thetick, tick, tickof my watch.
Her gaze turns to yearning. “I need you,” she says softly.
I try not to focus on the anguish bleeding through her voice, needing to know she’s not hurt—that she’s safe. “Maeve, what happened to your neck?” My voice cracks with the need to hold her in my arms.
“Not now, Hazel, not now,” she says desperately. “I need you,” she repeats.
My chest cracks open, my heart bleeding for her and only her. Again, I try to step closer, and this time she doesn’t move. Two more quick steps and I pull her into my arms, tilting her chin up. “You already have me,” I breathe against her lips.
She barely lets me finish before she kisses me, her mouth just as ravenous as mine. My hands weave into the hair at the base of her neck. My grip tightens as our kiss deepens in intensity the more we press our bodies together. Maeve’s fingers tug my shirt, pulling me into her. The carnality of a simple touch—the simple press of her body on mine after solong has me groaning into her mouth as I move us toward the bed.
When the backs of her legs connect with the mattress I pitch our bodies down, and I land on top of her without ever breaking the kiss.
There’s a frenzied haste to our actions, my heart slamming hard against my chest to the beat of a crazed staccato.
“This time I won’t stop.” I breathe hard against her lips, my hand groping her breast with a firm squeeze. “Don’t tell me to stop, I can’t, I won’t.”
“Don’t,please, don’t,” she rasps as she claws at my shirt, trying to pull it up my back and over my head.
I break away, tugging it off myself, but don’t bother with the same courtesy with her tank top, ripping it in half instead. Her eyes widen in surprise, but her back arches up as if craving more of this crazed energy I can’t seem to tame.
Maeve appears to read the demand on my face before I have to speak it. Unclasping her bra, her heated gaze pinned to mine while I forcibly tug on her cotton shorts, yanking her panties off her legs in one fell swoop.
While I throw her shorts over my shoulder, Maeve scrambles up the bed on her back and I follow her up. A slow prowl, on my hands and knees, my smile as devilish as I feel.
I stop when I reach her knees, pulling her legs wide open and dropping down onto my stomach. I pause, taking in the delicacy that is Maeve Fortune.
Her pussy glistens with dripping desire, and I drag a finger up her slit to feel it soak my skin. Her breathy whine at my touch goes straight to my cock, but I keep my eyes cast down, focused on the sheer beauty of her perfect pussy when I ask, “Are you offering up all of yourself to me, dream girl?”
She squirms, letting out a low moan packed with need, and I chuckle darkly, my gaze sliding up to meet hers.
“Give me all of you and I’ll offer you everything that is left of me,” she whispers with a twinge of angst. My heart explodes in my chest with the weight of her words, but all it does is make me ache that much more with carnal need.
I run a lazy finger over her clit and her gaze darkens as her fingers pluck one of her peaked nipples, the other hand curling into my hair and tugging me forward.
My cock is painfully hard as it presses into my pants, and I can barely control the urge to mindlessly fuck the mattress for some fleeting relief.
“Careful what you ask for, dream girl.” I push a thick finger into her pussy, and she quivers around me. Our gazes are still locked together. “All of mewants to fuck you full of my seed and put a baby in you.”
“Hazel,” she says, my name on her lips dripping with need.
Her soaked walls squeeze around me and I laugh hungrily before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking it into my mouth. I slip a second, then a third finger into her cunt, rhythmically pumping in and out while I lick and suck her swollen clit again and again.
“Oh my god,” she mewls, and by the way she pushes my head harder into her pussy and the slow twist of her hips, I can tell she’s close. I force a fourth finger inside, slowly stretching her wide. It only takes a few drags of my tongue over her sensitive clit for her to come, gushing all over my hand.
I hum in crazed hunger, licking the spoils of her orgasm. But nothing can satiate me like the purest of visions of sinking into her warm cunt once and for all.
Pushing myself up onto my knees, I unbuckle my belt. I grin like a madman, watching Maeve’s hooded eyes fall to my waist as my cock springs free. I don’t bother to take them off completely, not when her cunt is begging for me to stretch her wide and full.
Grabbing her thighs with both hands, my thumbs dig into her skin as I drag her toward me, and the small giggle that bursts over her lips has my head fucking spinning.
I fall to one elbow, my face now close to hers and wrap a hand around my shaft, guiding it to her entrance.
“Touch me,” I say. It’s more like a plea. A prayer I never thought would be answered, until now.
Her gaze softly focuses on me and I can barely form a thought before she wraps her hands around my neck and pulls me into a wet, heated kiss.