Page 111 of Maverick

Her touch is driving me mad, setting every nerve ending alight. The need to touch her, to flip her back underneath me and take control, is almost overwhelming. But I want to see where she takes this, what she does next. I want to see the wanton, passionate woman who moves with such confidence.

Her eyes, dark and hazy, find mine, and she bites her lip, a gesture that's damn near my undoing. "Maverick," she breathes, and I feel my cock twitch in response. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

I feel anything but beautiful in this moment, all hard edges and needy, wanting nothing more than to feel her body under mine again, to watch her fall apart as I drive into her. But if she likes what she sees, I don't give a fuck what she calls it.

Her hand comes up, her thumb swiping gently across my lower lip, and I lean into the touch, capturing her thumb between my teeth. She hisses, her hips rocking gently, and her free hand fists in the sheet beside my head. I let go of her thumb, dragging my teeth along her knuckles, and she moans, her eyes fluttering closed.

My other hand comes up, cupping her jaw, guiding her closer so I can taste her again. But just as our lips are about to touch, she pulls back, a wicked smile curving her lips.

"Now, Maverick," she says, her voice a silken purr. "I believe it's my turn."

And with that, she shifts her weight, and I groan as she slides down my body, her hair trailing across my heated skin like a brand.

Oh, we're definitely getting that pillow.

I'm shaking with the effort of holding back, my breath coming in harsh gasps as she works my underwear down my legs, her hands maddeningly soft against my skin. She takes her sweet time, drawing the fabric down inch by inch, her fingers trailing lightly along my thighs, my calves, my feet.

The cool air hits me as the underwear clears my legs, and I hiss at the sudden sensation. But then she's back, her hands sliding up my legs, her touch sending sparks of electricity through my veins.

She settles herself between my legs, her eyes dark and unreadable, holding mine as she takes my cock in her hand, slowly pumping it. My hips buck at the contact, seeking more.

"God, Cady," I breathe, my voice rough with need. "Don't tease."

She just smiles, that wicked, playful smile that makes my stomach clench. Leaning down, she presses a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, her breath warm against my skin. "I'm not teasing," she murmurs. "I'm savoring."

Her lips trail up my thigh, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She pauses when she reaches the juncture of my thigh and hip, placing another soft kiss there, her breath tickling the sensitive skin.

"Please," I beg, my voice strained. "I need your mouth." This is so not how I pictured this going. My plan was to make her beg, not the other way around.

Am I going to do anything about it? Yeah.

Later.

She chuckles, the vibrations humming through me. "Patience, Counselor," she says, her lips moving against my skin. "Good things come to those who wait."

My low laugh is a mix of amusement and sheer torture. "I'm not known for my patience," I tell her, my hips arching off the bed, seeking the heat of her mouth.

"I noticed," she says, her eyes glinting with amusement. Slowly, torturously, she drags her tongue along the crease of my thigh, the tip just brushing the undersurface of my cock.

I hiss at the sensation, my hands fisting in the sheets. "Dammit, Cady. Please."

She hums, a playful sound that does nothing to ease the coil of tension inside me. Her eyes, bright with desire, meet mine. "What do you want, Maverick?" she asks softly, her thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

I can't take the game anymore. Arching my hips, I thrust gently into her hand, seeking the wet heat of her mouth. "Put your mouth on my cock," I order, my voice harsh with need. "Now."

That does it. "Yes sir," she says with a soft laugh, leaning down, her hair brushing my skin as she takes the head of my cock into her mouth.

Holy mother of God.

The sensation of her lips, soft and warm, wrapping around me is almost too much. I groan, my hips bucking involuntarily as she teases me with her tongue, swirling it around the head before taking me deeper.

She hollows her cheeks, sucking gently as she pulls back, and I feel the drag of her tongue along the underside of my cock.

It's too much. My head falls back, my hands clenching the sheets as I give myself over to the pleasure. She sets a brutal pace, taking me deep, swirling her tongue, sucking gently, one hand gently squeezing and rolling my balls. She's a fucking magician-witch-sex-goddess sent here to torture me.

This is the best day of my life.

The coil of tension inside me winds tighter with each stroke, the pressure building until I'm hovering on the edge of release.