Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 136296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
My clit throbs from all the grinding, and I swear if he keeps it up, there’s a chance I’ll come without him touching me below the waist. I’m right at the edge when he kisses between my breasts and starts to head lower. His hair tickles my stomach as he passes my navel. He pushes up, folding back on his knees. His fingertips skim the waistband of my leggings. “Is it okay if I take these off?”
“I would love that, yes.” The less I’m wearing, the better.
I lift my hips, and he hooks his fingers into the waistband, dragging them down my legs.
I start to push my panties over my hips to be helpful, but Maverick covers my hands with his. “I’d like to do that, if it’s okay with you.”
“You getting me naked is absolutely okay,” I assure him.
He grins and bends to kiss the space below my navel.
“Now?” I ask, annoyed that I sound all breathy and desperate.
“Soon.”
Twenty
Every Little Piece of You
Maverick
When she groans my name, I laugh. “Patience, Clover. I’ve been waiting months to get back into bed with you. You can wait a few more minutes before I take your panties off.”
“A few minutes? Don’t you mean seconds?”
“No, but it can be longer, if you keep trying to rush me.” I stretch out between her legs, getting comfortable.
“I need you to touch me.”
“I will. I promise.” I kiss the inside of her right thigh, then lift my gaze as I press my lips against the fabric between her thighs. Parting them, I press my tongue against the cotton, then catch it between my teeth, right over her clit, and pull, releasing it with a quick snap.
Clover sucks in a shocked, needy breath, and I loop my arms around her thighs as I lick up the seam, teasing her for long minutes, enjoying her soft sighs and pleas for more. I hook a finger into the crotch of her panties, and my knuckle glides over her clit.
She bucks and moans. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“The feeling’s mutual.” I bite the inside of her thigh.
“Just, please,” she gripes.
“Please what, Clover? Tell me what you want.” I splay a hand over her stomach when she tries to lift her hips off the bed.
“I want your tongue on me. I want you to make me come with your mouth.”
“You mean like this?” I pull her panties to the side and lick the length of her, tongue flat against her clit before I cover it with my mouth and suck.
“God, yes.” She shoves her hands in my hair and holds me there—as if I’m planning to move anytime soon. I taste her, lick and nibble and suck, relishing every last gasp and sigh.
Her toes curl against my sides, and a low, guttural moan escapes as the first orgasm sweeps over her.
“Fuck, I missed this,” I murmur against her skin.
“Me too,” she whispers.
I give her a minute to recover before I start again, tongue swirling and stroking, dragging up and down the length of her, dipping inside before I latch onto her clit, alternating soft suction with gentle teeth until she comes again.
I swipe a hand across my mouth and sit back on my knees. I rid her of her panties, then shuck off my pants, leaving me in a pair of black boxer briefs. My erection nudges the inside of her thigh as I tuck my knees under hers and spread her legs wide.
“You are fucking gorgeous.” I brush a thumb over her clit. “Every inch of you.” I drag my fingers lower and ease a single one inside, pumping several times before adding a second. When I curl them forward, Clover’s eyes flutter closed for a moment.
“There it is. That’s what I was looking for.” I withdraw, sucking my fingers into my mouth, groaning at the taste of her. “I could eat you all night.”
“I’d rather you fuck me all night.”
She reaches out and tries to pull me on top of her, but I ease my fingers back inside. “I am fucking you.”
“With your cock, not your fingers.” She groans when I curl them again.
I shake my head. “Not yet. We’ve been here before, Clover. You’re not ready.”
She stops arguing as I hover over her and drop to my elbow, the fingers of my other hand still moving inside her. Instead, she clutches my wrist and rides my hand to yet another orgasm.
Her hips drop back to the mattress, and she flops against the pillow. “You’re a master at multiples.”
“Anytime you’re looking to stockpile orgasms, all you have to do is call. I’ll drop whatever I’m doing and let you ride my hand or my face.”
She laughs and then groans as I curl my fingers again, easing them out one at a time, my lips brushing over hers with each withdrawal.
“And then your cock, obviously.” Clover pushes on my chest and I shift so I’m on my back.