I had no choice but to release my hold on his cock.
Maverick was then on his knees before me and quickly opened the small button of my jeans. His hands then slid against my hips, driving my jeans and panties down.
I stared at my right hand, groaning, picturing his cock still sliding against my palm.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered.
“I know, sweetie,” Maverick whispered back.
His left hand touched the back of my right leg, just under my ass.
It was almost ticklish but then warm chills soared throughout my body.
He helped me step out of my jeans and panties.
I used my right hand to grab at his hair.
“Kiss me,” I purred.
“My pleasure, sweetie,” he growled.
His lips pressed gently against my mound.
My hips bucked and my legs opened.
Maverick’s tongue then swept between my legs.
Then he began to kiss up my body.
“Mav,” I groaned.
“Trust me, sweetie,” he said.
He stood up, his lips racing along my body.
Up my stomach, between my breasts, my chest, my neck, then against my mouth.
Then he towered over me.
Staring down at me, taking deep breaths.
Both of my hands grabbed for his cock this time.
There was plenty to go around for both hands.
Trust me.
Maverick then took his jeans off. Finally.
His hands touched my hips and in one daring move, he grabbed me and jumped toward the bed.
We spun around and Maverick was on the bed first.
I instinctively straddled him, my hands grabbing at his shoulders.
His fingers climbed up the middle of my back.
I arched my back and groaned as he twisted the clasp of my bra.