Chapter Forty-Six
MADISON
“Mav… oh, Mav… Maverick!”
My back arched and his hands ran up my body to my sides.
His thumbs dug into my ribs and I collapsed to the bed and started to laugh.
“Stop tickling me!” I cried out. “I’m having an orgasm!”
Maverick picked his head up from between my legs and smiled. “You fucking taste so good right now, sweetie.”
“Shut up, stop tickling me and keep licking.”
“Got it,” he said. “No tickling. Just licking.”
Maverick moved his hands over my breasts and cupped them tight.
I placed my hands to his and demanded him to dig harder.
That warm rush moved throughout my body.
The second his tongue slipped between my legs again, I let out a yell and the rush grew more intense.
My hips bucked up and down.
Maverick moved with me, knowing how to keep the pleasure going.
He also knew the exact second to stop, stand up and give me what I really wanted.
As he thrust his perfect cock into me, I moved my hands from his and grabbed for the bed.
I tried to sit up, tried to cry out his name, but I was frozen. I had no breath and no words.
All I had was intense pleasure.
Maverick moved more on the bed and grabbed for my wrists.
Slowly, he moved them over my head.
Then he held both my wrists with his left hand.
Tight. Commanding.
His right hand touched my cheek for a second.
Down to my neck.
Down to my chest.
Over my breast.
His fingertips dancing across my nipple, making me shiver, making everything tight.
My inner thighs trembled and clenched against his thickness.
He groaned and dipped his mouth down to my other breast.