But now that she was in the thick of it, she couldn’t help but find it sexy as all hell.
I definitely pre-judged those circumstances way too quickly …
She rolled her hips again as his fingers tightened around her hips, feeling Maverick’s hard cock grind into her once more. The thin fabric of his boxers, coupled with the thin material of her leggings, was enough to make her want to rip them apart with her claws.
Actually, maybe that isn’t such a bad idea.
“Maverick, I need you.”
That seemed to light a fire in him.
Before she knew it, he hooked an arm around her waist and flipped them over. She bounced slightly against the mattress and parted her legs for him. His lips came back over hers immediately, his hips grinding into hers in slow rolls that drove her absolutely insane.
Pilar reached up and gripped his biceps, digging her nails into his skin. His groan was guttural, sounding more like a growl than anything. A shiver raced up her spine in response. She could feel herself soaking her leggings, needing him to sink himself deep inside of her.
She hooked a leg around his hip, pulling him down, so their bodies were flush against each other. She needed him to touch every part of her body.
Maverick sucked on her bottom lip before letting it go, trailing his lips down to her neck, where he bit her skin.
“Fuck,” she breathed out.
He licked up her neck and lifted his hips just enough to sneak a hand between them. He rubbed her through her leggings.
“So wet for me,” he growled in her ear.
She couldn’t help but moan back in response.
Her hand moved down his arm, snaking down to grab his wrist and pull it up to where her waistband rested over her stomach. She plunged his hand under the fabric.
“Mmm,” he nipped at her ear lobe. “You want my hand right here, don’t you?”
His fingers split her, sliding over the sensitive bud a few times to tease her. Pilar rolled her hips against his hand, wanting more of that friction he’d been so willing to give her earlier.
He chuckled at her restlessness.
“Maverick…”
“Fuck, I love when you say my name like that.”
He dipped a finger into her, pumping in and out of her a few times until she felt like she was ready to burst. He added another finger and then another, each of them titillated with the promise of something else filling her much deeper and much more satisfying.
She took her other hand away from his arm and gripped his hair, tugging at it.
“I need you.”
Not being able to say no to her or tease her any longer, Maverick pulled his fingers out of her. His hands gripped her leggings and gave them a hard yank, tearing the seams apart completely.
She couldn’t help but bite her lip and grin. They honestly were a match made in heaven … it was official.
Pilar let go of his hair and pushed against his chest, moving him back far enough so she could kick off the remaining pieces of fabric still wrapped around her legs. Greedy hands made their way up to her sweatshirt, tugging it over her head with just as much force.
He tossed it away quickly, moving his hands around her bare skin and leaning down to kiss a trail from her neck to her chest. She couldn’t help but arch her back into his touch, wanting him to leave marks all over her skin so everyone would know she was his.
Maverick lifted again and quickly pulled his boxers down his thighs, tossing them in the same manner he had with her sweatshirt.
It made her laugh a little.
She hooked her ankle around him, pulling him back in between her thighs and licking her lips when he settled against her hips. He grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times before lining it up against her.