This was the beginning of their third week of sneaking away to the cabin. Eleven days of bliss, of exploration and discovery, of falling deeper and deeper in love.
Maverick had remained true to his word, never pressuring her for more than she was ready to give, always going at her pace.
Actually, that wasn’t completely accurate. It had been her pace at the beginning, but lately, she’d been the one pushing for more, while Maverick insisted they take things slow. He had said on more than one occasion that they had the rest of their lives to be together, so he was determined to savor every single second.
Ella didn’t share that same sense of eternity. In fact, she couldn’t shake the feeling that their time was limited, and as such, she was desperate to grab everything she could before it all slipped away.
The kiss grew more heated as Ella dropped the stuffed toy to the floor, pressing her body more firmly against his.
Maverick’s hands slipped down her back to cup her ass, pulling her crotch harder against his, letting her feel his erection through his jeans.
Ella broke the kiss, in need of air. “Maverick,” she whispered. “I want you.”
She’d said the same thing last Friday…and Thursday…and Wednesday…
Each time, he shook his head. Told her they didn’t need to rush.
“Please,” she added, somewhat desperately.
Maverick pulled away, studying her face closely before cupping her cheek. She wasn’t going to let him talk her out of this again. She’d hit her limit. Her hormones were raging. While he’d proven himself quite accomplished at giving her orgasms—holy crap, was he accomplished—they’d only whetted her appetite for more.
Ella wasn’t sure what he saw on her face, probably sheer determination, but this time, he didn’t deny her.
Instead, he grasped her hand and led her to the bedroom. So far, all of their making out, fondling, and over-the-pants hand jobs had taken place in the living room, on the couch or on the plush bearskin rug in front of the huge stone fireplace.
When they entered the room, Ella’s heart started to race, nervousness and excitement waging for dominance.
“You sure, Firefly?” he asked.
She was nodding before he finished the question. She expected Maverick to laugh at her quick response, but it looked as if, now that he’d turned this corner as well, he was as impatient as she was.
He kissed her again, backing her up as he did so, toward the large four-poster bed. As they moved, they undressed each other, Ella stripping him out of his T-shirt, him unbuttoning herblouse. She got the fly to his shorts open, while at the same time, he unfastened her bra.
When the back of her legs hit the mattress, their actions sped up. Within sixty seconds, both of them were completely naked.
Maverick reached behind her, tugging down the handmade quilt, gently pressing her down onto the bed.
She moved to the middle, her arms outstretched for him. Before he joined her, he opened the drawer to the nightstand. “I borrowed a few condoms from Levi’s stash.”
The way he said “borrowed” let her know he’d swiped them without his brother’s knowledge.
“Brought them by yesterday just in case…” His boyish shrug was almost shy, and Ella couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly, too happy to contain the sound.
“I’m glad you did.”
Maverick tossed one of the condoms on the pillow next to hers, then climbed onto the mattress, lying beside her, his front pressed tight to her side.
His hand immediately went to her breast, cupping it. He’d admitted last week he was obsessed with her tits. She’d giggled at the time, though she sure as hell didn’t have a problem with that. Because the way he sucked on her nipples and pinched them made her see stars in the best possible way.
His lips found one of her tight nipples and she gasped, the sensations, while familiar by now, never dulling. It was as if there was a direct line between her nipple and her pussy, and Maverick, the expert puppet master, knew just how to tug on the string to make her dance.
Her hips began thrusting, almost of their own accord, as her untried body searched for more.
The past two weeks had been a relentless game of foreplay that had culminated until this moment when she was primed and ready and desperate.
Ella reached between them, taking Maverick’s hard cock in her hand. Last Friday was the first time she’d felt it without clothing between them. Maverick taught her how to grip it, how to stroke it, how to drive him to his own climax.
Maverick had been breathless by the time he came and if he hadn’t been sitting on the couch, she suspected her actions would have driven him to his knees. It had been the first time in Ella’s life when she’d felt as if she possessed some genuine power. All of her life had been spent under the direct control of others, so to have the reins handed to her, to have control over Maverick’s pleasure had been so heady, she’d felt drunk with it.