It took another thirty seconds before her eyes opened, and she realized he was still rock hard and buried inside her.
“We’re not done yet.”
Her eyes widened briefly, maybe in surprise. Maybe even in panic.
Maverick gripped her ass, urging her to lift her legs once more. When she was secure, he twisted them away from the door, carrying her across the large living room to stand on the plush bearskin rug in front of the stone fireplace.
They moaned in unison when he finally pulled out of her.
“Hands and knees,” he said.
Ella shivered at his command. He might have tempered his tone if she hadn’t reassured him in the pantry that he’d never hurt or scared her in the past. And if he hadn’t read her books…becausedamn.
With that knowledge, Maverick didn’t want to hold back, didn’t want to hide who he was or who they were going to be in the bedroom. They’d only scratched the surface twelve years ago.
Ella still hadn’t moved, but he didn’t think her hesitance was based on fear or a lack of desire. In truth, it looked like her brain was struggling to start functioning again.
Maverick placed his hand around the front of her throat. He didn’t add any pressure to the grip, just let it rest there, letting her feel his control. “I don’t repeat myself.”
Ella blinked several times, then turned around and dropped to the rug without pause, before giving him the sultriest, sexiest look over her shoulder, her round, perfect ass facing him.
He grinned when she wiggled it playfully.
Kneeling behind her, he couldn’t resist lifting his hand, giving her one quick, sharp smack.
Ella groaned. “Again.”
He’d gotten some invitations in his life, but none as goddamn tempting as that one. He treated the other ass cheek to a smackbut stopped there, not ready to go quite that deep. At least not until after they’d hadthatconversation.
Maverick ran his fingers through her slit, stroking her from clit to anus, before driving two fingers inside of her.
Ella’s back arched and she pushed against his hand, trying to drive his fingers even deeper. He finger-fucked her for a minute or two, driving her right back to the edge before sliding out and replacing his fingers with his cock.
He only managed a dozen thrusts before she came again, climaxing hard and loud. That was another thing that had changed. His sweet, quiet Ella no longer held anything back. Including the four-letter words he’d never heard her utter.
“Fuck, yes! Shit. Jesus, Maverick.Goddammit.”
Maverick didn’t give way this time. He couldn’t. He fucked her all the way to the other side of her orgasm, not pausing until her arms gave out and her upper body dropped to the soft rug beneath her.
“Not done yet,” he warned her.
Ella whimpered when he pulled out, gripped her hips, and flipped her to her back.
“I want to see your face when I come,” he said. “Need to see those pretty green eyes looking up at me.” He kissed her as he pushed inside once more. “God, I missed you.”
Ella smiled, blinking rapidly as tears filled her eyes. “I missed you too.”
Maverick’s ability to hold back was spent, and as much as he wanted to bring her with him, he just couldn’t do it. He was too close.
So, he held her gaze with his and gave in, loving the way Ella stroked his face as he came.
Dropping to his elbows, he held his own weight, even as their bare bodies touched from chest to toes.
Maverick peppered her face and cheeks with kisses as Ella drew pictures on his slick skin, her fingers gliding over his shoulders and along his chest.
With great effort, he finally forced himself to shift to her side, his now-soft cock missing the heat of her body instantly.
Maverick wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her so that her head was pillowed on his chest.