Bitter Sweet Heart (Lies, Hearts & Truths #2)(98)

When he reaches my center, he lifts his eyes and drags a single finger from my clit to my entrance, easing it inside as he flicks my clit with his tongue. Every muscle below my waist clenches, and my eyes roll up. He pumps a few times, curls his finger, and adds a second one. Then he presses his tongue against my opening, where his fingers curl inside, and licks up my slit. He continues to tease me in the best way, in no hurry to give me the orgasm that hovers just out of reach. My body aches with the need for release, but he keeps me at the edge, the most delicious torment.

“I don’t want to come until you’re inside me,” I groan, legs shaking with the effort it takes to hold back.

He flutters his fingers and flicks my clit again. “Is that you telling me you’re close and asking me to be inside you?”

“Yes, and please.”

He gives me one last, sweet lick, and when he withdraws his fingers, I groan at the loss. He prowls up my body, dropping kisses along the way until his mouth meets mine. I lick inside, tasting myself on him, and we both make a low, needy sound as his cock glides over my clit.

I wrap my legs around his waist to keep him from breaking the contact. Maverick pushes up on one arm, eyes falling closed, and his erection slides low, nudging at my entrance. His throat bobs, and his fingers skim my cheek. “Let me get a condom.”

“Or we could go without this time.”

It’s half question, half suggestion. In all the months we’ve been together, we’ve always used protection—even though he’s seen my birth control pills sitting on the nightstand. I take them at the same time every night, just before bed.

“If it makes you more comfortable, you can pull out instead of coming inside me,” I offer when he doesn’t answer right away.

“I, uh . . .” He closes his eyes and licks his lips when I shift again.

I run my fingers through his hair. “You can say no, Maverick.”

His eyes open, and his cock twitches between us. “I haven’t ever gone without a condom.”

“Okay. I don’t want to do anything that’s going to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s not that it’s going to make me uncomfortable. It’s just not something I’ve done before, so I’m not sure how it’s going to affect my performance.”

I smile at his expression, a mixture of chagrin, anticipation, and desire. “That’s okay. I’m at the edge anyway, so you won’t need to worry about me.” My fingers trail from the nape of his neck, down between his shoulder blades, and lower. “I’d like the closeness, if you would too.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He nods once.

I curve my palm over his ass and press down as I tilt my hips up and the head slips inside. Maverick blinks once, twice, and we exhale the same shuddery breath.

“I want more of you,” I whisper, brushing my lips over his.

His eyes never leave mine as he sinks into me. His brows pull together in a furrow, and he murmurs, “Oh, fuck.”

I curve one hand around the back of his neck. “Is that a good, oh fuck?”

He clamps his teeth together before grinding out, “This is . . . not the same.”

“No, it’s not. It’s better, isn’t it?”

“You’re so soft.” He pulls his hips back. “And so warm.” He pushes in again.

“I can feel all of you.”

His hands move along my shoulder blades, fingers curling to reach my collarbones, anchoring me so I don’t slide into the footboard or off the bed as he continues to move over me.

It doesn’t take much to send me freefalling into bliss.

His jaw clenches. “This is too intense. I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

“So don’t.” I watch the goose bumps rise along his shoulders and make their way up his neck and down his arms. It happens every time he comes.

“I don’t want to pull out.”

“Then don’t do that either.”

He runs a hand down my side and unhooks one of my legs from around his waist. He pulls it higher and slides his forearm underneath, the inside of his elbow resting against the crook in my knee, allowing him to go deeper. Every thrust hits that spot inside, taking me higher right along with him.

I can’t take my eyes off him, his expression almost feral as he moves over me.

Another orgasm slams through me as Maverick pushes inside one last time, his entire body taut, muscles quaking with his own orgasm.

He collapses on top of me for a few seconds, the weight of his entire body pressing me into the mattress. I revel in the closeness as he pants against the side of my neck, then slowly kisses his way back to my mouth as he pushes up on one arm.

His mouth covers mine, and we kiss lazily for long minutes, bodies still connected, sweaty and sated.

Eventually he pulls back, and I can see already the sedative effect sex has on him. His smile is slow and easy, movements languid. “Gotta admit, it’s going to be hard to go back to condoms after that.”

I push his hair back from his forehead, watching the thick, dark curl spring back into place. “We don’t have to. It’s really whatever you’re comfortable with. It’s a different kind of connection.”

He nods once. “It’s deeper, literally and figuratively.” He rolls his eyes at himself. “Leave it to me to ruin epic sex with stupid jokes.” His expression turns serious. “I’ve never felt this connected to anyone before. It feels like you live not only in my heart, but in my soul as well.”