We break apart with heaving breaths. Her glazed eyes hooded, her cheeks pink with arousal, and her lips swollen from my kisses. She looks stunning. I give a slight jerk of my wrists, indicating my intentions, and she silently lifts her arms, allowing me to pull her shirt free of her body.
“Jesus.” I harshly groan at the first sight of her blood-red, lace-covered tits.
My head drops and I open my mouth to give a soft bite against the sensitive flesh at the top of her bra. The red material against her creamy skin makes my cock swell painfully against the towel tied hastily at my hip. I bring my hands up, cupping her heavy breasts, while I give her one long lick over the top of her left breast and up to her collarbone. My hands squeeze each globe roughly as I bury my nose in her neck, continuing my tongue’s wet path up to her ear.
Resting my lips to her ear, I take a second to enjoy the trembles that are vibrating from her quivering body. Her panted breaths echoing off the wall turn into a sharp gasp when I curl my fingers into each cup and jerk down. The tiny straps over her shoulders snap as her breasts spill free. With my mouth still at her lips, I grab her heavy, naked breasts and squeeze, her hard nipples pressing against the center of my palm while I continue to play with her.
“Touch me,” I demand and smile when I feel her body jolt beneath me.
“Mav,” she says with a moan, her hands coming to rest right above my towel, on each side of my hips, making my skin burn beneath her touch.
I shake my head, my lips rubbing against her ear with the small movements. I let my tongue snake out and lick her lobe. Moving my hands slightly, I pinch her nipples between my thumb and pointer finger at the same time I pull her wet lobe between my lips, biting softly before sucking the tender flesh hard.
She cries out harshly.
Releasing my hold on her tits, I bring my hands up and cup her head, forcing her to look into my eyes. “Touch me, Leighton,” I demand again, this time harsher and the undeniable meaning laced in my words. I wait for her to comply, moving so that my forehead is resting against hers, our rapid breathing mingling between our bodies. Our eyes not losing the connection held between bright blue and murky green.
“This is wrong,” she whimpers, but her actions betray her words.
I feel her hands slide from my sides to the center of my abdomen. Her touch branding me as she fingers her way over each ridge and dip before moving down to where I want her touch the most. Her fingers curl into my towel and I back my hips up slightly to help her movements. She gives a hard tug, pulling the knot from its fold, and then drops the cotton to the ground at my feet, her eyes still holding mine. This time the indecision that had been swimming in the beautiful depths is now replaced with solid desire.
“Tell me you want me,” I command, my voice strained as her hands move down my torso, her fingers tracing the deep V until she is wrapping them around my straining flesh. Her tentative movements as she slowly caresses the hard flesh in her hands make me lock my knees and clench my gut. Her long and slow touch makes the coil of pleasure tighten.
“I—I want you,” she pants, her hands tightening around my shaft, learning what I like by the cues she is drawing from me.
“Tell me you’ve always wanted me,” I continue, not releasing her face, but moving my lips closer to hers so that I can feel the heat of her breath hit my mouth. My words come out in a low, rough garble of desire.
She nods, but that isn’t good enough. I need her words to gain back some of the control I feel slipping from my fingers.
“Give me the words, darlin’.”
“Maverick, please.”
She tightens her grip, dancing her thumb over the bead of wetness coming out of the tip of my rigid cock.
“Tell me now, Leighton. Tell me it’s always been me.”
Her eyes widen and I watch as one lone tear falls from her lid. Her tear confuses me, but not enough that I stop. Her silence continues and I thrust my hips, my cock moving through the loose hold her hands have around me. Her eyes close for a beat, and when she opens them I see that the last of her indecision has vanished.
“It’s always been you.”
“Try again,” I continue, baiting her to get what I need. “It’s always been you, Maverick.” With my last command, I crush my lips to hers. This kiss is hard and bruising, but full of the promise of what’s to come if she gives me what I crave.
She rips her mouth free and screams, “It’s always been you, Maverick, God help me, but it’s only ever been you!” She drops my cock, her chest heaving, to grab my face and pull my lips back to hers.
I have no idea why I pushed her. Why I made her confirm what I knew deep down, but with her words, everything that had been weighing on my mind for almost two weeks vanishes and I feel the most all-consuming peace flood through my body, leaving an uncontrollable need for her behind.