“Ah, he, my, uhm, Noah,” she replied. In her head, she had explained that she didn’t want to wake Noah, so she went to the bathroom outside of her room. He typically woke quickly in the night if disturbed, full of energy. None of that came out. One of her brows quirked upward. She felt silly for being frozen silent. And then, all of a sudden, she didn’t. It was the urge to be closer to him in its purest and rawest form seizures through her. It was an unfiltered desire. Or maybe it was lust? Why it happened, she didn’t know, but it happened.
She kissed him.
When the door opened, Maverick expected an awkward encounter. A little shy flirt to have caught her outside of that locked bedroom door. But Delilah was far more beautiful than he conceived. She had cleared her face of makeup and taken down the long ponytail she wore to the top of her head. Delilah slept in a t-shirt that barely reached her hips, and nothing below the reach of that shirt was left to the imagination.
He gripped the top of the door frame to keep himself from touching her. But she broke the rules. She kissed him. Did he provoke her? He wasn’t sure. It happened so fast he almost missed the surprise of the moment. It felt natural and right. Maverick grabbed her, not by the face or the waist. Maverick went straight for the ass he’d admired since the day they met. He lifted her off her feet to bring her up against him so his body could absorb every soft curve of hers. In an instant, her arms slipped around his neck, and her tongue swirled into his mouth. The first kiss was so seductive he groaned and burned deep within his loins for her. Maverick didn’t care how much she gave in to his desire. He was desperate for more. Not since Camille’s death from nearly two years ago had he even brushed lips with a woman. Maverick heaved her up higher so that her legs locked around his waist and placed her on the sink. He ran both his hands over her thighs with the softest skin. The heat between her thighs drew him closer. He had to know if her center was as hot and moist.
All through her panty Delilah felt his hand; his fingers tickled and played with her clit. It was such a rush she had to hold to both sides of his face to keep herself focused on the kiss. What she wanted was to drop her head back and spread her legs wider to give him greater access. It was all so divine. She’d only had one man touch her so lovely and sweet before, but even then, never like the way Maverick did. That man was her husband. It happened when their passion was new, and she was a virgin. After they consummated their marriage, Charles had lost interest in seduction, and sex was for his pleasure going forward. Goodiva and Queen both teased her that she’d never had an orgasm before, and she still wasn’t sure if that was true. But to her surprise, she was on the verge of one just form of the forbidden.
It made Delilah wonder what else would be different with Maverick? What would his dick feel like? She wanted to hold it and stroke it to know it’s length and thickness. Then came the questions. Would she like it? Would he be a perfect fit for her? Could he teach her things that Charles never had? Her mouth slipped from his as two fingers eased deep inside of her. The back of Delilah’s head hit the mirror. Maverick used his free hand to push down the side of his boxers to free his erection. She didn’t see his erection, but her heart still because she knew it was free. And what would come next would change everything. Delilah refused to listen to her rational brain, slamming her with warnings that she would go too far. It was her body and that sexual heat in her vagina that ruled the moment. The push and pull between them was only making them drawn to the climax. And it was pure exhilaration.
Maverick thrust into her with so much precision she felt every vein, every ridge of muscle fill and stretch her vaginal walls beyond her belief. Delilah lifted her left leg like a dancer and put it on his shoulder. She grabbed his face and forced another kiss, a much more powerful kiss, while Maverick pummeled her sex into full distress. There were no rules. Not the ones Charles and Mother Abigail had used to control her life. This was her. All of it felt like her—a new her. Maverick was so different, and what he gave her felt so raw she couldn’t contain her excitement. He tore into her and fucked her so hard and fast toward the end the sink faucet pushed in between her buttocks, and her inner thighs cramped. It hurt, and it didn’t. It felt like the wildest of rides.
And then it ended. Delilah wasn’t sure if she climaxed. She was confident Maverick did. He was red all over and huffing hard into her ear. A climax wasn’t what she needed. It was the release to be free and reckless without constraint that she needed the most. Maybe she’d never climax in her life. That would be okay if she could have more of him, this way, raw and real like this. Who would blame her? Delilah didn’t have experience with sexual relationships with men outside of Charles. Yes, men pursued her even after she married. Charles’s brother's eyes would linger on her far too long, and she’d pretend not to notice. And through it all, she was never passionate or lecherous enough to consider another man besides her husband. Not until Maverick stood before her with his shirt off and a lion on his chest.
What the hell was she thinking?
Reality crashed down upon her. She pushed him back to look down at Maverick's dick, slipping away. It wasn’t even in a condom. All of his semen was inside of her; she felt it seeping from the lips of her sex. She was too stunned and weak with passion to blame his actions or hers. Maverick was a big man. He had a big dick. He overpowered her, but she liked it. And after the separation, he came to his senses again. The hard realization of the line they crossed descended upon him, and he apologized with his eyes. Maverick grabbed a towel so hard from the towel rack next to the sink that it broke the bar. It landed with a loud clang to the floor. He cleaned her and himself in a rough hurried manner. The act of him covering up their crime was so awkward she kept swallowing a smile. Her pussy throbbed, her buttocks hurt, and yet she continued to smile. Sex with him would be good, really good, if they did it again the right way. And she knew he felt that too. His dick was now semi-erect and slowly rising. Was that natural? Shouldn’t his ejaculation have defeated him? Maverick lifted her chin and kissed her.
There was no choice in the matter; Delilah kissed him back. What else was she to do? Delilah had already crossed the line. She would punish herself in the morning; she just wanted to feed her pussy more of him. What a treat it would be to have more of what made her feel alive again. “We aren’t done. You didn’t cum.”
She blinked at his words. “No, but I—”
“We aren’t done,” he said. Maverick pulled her away from the sink, and she dropped to her feet. Without her high-heels, his height dwarfed her. He took her hand and kissed it, then led her out of the bathroom to his room without her panty. When he had removed it escaped her, but she had the strangest thought of leaving it behind.
“Wait. I can’t,” Delilah said.
Maverick glanced down at her.
“I can’t. We shouldn’t have. And I don’t have any panties,” Delilah stammered through an excuse. The disappointment in his eyes pained her. Would this be the moment he turned into the mean Maverick? Would he become the man that could cut her down with his stern glare and harsh words? She’d just had sex with him unprotected. And now she was breathless and distressed over her missing panties. Delilah initiated it, and she was so embarrassed over her actions. He had to think she was some kind of slut. Instead of trying to convince her to come into the bedroom with him, he kissed her hand again and let it go. She felt her eyes tear and the rest of her body shake with anxiety, but she didn’t give in.