Maverick smiled. Suddenly he understood the true meaning of her request. Maverick nodded and kissed her again before he pulled away.
“Show me,” he said. “What do you want, Delilah?”
She turned over to her stomach. She lay flat, and he covered her with his body. At first, she wanted the top, dominance. It dawned on her when she tasted climactic release that dominance didn’t mean control of him. It meant control of her, how she could feel him the best. This was how. Maverick’s hard thighs and muscular strength in his legs pushed her thighs apart. He kissed her back. He kissed her shoulders, and both his hands eased underneath her, across her pelvis to send his fingers inching to her vagina.
“You want this?”
He stuck his tongue in her ear, and the wet tip sent a shiver through her lady parts. “I want this so much. I want to be with you again so bad,” she confessed. They say confession was good for the soul, and it did feel good to not pretend at what she wanted but to be truly brave enough to say the words. The excitement for what was to come extended her liberation. What was to come was her choice. No man would ever make that choice for her again.
Delilah’s legs went boneless; he had shared control over her body. Still, she felt like the instrument to be played in his symphony. He knew how to play her just right. Before she could catch her breath, he pinched her clit, and his cock surged beyond her belief inside of her. He squeezed, then rubbed and rubbed her clit between his thumb and middle finger as he thrust in and out of her with maximum velocity.
“Breathe with me,” he groaned. His chest pressed and then compressed harder on her back. His chin rested on her shoulder. “It doesn’t work for you if you forget to breathe through it; let the feel-good roll through you.” Delilah hadn’t realized she was holding her breath. Maverick was right. She let go of a startling sharp burst of constrained pleasure and then inhaled deeply.
“On my knees,” she said and pushed back at him with her hands pressed flat to the mattress to cause her to rise. Maverick obliged. While rocking in and out of her, he let go of her clit and grabbed her hips. She pushed herself up on her hands and knees further, but he took her by the back of the neck and put her face gently down to her pillow. Her ass was angled upward for his enjoyment, and she was about to resist until he delivered the true meaning of sexual pleasure. The grip he had tightened around the back of her neck, securing her in position. His free hand molested her. His first thrusts went deep, and her toes curled as she felt bursts of pleasure striking her womb. Delilah connected with his intentions and her body’s response immediately. It was her womanhood as she pushed back while trapped, her rebirth, as he guided her. His hold to her neck loosened when her hip rotation and vaginal seizures captured him. She lifted her head and breathed in the air the pillow denied. He didn’t beat at her pussy like a barbarian. No, his moves were never savage. He worked his hips left and then swung his hips right in a back and forth sway. She could feel the purpose of his rhythm as his dick strokes thrust in and out of her in a teasing harmony. The dance of lovers was what she’d call it later.
“My balls,” he rasped. “Touch them,” he grunted. Delilah reached between her quaking thighs to grab his balls and squeezed. “Harder!” He groaned as he worked his pelvis, and his dick pumped in and out of her. “Harder.”
Delilah did what he asked. He gave her what she needed. It didn’t take long for the tempo of their lovemaking to erase her mind and torpedo all of the emotional exhaustion she’d experienced since the death of her perfect marriage. Her only desire was to climax, but not beneath him, not with him behind her. It was now that she wanted to be on top.
“I want,” she panted, now choking on adrenaline and pleasure.
He kept fucking her.
“I want it,” she dropped her head and tried to catch her breath. “I want it the other way. I want my way!” She cried out and felt clit distress. He slowed his movement, rubbed her pussy, and then pulled away. He flipped to his back. Delilah climbed on top of him, straddling him, reaching for his cock to bring it back inside her.
The excitement and wonder over her behavior left Maverick with a goofy grin he couldn’t erase. Never had a woman wanted his dick so bad. Delilah’s eager yank on his penis hurt, but he laughed as she positioned herself and came down upon his upturned cock like a pro. Maverick lifted his head to see himself disappear between the folds of her vagina. Delilah laughed as well. The sexiest laugh he’d heard in his life.
“Got damnit,” he grunted.
When she was on him moving her ass, rising and falling on his dick with powerful intentions, he could feel his skin rip under her manicured nails that dug deep. Maverick had hoped to get more than one climax from her body and suffer whatever was needed to achieve this goal. However, she was already pushing him to the edge. Delilah’s bonnet had slipped from her hair. It was thick and unruly as it bounced over her shoulders, and she smiled with great satisfaction. Delilah’s head lolled over, and her body shudders through quakes of pleasure. Maverick could tell the desire going through her wasn’t all caused by him. She climaxed again for him, and he felt a deep pang of jealousy.
Maverick wanted to give her that moment. In fact, he tried to provide every moment. But the student had become the teacher until her focus shifted to pleasing him. Maverick gripped the sheets and squeezed his eyes shut as he began to lose control of his dick, of his resistance, of his strength. He thrust his hips up in an urgent, repeated fashion, taking hold of one of her thighs to warn her against pushing him too far. His cock grew harder and harder, and the volume of her moans increased because he had to have her. He sat up and locked her into his arms to control the wild passion she had unleashed on him. She was startled at first by his powerful hold but smiled when face to face with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him while bouncing her ass faster and faster upon his lap. The sudden climatic release was a shared one. He hollered in his throat, but her deep kisses didn’t let much escape. He squeezed her even tighter to him.
They fell back with him holding her. His dick kept surging in her beyond his control. She was breathing as hard as he was. Holding as tight as he was. Together they relaxed into the meltdown.
“I don’t know what to say,” she kissed his neck and snuggled him as he moved to put her beneath him, and his dick slipped out of her. Delilah smiled.
Maverick smoothed her hair from her face. He kissed her nose. “Don’t say anything. Just be mine.”
“Yours?” She repeated softly.
“Mine,” he said.
She didn’t answer him. And that was disappointing. But he would ask her every day until she did.
“I think I need to clean myself up. Don’t worry. I’m on the pill. So I’m not pregnant or getting pregnant. Just, I need to clean up a little. And then check on Noah.”
Maverick glanced over to the monitor, and Noah hadn’t moved. She hurried off the bed and out of his reach. He rubbed his sweaty chest and looked down at his dick. “I want more. Do you?”
She didn’t answer. Maverick smiled and dropped back on the pillow, happy, waiting for her return.
Delilah went inside the bathroom and wiped herself clean. She, too, was smiling. But the moment she flushed the toilet and washed her hands, doubt crept in. Their making love happened far too fast. The feelings couldn’t possibly be real. It had to be lust. And it would all blow up in her face in the custody case. She went back into the room to find him changing the sheets.