My hand flexes at her waist, desperate to get her home and show her my version of a grand finale.
* * *
I close the door and turn to find Mia standing in front of me. Her breasts strain against her dress as her breath grows ragged.
I swallow thickly, staring at her.
Staring at this crazy, beautiful, intelligent as fuck, amazing girl who somehow sees something in me besides a cocky fucked up asshole.
How’d I get so damn lucky?
We stand looking at each other, taking the other in. The air grows thick between us. I itch to break the distance, to take her into my arms, but I’m captivated by her and can’t move. I can barely fucking breathe.
With a shaky breath, like this is my first time or some shit, I hold out my hand to her.
She takes it and I pull her against my chest. I push her hair back, looking into her ocean blue eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Mia. And then,” I lower my voice, pressing my lips to her ear so she shivers, “I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to worship every inch of your body like you deserve. Because you’re my queen.”
She shivers again. “I like the sound of that.”
“Good.” I crash my lips to hers, my hands on her cheeks, kissing her like a man headed to his death. I’m desperate, frantic, positively aching for her.
I drop to my knees and grab her leg, pressing kisses to the inside of her thigh before I meet her gaze. I slip my hands under her dress and start pushing it up. I keep pulling it up as I stand, revealing each delectable inch of her naked body, until she lifts her arms and it’s off completely.
I bend and kiss her collarbone, murmuring into the skin of her neck, “I knew you were fucking naked under this dress. It’s had me hard all night.”
She puts her hand over my erection straining against the zipper of my dress pants.
“You must be … aching,” she says in a husky whisper.
Before I can blink she drops to her knees and undoes my belt and button with speedy ease.
She looks up at me as she slowly, oh so fucking slowly, lowers the zipper.
She wets her lips and yanks down my pants and boxer-briefs. My cock bounces free and she grabs it, wrapping her delectable mouth around it.
“Oh, fuck. Mia.”
Her name is a curse and a prayer all in one.
My heartbeat is a violent roar in my ears.
Swallowing roughly I look down to watch her. Watching her might get me off more than the actual blowjob, though she’s a fucking pro at sucking cock.
I unbutton my dress shirt and it falls on the floor.
“Stand up,” I command, my voice a coarse whisper.
As much as I’d love to cum in her sexy little mouth, I don’t have plans for it tonight.
She does as she’s told, her eyes heated.
Fast enough I could probably make the Guinness Book of World Records I’m out of the rest of my clothes.
“You’re still in the heels,” I pant, finally noticing. “God, that’s fucking hot.”
She smirks. “I thought you’d like them.”