Beg Me (Mess with Me 1)

She turns in my arms and pulls me down for her kiss. I kiss her mouth as if making love to it, intense in my exploration, my tongue thrusting against hers intimately. I ground against her, nestling my cock directly over her clit. The feeling of bare skin reminds me that I need to grab protection. If I let things progress too far I won’t have the willpower to stop myself from taking her skin-to-skin. I give her a quick kiss and jog back into the bedroom to get the box of condoms. By the time I return, I already have a condom in place. I set the box carefully on the edge of the counter closest to the shower.

“Get up on the counter.” My voice is rough with lust. I can see the answering desire in her eyes. My command excites her. She hops up on the counter and crosses her legs in a sultry pose.

“Open your legs. Show me that pretty pussy.”

Mya flushes but after a beat, she obeys. Swallowing against the surge of animal lust I feel looking down at her bare, pink pussy, I shake my head to clear it. With Mya, I want more than just the physical pleasure of release. I want to give her a level of satisfaction no man has ever given her, make her crazy. I want to leave my mark on her.

“Damn you’re beautiful.” I stroke the sensitive skin of her thighs. She shudders and tries to close her legs instinctively as I continue to tease her. Her eyes drift closed and she whimpers softly.

“I love how you touch me…” Her brown eyes are dewy as she twines her arms around my neck. My hand stays where it is, playing gently in her wetness, toying with her clit until she squirms. I wait until her eyes are frantic with wanting, until she has to acknowledge who holds her pleasure. She looks up at me, her eyes begging.

Then I enter her with a thick thrust that steals both of our breath.

I pound her hard and fast, unable to hold back the urgency I feel. I’ve had her slow and sweet and now I need her all at once, want to consume her with big, greedy bites. She obviously feels the same rush because she urges me on with her nails in my forearms and her heels at my ass. I know she’s getting close to another orgasm when she coils her legs around me, tightening like a vise.

“Milo, please!” She grips my forearms and wails, her nails leaving tiny crescent indentations in my skin. I’m too close to completion to slow my pace, too far gone to gentle the force of my thrusts even as her pussy tightens around me. She shudders violently, absorbing the force of my pounding. I hold her under the arms, clasping her to me as my own release takes over. All my joints and every muscle lock up in intense pleasure as my orgasm rips through me. When it’s over we both lay against the counter panting and spent. I look up and meet my eyes in the mirror behind Mya’s head. I look as if I’ve just run a marathon.

“Damn, girl. You’re a workout.” I pull out gently, part of me reluctant to leave her warmth. I help her up from her awkward position cramped over the counter.

Mya snorts out a laugh and runs a gentle hand through my damp hair. “I think we can both use that shower now.”

I reach in and turn on the dual showerheads, adjusting the temperature until it’s perfect. She coils her long hair up into a knot on top of her head before she follows me under the streaming water.

“This is absolute heaven.” she sighs as the water hits her back, rolling her shoulders to relieve the tension. “I’ve only seen these in magazines.”

“I went a little overboard in here, I guess. I couldn’t afford stuff like this growing up so it’s hard not to buy it now that it’s within reach.”

She opens her eyes and her gaze is like getting hit with high beams. Last night we stayed up late talking about our lives growing up and somehow segued into talking about our past relationships. After my comment about Tess, she was curious. I told her the whole story and surprisingly, it wasn’t as difficult to talk about this time. There’s something about Mya that makes it easy to talk about anything.

“You’ve worked hard for everything you’ve achieved. You deserve good things.” She taps my chest lightly to emphasize her words.

“Does that include you?” I clear my throat and pick up a bar of soap as an excuse to look away.

When I turn back to her, she stands up on her toes and kisses me square on the mouth. “You think I’m a good thing?”

“I think you’re the best thing.” I hold her gaze as I say it, knowing that I’ve never spoken truer words.

Our connection is deeply sexual of course, a dead man would want her, but more than that I want her to trust me to take care of her. I want her to turn to me for all her needs, physical and emotional. I want no more secrets between us.

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone, Mya. But damn if I know what to do about it.”

Talking about feelings isn’t easy for me but I need her to know this isn’t a casual thing for me anymore. Due to my checkered past, I’m worried that she’ll continue to think that this whole thing is just about sex. It might have started as scratching a sexual itch but every moment we’ve spent together has led to this, my overwhelming need to have her in my life.

She shakes her head and laughs shyly, covering her mouth with her hand. “You are such a puzzle, Hamilton. Because after yesterday, I was sure that you didn’t feel the same way.”

“I’m sorry about yesterday.”

Her hands find their way to my cheeks and she holds my face between her palms gently. The way she’s looking at me, a man could live on that look alone.

“Yesterday is over. I’m living in the now. And what I’m feeling right now is something I’ve never felt before either.”

The next day finds me relaxing on the couch while Mya enjoys a shower alone. I’ve been banished since according to Mya, she never really gets to shower properly when I’m in there.

Something about my dick taking up too much room. Well, that’s not what she said but that’s what I heard. I’m taking it as a compliment. Or that she’s sore from too much sex.

My cell phone rings and I snatch it up when I see my mom’s name.

“Hello son. Is this a bad time?”