“Feel good, baby?”
“God, yes.”
Not once do I dip my fingers inside her tight sheath. I continue tormenting her, driving her closer to orgasm. She bites her lower lip to stifle a whimper.
“Need more?”
“Please.”
I slip one finger inside her body. As I pull away, her inner muscles tighten, and a whimper of protest falls from her mouth. I circle her clit a few more times before sinking deep inside her. She finds a rhythm and gyrates against my hand. Her body tightens as her muscles convulse around me. The pleasure that falls from her lips has my cock throbbing with need. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I do this girl.
Once her orgasm dissipates, I lean over and take her mouth with my own.
“I love watching you fall apart,” I whisper against her lips.
Her eyes flare as color flags her cheeks.
“You know what I love even more?” I ask.
The dazed expression clears as she shakes her head.
“When you orgasmed on my tongue at the club. Your pussy got so fucking creamy. I wanted to lap it all up.”
When her mouth falls open, I grin before plunging my tongue deep inside her sweetness. How will I ever get enough of her? It doesn’t seem possible. As much as I’d like to sink inside her body, that won’t be happening. This is about Mia’s pleasure, not mine.
This is the first relationship I’ve been involved in. Everything before this was a string of meaningless encounters. There was never a reason to hold back or take things slow.
But Mia is different.
She’s the first girl who has ever mattered. What we have, what we’re attempting to build together, is more than physical. I don’t want her to think it’s about sex.
“Why don’t you finish your tea before it gets cold and then I’ll help you out.”
She lifts the mug to her lips and takes another sip. “I’m done.”
I grab a plush navy towel from the rack before holding it out so she can step into it. She rises gracefully to her feet as water sluices down her body.
How is it possible that she’s this perfect?
As she stands before me, I drag the towel over her damp skin, starting first with her shoulders. Once they’re dried, I stroke up and down her arms. I move behind her, swiping at the long line of her spine before dropping to my haunches and running the towel over her rounded cheeks.
I press a kiss against each perfect globe before sweeping the plush material over her legs. When no moisture remains, I place my hands on her hips and turn her so she’s facing me. It’s gently that I stroke the area between her thighs. She groans as the cloth slides back and forth with enough pressure to create friction.
Her hands grip my shoulders as her eyelids feather shut and her head lolls back. By the time I’m done, her pussy is more wet than before I started. I remove the towel and lean closer, pressing a kiss against her clit. My tongue swirls around the tiny bundle of nerves. Then I dry her belly and ribs before circling the plush material over her breasts. Her nipples tighten as I swipe over them. When I’m finished, I pop to my feet, sucking one hard bud into my mouth before lavishing the same attention on the other.
“I think we’re done here.”
“That’s unfortunate.” Her cheeks are stained with color, and her eyes are heavy-lidded.
I chuckle before scooping her up into my arms and carrying her into the other room. Gently, I place her in the middle of the queen-sized bed. Her gaze stays locked on mine as her thighs fall open.
Fuck, but she’s beautiful.
Pink.
Soft.
Inviting.
Those are the only words that rush through my brain.
I kick off my shoes and yank the back of my T-shirt, pulling it over my head before tossing it to the floor. The athletic shorts and boxers are the next to go as I shove them down my thighs until the material is puddled around my feet.
I crawl onto the bed and up her body. Her legs wrap around my waist, cradling my thick erection against her softness. All it would take is one thrust of my hips and I could sink deep inside her body. Instead, I keep a tight leash on my control. She moans and rubs her slick heat against my hard length.
“Don’t you want to be inside me?” she murmurs, moving against me.
“More than anything,” I breathe, “but tonight, I’m going to hold you in my arms.”
Questions circle through her dark depths. “Really?”
“Yup.”
“Naked?”
“Damn right.”
“I’m glad you’re staying,” she whispers, tugging me closer.
“Me, too.” The only thing that matters is that Mia is in my arms.
That she’s mine.
Or, at the very least, on her way to being mine.
And maybe I’m on my way to being hers.