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I can tell she’s bare, and beads of pre-come leak from my tip. Each time she inhales, I give an involuntary jerk that pulses throughout my entire being.
“Are you going to stare all day?” While her words are sassy, there is a hint of nervousness in them.
This is about her. Slow.
“Your beauty renders me useless at points.” And it’s true. A confession that might make me seem a bit pussy-ish, but if it helps her see that I am just as anxious, she’ll understand that this means a lot to me. She’s not just some chick. She’s my more.
“Kiss me, Nicholas,” she says, a breathy command that I plan to follow. Taking my T-shirt off, I wink at her and send the cotton in the same direction as her dress. Mila smiles at me, eyes devouring my chest and the tattoos that adorn my skin. She eyes each with hunger, licking her lips as they go lower—down the happy trail that leads to a very hard dick. She crooks a finger at me. “Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Lowering myself over her body, I press our chests together. Feel her. Let her warmth seep into my skin as our lips meet.
This time, it’s not gentle. No. This time, I’m claiming her piece by piece, and I’m starting with her mouth.
It’s frantic, teeth clashing and hands wandering. Exploring every inch, memorizing the contours and curves that have been driving me insane since we met.
My tongue entwines with hers, slow flicks that turn hungry when she pulls my top lip between her teeth and bites down. It hurts, a pleasurable pain that rushes through my veins like liquid fire and then settles at the tip of my cock.
It flexes over her heat and she moans, gyrating against my length. Undulating until I can’t take it anymore and I grip her hip tight—hold her in place while my other hand skims down her stomach in slow sweeps.
Gentle little touches that make her shiver.
Her mouth drops open, and a whine leaves the back of her throat. “You’re driving me insane.”
“Good.” Her eyes blaze at my words, and this is what I want. I want her insane with lust. Mila’s lips part, and I can almost make out the expletives floating around in her mind, but before she can curse my existence, I cup her. Cover that sweet little pussy between her thighs and press the heel of my palm against her clit.
Her eyes roll back, hips rising. “Oh, God.” It’s a moan. A plea.
“It’s Nick, baby. Say my name.” I rub her slowly, with no rush. Her thighs part further, opening her in a way that on the next swipe of my finger, I skim her labia. Soft. So soft and soaked in her sweetness.
My mouth waters, and I sit back on my knees. Watch her through hooded eyes and wait for her permission to explore further.
“Nick, I need you.” Fuck, my name on her lip sounds like bliss.
Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath to calm myself, but it’s a mistake. Her scent hits me then, this decadent essence that breaks my last shred of will. How can I survive another minute without her wetness coating my tongue? I want to gorge myself on the heady sweetness that calls to me.
“Nick?”
At once, my eyes snap open and lock with hers, hungry and almost violent with need. “Move your panties aside for me, Mila. Show me that pretty little pussy.”
With a shaky hand she moves down her body, stopping at the lace edge. “Should I take them off?”
“No.” My hands grab her thighs and push them back a bit toward her midsection. This opens her fully to my view, both her holes on display. “Move the fabric aside and show me what’s mine.”
“Okay.” Mimi lets out the breath I didn’t know she was holding and does as I ask.
Son of a fucking bitch. “Perfection.” It leaves me on a painful groan.
She’s pink and soft. Bare, with drops of wetness coating each plump lip like an invitation—one that I plan to accept and repeat every fucking day from here on out.
“Don’t move from this position.” Mila doesn’t answer. Instead, she gives a shy nod. Her trust in me makes me feel a hundred feet tall. Slowly, I bring a hand to her pussy and use my thumb to part her lips. Her clit is swollen; it throbs with each swipe while she trembles, hands fisting the sheets tightly in her grasp. “You are a gift, sweetheart. One I plan to savor.”
She’s watching me. Holding her breath as I lower my face to the very edge of her mound and nuzzle the pliant flesh. Lower, I skim down until my lips press over her clit. Her scent invades my senses like a battering ram, and I grunt against her softness.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out, hands grabbing onto my hair to keep me in place. The reaction is instinctual, sexy—she’s lost to the sensations only I can create. My dick likes this reaction. It’s leaking for her.
Each pulsing throb releases another drop of pearl-like liquid that rolls down my cock.
“Say my name,” I growl out, my tongue swiping over her clit, and then lower. Stopping at her small, tight entrance, I dip the very tip inside and stop. “Baby, I need to hear you say it.”
