“I’d save you all and any pain.” I’d do anything for her.
“Yes, but it hurts so good. You’re spreading me open. Making me yours.”
That does it.Making her mine. With a groan, I push the last few inches, until I’m fully in her, pressed together and the head of my cock deep.
Oh god this is going to kill me.
“You feel too good, Mia. I have to move.”
“Yes.” She flexes her hips and I groan as I slowly pull out almost all the way, until her pussy is clenching at the tip of my cock. Then I thrust back home. Easy this time. Right. So unutterably right.
I look into her eyes as I ease in and out, stroking her, adjusting to find the perfect angle. I touch her face with my fingertips and brush our noses together before kissing her. A soft, gentle, loving kiss in stark contrast to where I’m spearing into her. I’ve accelerated without conscious thought. Harder and deeper. I’m trembling with the intensity of our joining, like this is my first time too. It feels like it. The scent and taste of her as well as the indescribable pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever felt.
I’ve never been this open to any person, have never let anyone see me so vulnerable and unguarded. But Mia? With her, every filthy sexual fantasy is all wrapped up with love and tenderness. This isn’t smoking hot sexwithher. It’s smoking hot sexbecauseit’s her.
“You’re it, for me, Mia,” I say against her lips, still unable to close my eyes because I have to see everything. I have to fill her up and claim her entirely. “And I’m going to breed you.”
9
MIA
No one ever told me sex was thisclose.
Like, I knew there was a big deal about the pleasure, and people do all sorts of stupid things to have orgasms. Which, fine. I was aware of that and figured I wasn’t missing out on much because I have fingers and an imagination.
But I was missing out. I didn’t have this union with the man I love more than anything in the world, and the proof that he loves me too. The way James is holding and looking at me, there’s no room for anything else. I can’t doubt. This is forever love.
His body is on me protectively, and also inside me. There’s nothing between us and I feel I could reach right into him, like he’s lodged in me. And his weight. Oh god he’s so big everywhere, and heavy, pinning me onto the bed. He traps me perfectly. It sounds ridiculous, but all his strength and power over and around and in me, and my brain can only see it as care. Safety. Love.
The feel of his skin on mine is incredible. I can’t stop touching him, caressing his shoulders and back as he ups the pace of his thrusts. Where I’m soft and podgy, he’s firm and silky. The dark hair on his forearms and chest looks so masculine but feels like luxury. I pet him, smoothing my fingers over his hair, and he smirks. Amused at me, despite everything.
He’s a big dangerous scarred beast, and he’smine.
And his cock. Oh yeah. His cock is rubbing the sensitive parts of my passage, tempting me into madness. Being underneath him is overwhelming.
That’s just the physical stuff, and that would be enough. But his words too. In between long drugging, filthy kisses where he sucks my lip into his mouth, nibbles on my cheek and explores me with his tongue, he tells me that he loves me and that I’m his good lass. And I’m certain he’ll say that as many times as I need, and I really, really do need. I crave his approval and getting it so easily? It’s turning the tap of a deep, sweet water well in a desert. A sudden and miraculous excess of the very thing you have to have to survive.
James groans when I dig my nails into his muscled buttocks, urging him faster and harder. In response, or maybe retaliation, he hooks my knees and pushes my legs higher. That spreads me open further for him, and I gasp at how much deeper he goes on the next thrust.
“I wanted you from the moment you appeared at my door, Mia,” he says, releasing my leg and tangling his fingers in my hair. “I needed to sink deep into your sweet wet pussy and feel you come on my cock.”
I’d like to have enough brainpower to reply to his deliciously dirty talk in a sane way. But all I have is, “Your big cock feels amazing.”
That’s out of my mouth before I can think, and I’d snatch it back if I could. But I can’t come up with anything better, because I am destroyed by him.
And James doesn’t seem to mind. He smiles and asks, “Yeah? It’s all for you, Mia.” Before he drives even deeper. He’s pounding me into the bed, reckless and wild and sweaty. It’s glorious.
“I’m going to love you and be inside you and make you come every single day from now on,” he pants out. His green eyes have gone savage. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Yes,” I whimper. I’m so near. I wasn’t aware I could be this aroused without even a touch to my clit, but I can. I’m on the point of coming. It’s so close, I’m…
“Do you want me to fill you up, mo chridhe?” he says in that low, rough voice, untangling his fingers from my hair and palming my hip. His hand presses between us. “You need to come and then I’ll spill into you.”
As though I needed his instruction, I break. I shatter into a thousand pieces as wave after wave of pleasure overcomes me. It’s sharp and seamless and unrelenting, this feeling, and it tumbles over me from where we join. It reaches all the way to my toes and my fingertips.
“Mia!” James bites my neck, rams into me once, twice more, then shudders. His cock is seated in me, as close as two people could be, pulsing. He’s spurting hot come into me, so much I’m full. I can feel that extra, more than his big cock. It’s seeping at the edges, despite how snugly he fits.
I’m a boneless sated creature being covered and squished in the best way when he collapses onto his forearms, groaning. I’m entirely caught, unable to move. I’m so content.
