She lifted the corner of the blanket, affording me a view of her breasts.
“Come here,” she said.
“Oh,” I said. “Mia, no. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she said. “You’ll be gentle with me. You always have been.”
fifteen
. . .
Mia
He turned away from me,and the sting of rejection rose up fierce inside me.
Then I heard the zipper on his jeans, the thud of his belt on the floor. A wave of relief washed over me.
I wasn’t as immune to his charms as I’d imagined, and it was a problem.
Armin lifted the blanket and slipped into bed behind me, his chest hot against my back, his thick erection pressing into my flesh.
He wrapped his arm around me, his hand tracing light through the soft curls between my legs, up my abdomen and the curve of my belly.
His breath warmed the nape of my neck. He traced my earlobe with his tongue. I felt his heart pound hard against my back when his hand reached my breasts. He took his time fondling them, first one and then the other.
“Let me know if anything hurts, Mia.Please. It would kill me to think I’d hurt you.”
I didn’t respond, except to press my ass into his shaft and rub up against him.
He whimpered, pressing his face into my hair and inhaling deep. He lifted my leg and entered me from behind, his girth spreading me wide, slicking into me through the wetness of my spent orgasm. He took it slow, giving me time to adjust, time to change my mind, time to push him off.
But I wanted him now, inside me. The pressure of needing him had been building for days now. Though I’d be damned if I ever let on that I wanted this as much as he did.
If not more.
He slid the rest of himself inside. I felt the soft press of his testicles on my skin. I reached down and cupped them, held them against me, and Armin moaned.
He nipped at my neck, small bites, licking and sucking on my skin, working down to my shoulder while he rocked against me, sliding his thick shaft into me. He trailed a hand down from my breasts to reach inside and find my clit, still engorged from my happy ending.
I gasped and clutched his testicles to me, holding them against my body, the pressure building at my core.
“Oh,” he breathed into my ear. “Oh, Mia….”
He thrust faster, his fingers forming a V around my clit for me to rock against and I took advantage, working myself up and down his shaft, grinding into his fingers, his breathy grunts urging me on until the pleasure crested, and I screamed. My pussy clenched around him in a burst of fluid. I yanked his hand out, any touch there too much now, and I brought it back to my breast for him to knead greedily.
He went quiet, mumbling half-words I couldn’t understand, reaching around to bear me down on him, his hips thrusting, my body humming electric with the aftermath of my own orgasm, until he pulled out and moaned.
He ejaculated across my thigh and stomach in long strands, coaxing the last of it out with one hand.
“I’ll go get a washcloth to clean this up,” he panted.
“No,stay.” I dragged my finger through the semen slung across my abdomen and sucked on the taste of him. He propped himself up on one elbow and smoothed my hair back from my face, studying me. I wanted his touch, but not the careful scrutiny, so I pulled his arm over me like a blanket and snuggled into his warmth.
I hadn’t felt safe like this in two years.
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” he said into my hair. “Stay.”
“Oh Armin. I have to get back to work, back to…you know. My boss.”
