My hands travel up her thighs and under the jersey. I smile against her mouth when I’m not met with any stitch of fabric on her hips.
“Come here,” I say, scooping her up then going back on the mattress. She lets out a little squeal when I raise her up again and set her right down on my face.
She hovers at the first few strokes of my tongue, but once I circle her clit, her hand digs into my hair and her whole body relaxes.
“Shit, Adam. That feels good.”
I want to tell her she tastes good, but why say it when I can show it? My hands wrap around her thighs, holding her in place. I map every inch of her pussy with my tongue, paying close attention to every sound she makes, every muscle that tenses, especially the ones that have her body shivering.
There seems to be one specific roll of my tongue that really gets her, so teasing her with it, I wait right until she lets out a soft little moan, then pull back.
“Dammit, Adam.” Her legs fight against my hold. “Don’t edge me like that.”
I chuckle, letting her go just enough to kiss her thigh. “I’m not done with my meal yet.”
Mia’s hummed laugh rolls into a moan when I lean up, licking her center again. “But what if I want to taste you now?” she pants.
“Well, turn around, baby.” I kiss her inner thigh again. “This pussy isn’t going anywhere.” I look up at the wicked smile on her face and drop my hands from her legs. “Go on, turn around.”
Mia rolls her lips trying to contain that smile she has, but as independent and capable of a woman as she is—I can see how much she likes letting go in these moments.
Shifting around, I keep my hands on her hips, placing small kisses on her skin as she moves.
Once she gets settled, a hand wraps around my shaft as she lowers her body against mine. Her tongue licks at my tip, and I know she’s about to try to tease me like I did her.
And for that, I smack her ass.
“Adam,” she clips with a tease in her tone.
Another smack. “Mia.”
Moving my hand around her back, I pull her body closer to my face. “If you want to play, then be my guest…I’m still hungry.”
My tongue is inside her the moment I finish my sentence. She lets out a moan and sends her hips back, pressing into my face.
She pulses back and forth, riding out the sensation as her hand works me over. When she pulls up more than usual, my hold on her tightens.
Mia’s laugh practically rolls into a small moan. “Hell, Adam, I thought you said I could taste you, too.”
I let out a groan and loosen my grip. “I’m greedy, Mia. I’m still hoping I can convince you to stay longer than the weekend.”
Mia spits on her hand, working me over as she licks the tip. “Well, you’re off to a good start. Maybe let me come this time.”
And just as I’ve done to her, she takes me in her mouth before a response can come. I lift my hips without a second thought. It’s her small choking noises that get me to pull back. If those keep up, I won’t last another minute.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I roll my tongue the way she liked so damn much a few minutes ago. With each pass, I can feel her body tense. Her mouth takes a little less of me as the sensation builds.
“Adam…” I’m not entirely sure if my name is coming as a warning or a plea, but the only answer I’m going to give her is my moan as I continue to make her come all over my face.
She tries to take me back in her mouth again, but she’s on the edge, I can feel it. Running a hand against her soft skin, I pause at her ass then lightly smack it one more time.
That does it. Her body melts completely against mine as her orgasm consumes her. I keep my mouth in rhythm with her, drawing back slightly as she comes down.
My name comes out again as she tries to catch her breath. Fuck, I’ve never quite liked my name as much as I do when I hear her say it.
I kiss down her thighs. “You said you brought condoms, right?”
“Yeah,” she says in a stronger breath. “They’re in the nightstand drawer.” Mia leans her body back up off mine, then reaches in the drawer. “You know, the men are supposed to be the ones to bring condoms.”
