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Mia has always been proud of her body and has never shied away or covered up. I mean, she’s a former stripper, for fuck’s sake. She used to own her body. I might read too much into why she’s leaving her panties on, but I don’t think I am. With what she told us, it makes sense that she needs to… I don’t know… Cover herself somehow.
When Mia moves closer to me, I stiffen, even considering scooting closer to the edge. “I need you to hold me, Coen.” Her voice is so small.
“I don’t know how to,” I admit with a sigh. I mean, I know how to hold a woman—my woman. However, after what she’s been through, I need her to tell me what’s okay. The last thing I want to do is upset her or touch her wrong. “Mia, I need you to tell me what you want. I don’t want to overstep or do something you don’t want accidentally.”
Turning around, Mia moves so close that I can feel her warm breath across my chest. “Nothing is unwanted, not when it’s with you.”
Surely she doesn’t mean… No, of course not. Although… Maybe she is… I already know she’s fucked Kas in the basement and that she got hot and heavy with Alec on New Year’s Eve. So far, there doesn’t seem to be any remnants of what Mr. Riley—Neil—did to her. Sure, she’s jumpy and skittish, but she’s not shying away from sex.
Before I can wrestle my mind into submission and stop it from going there, Mia leans up and slants her lips to mine. The way she immediately parts her lips and wraps her tongue around mine when I do the same is almost desperate. There’s an urgency and importance in her kiss that I haven’t tasted before.
“Are you—”
Mia interrupts me. “Don’t ask me if I’m sure. I wouldn’t be kissing you if I didn’t want to. Don’t worry about it.”
Don’t worry about it… How the fuck can I not? And also, why does she keep telling me not to ‘worry about it’?
“Of course, I worry. It’s what I do.”
With a small laugh, she pulls away and looks into my eyes. “I guess I need to take your mind off things then, make you forget all those worries.”
When I feel her hand move down my chest, I’m torn between stopping her or seeing how far she’s willing to go. It’s not that I don’t welcome her touch, but not if it is only to prove a point.
Every thought dissipates when I feel her hand close around my cock, and even though it’s on top of my boxers, it feels too good. “Mia,” I groan as she pumps me slowly. “You don’t have to do this.”
With a fiercely determined look in her eyes, she stops so she can push my boxers down, and because I’m selfish and horny, I lift my ass to help her.
“You feel so good, Coen. I’ve missed having you inside me.”
No longer caring that I don’t know how to touch her, I let my hands run down her body. Palming her tits and pinching the nipples on my way, and as soon as my hand reaches her pubic bone, I push her thong out of the way.
When my finger touches her clit, she squeezes my dick harder. “Yes, keep going,” she moans and pumps me faster and harder. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”
Her moans are like a siren call, and I feel like I’ll go insane if I don’t get to eat her out. I only have to move us a little before she lies on her back. That’s all I need before I bend over her and suck her taut nipple into my mouth, earning another moan from her, which makes me brave enough to continue my journey south.
“N-no, don’t… Stop!” I immediately freeze as Mia struggles to get out from under me. She’s no longer pliable, she’s shaking. “I-I want this, but you can’t see… I mean, you can’t go down there. If you stay up here so you can’t see me, it’s fine.”
I’m frozen, unable to fully grasp what she’s saying, and all I can think to say is, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have touched you.”
I really am a fucking prick.
Mr. Riley might not have raped her, but he did other things that were just as bad. When it comes to assault, I don’t believe in worse or less. It’s all fucking harmful and unwanted, which can mess with your psyche beyond belief. So, what the fuck was I thinking? I shouldn’t have given in.
“Hey, Coen, come back to me.” Mia rises to her knees and moves closer to me, making me almost fall off the bed in my haste to get away from her. “Coen, I promise I’m fine. You did nothing wrong. I did this because I want this—you. I want you.”
Swallowing, I say, “No, I don’t think you do. You’re not ready, and I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
With a guttural cry, she rears back from me. “Is this just because I wouldn’t let you eat me out? Because I wouldn’t let you lick my pussy, you don’t think I’m ready? And because you have said it, that’s it, isn’t it?” When I try to reach for her, she dodges my attempt at getting my hands on her. “I’ll sleep on the couch. I have a call to make, anyway.”
I watch as she throws on one of my discarded tees and stomps out of my bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Although I contemplate following her, I decide against it. I can’t even pretend to understand what she’s going through, so what right do I have to force my presence on her? None.
Instead, I fish my phone out of my pocket on the floor and open the spy cam app. This way, I can at least check on her if she goes down to the basement.
