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But damn if that didn’t have me not turning away from her.
Rather, I did what I never did with women.
I loosened my grip from her arms, and just as I saw the relief flash through her eyes, I grabbed her hips and pulled her in tight. The swell of her stomach against my now hard, aching cock gave me pause, but not nearly as much as the need to kiss her did.
I didn’t kiss women.
I didn’t kiss men either, you fuckers.
I just didn’t kiss. I put my mouth on pussies, dipped my tongue in them too, but my mouth never touched another’s. Not really sure why, to be honest; kissing just never was high on my agenda. I always had other places I wanted my lips and tongue to be.
But at this moment, the only place I wanted them was on Mia’s full, pink ones.
Her mouth opened on a gasp and I took the opportunity to sweep my tongue inside. My hands gripped at her hips, and I fought the desperate need to pull her closer than she already was. Any closer and I’d be inside her, fucking her against the wall.
Not that that was a bad idea.
I reached around her to grab a handful of her delectable ass, remembering the feel of the full globes filling my hands. She went up on tiptoe and finally, finally she was participating. Her hands were in my hair, her tongue battling mine. Mia tried pressing closer and she groaned in disappointment when she couldn’t. I couldn’t help but pull back just enough to chuckle.
“What do you need, Mia?” I whispered against her mouth right before I nipped at her upper lip.
“You,” she whispered back as she moved her hands out of my hair, her fingers grazing through my beard. She traced her fingers down my neck, my chest, my sternum. Down, down, she kept going down.
I kept my body still, not wanting to rush her pursuit but my cock was fucking ecstatic at the trail her hands were taking. Her fingers lingered at the top of my pants, just above my belt, where my shirt was tucked.
Untuck it, I wordlessly pleaded with her. Untuck it and stick your hands down my pants, Mia. Do it.
She kept a hand at the top of my belt buckle and with her palm, trailed over and down to where my cock was standing up and at attention, as best as it could against my pants. Her palm covered me and I bit back a moan. Fucking God, I needed her hand to squeeze me.
But be careful what you wish for, because—
“Fucking A!”
She fucking squeezed all right. She fucking squeezed so fucking hard, my hands fell from her and she stepped back.
Her face was flushed but her eyes still held that sheen of tears from before, and that, ladies and gentlemen, is what gave me the truest pause. She’d been into the kiss. I knew that she had been; she was more fucking responsive now than she had been in March. So what was up with this look?
“I said keep your hands off of me, Conor,” she said, her lip quivering just slightly but her eyes held fire. She pulled down on her shirt—more in a nervous habit, if I had to guess, than to straighten it—and pushed her chin up. “Not everything can be answered with sex. When you’re ready to be an adult and talk to me, I’ll be happy to do just that.”
This time when she pushed past me, I let her go, watching as she left the small confines of the bathroom.
I should be pissed. Fuck, my dick ached for a whole different reason at this very moment.
But rather than be pissed, I was slightly amused.
Mia had claws.
I couldn’t wait to tame them.
