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As soon as the last word passes through her lips, I have her on the bed with my body hovering over hers, just close enough to feel her all around me without pressing for more. I need to make sure that she wants this.
Wants me.
“Say it again,” I grunt, voice deep and full of the hunger I am fighting to repress. “Tell me what you want, beautiful.”
“You.” One word, and it flips my world once more. I’m no longer a civilized man. No, she’s sent me back into a vortex where I’m ruled by carnal needs. Every single muscle in my body responds to her want. The pleasure that ripples through me is almost a religious experience.
“You’ll have me. Anything you want,” I vow as a shiver runs down my back, and I thrust myself against her cloth-covered core. At once, her thighs part and she cradles me. A perfect fit; those long legs wrap themselves around me, and she digs her heels into the small of my back.
Even through the fabric of my jeans, I feel her as I rub my length over her pussy. I feel her wetness, the pure essence of her arousal as it filters through my pants, leaving a wet spot.
Fuck, she feels good. Too good, and I look down between us.
Mila is laying on my bed, thighs spread for me. Her curvy body is arching, wanting my touch, silently begging me to give her the pleasure only I can give.
Seeing her want for me is a heady feeling. Life’s greatest pleasure will be doing this for her.
“Touch me, Nick.” It’s low, but I hear it. My eyes snap to hers, and my heart stops once more. Everything with her makes me feel like it’s the first time. The butterflies and nerves, the want and passionate desire she invokes.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Closing the gap between us, I cover her body with mine and kiss her. No rush. Just a slow caress. My hand fists her hair, angling her to my liking, while the other slowly sweeps down the side of her body from her collarbones down to the swell of her chest. Through the thin fabric of her dress, I feel the tight little buds beg for attention, and I cup her. Feel her perfection in my hand, while my thumb swipes over the sensitive tip.
“More.” She lifts her back, pushing her tit against my palm, the crisscross design of the top of her dress top of her dress slipping lower with each movement. No bra. Mila is bare beneath this scrap of fabric, and my mouth waters. I need to taste her.
With a swift pull, they bounce free and I am mesmerized. Soft and round, her tits sit high on her chest with small nipples in the same shade of rose as the blush on her cheeks.
Motherfucking mine. I can’t stop myself from devouring the newly uncovered flesh with hunger, and goose bumps rise all over her skin.
My eyes stay on hers while I lower my face and flick my tongue over a pebbled tip once, twice, before taking her nipple between my teeth and giving a soft bite. The shock of pleasurable pain on her face will forever be tattooed into memory.
Her eyes widen and lips part as she sucks in a breath through her teeth. I stop for a second and watch the emotions flitter across her face, and through each expression there isn’t a single complaint. She doesn’t ask me to stop.
Instead, those grey orbs tell me to do it again. And I do.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers. Her thighs tighten around my hips, trying to pull me closer, but I stay as I am. Enjoying her. Slowly.
“No rush, sweetheart. Relax.”Releasing her, I skim my lips across her chest and latch on to the other tit. How can her skin be so sweet? She tastes of sugar, of this unique saccharine flavor that can only come from her.
Everything about her speaks to me—she’s been created for me. Of that, I have no doubt.
Taking a stiff peak between my lips, I tug. “I’m going to enjoy discovering every single inch of you.” Releasing her with a pop, I blow over the wet tip and smile. “Owning you.”
“Please,” she cries out, bucking her hips to rub against my length. The sight and feel of her wanton need causes a low rumble to build in my chest—it vibrates between our bodies as I snap my hips, meeting her thrust for thrust. “You feel…I’m so close already.”
Her whine creates a euphoric desperation to see more. Kiss more.
Explore her from the very top of her head to those cute toes.
“You need to come, sweetness? Is your pussy needing my attention?”
“Nick, please…I—”
“Shhhh,” I hum against the center of her chest, dropping an open-mouthed kiss there. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.” There’s excitement in her eyes, a wonder that tells me more than words can. She’s innocent, and I need to make everything we do special.
With my tongue I draw patterns on her skin, nipping down her slim stomach as I pull the dress lower. She lifts her hips, helping me remove it a second before it is thrown somewhere behind us. Not that I care where it lands.
Not one bit when I have an almost naked Mila on my bed. All that is left of her modesty is a miniscule pair of lacy white panties. They’re stretching over her mound, labia peaking out from the very edge.
