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She’s wearing a bodysuit made of black lace and mesh. The neckline plunges down between her breasts, and delicate swirls of lace just barely cover her nipples. Ribbed mesh covers her stomach, leading down to a scrap of fabric that shows off the groomed triangle of hair between her legs. Garters extend from the bodysuit to sheer thigh-high socks that come an inch above the suede boots I bought her.
She’s always sexy, no matter what she’s wearing, but right now, it takes all of my willpower not to pull her into my lap and lick right over the thin lace covering those pretty pink nipples. I clench my ass to fight the wave of arousal that goes through me when she drags her finger from her collarbone, thrown in sharp relief against her outfit, all the way down to the rib leading straight to her cunt.
She gathers her hair in her hands and lets it fall as she bites her lip. Her eyelashes flutter.
“Fucking hell,” I say, my voice low and rough. I can’t help it; I squeeze my cock through my jeans.
She lets go of her lip slowly. I can’t take my eyes off the slick lip gloss, imagining that it’s spit and my seed coating them instead.
“Not until I give you permission,” she purrs.
The song kicks up a notch. I can barely pay attention to the lyrics, not when I have a literal angel dancing for me, but what I do catch sounds so perfectly Mia that I smile. She turns in a slow circle, showing off the way the fabric just barely covers the sweet curve of her ass. There’s a heart-shaped cutout right at her lower back, and the garters extend straight down the backs of her thighs, teasing lines that make my cock jump. I want to slap her bottom until it turns pink, maybe fuck her there, too, but it’s her show. I’ll beg her for whatever she wants to give me, whether that’s fucking her or letting her tease me all night. If she wants to drag me along until a single touch will make me blow my load, I’ll let her. She’s my dark angel, and by the curve of her smile as she looks over her shoulder at me? She knows it.
She slides her hands down her sides, over her ass, and gives herself a little smack before turning around. As the song launches into the chorus again, she dips into a crouch, then rises slowly, her hips gyrating all the while. She slips one strap down, and then the next, pulling the bodysuit down far enough to free her tits. She palms them, letting her head fall back. Letting me hear the evidence of her pleasure in the way she moans.
I’m so stiff in my pants that I’m afraid to move. She gives me another smile, smug because she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and saunters over.
She crawls onto the bed, her hair spilling over her shoulders, her eyes dark and shining. When she straddles my lap, I nearly buck my hips. She leans down, leaving her lips half an inch from mine, and says, “Keep watching. Hands to yourself, but take off your shirt.”
I do as she says, hoping for a kiss, but she doesn’t indulge me. She runs her nails down my chest, tracing over the lines of my tattoo. She rocks back and forth against my crotch. My balls draw up tight, aching without contact; it’d only take a stroke or two to send me over the edge.
“Fucking love your body,” she says, as breathless as I am. She squeezes my bicep. “You’re so strong.”
Even though she’s in control, I see how difficult it is to maintain it; I know she wants to kiss me just as badly. There’s nothing sexier than seeing her like this, just as needy as me, wanting so much even as she struggles to keep up the game.
“Sweetheart,” I beg. “Just one kiss.”
She reaches between us and strokes my cock over my jeans as the song fades. Her lips brush against mine, feather-light. The gloss on her lips is strawberry-flavored, an unexpectedly sweet taste that I want more of. When I try to deepen the kiss, she pulls away, pushing me against the headboard.
She rises to her feet carefully, balancing over me on the bed. I can’t help myself; I reach up and run my hand down her long leg, the soft suede of her boot. I’ve had dreams about these boots, but none of them have come close to this. Electricity zings down my spine, settling low. It’s so hard not to pull her down and roll us over, to kiss her until I steal the breath right from her lungs, to claim her until there’s no doubt in either of our minds that she’s mine and I’m hers.
Her smile turns downright feline. She lifts her leg, planting the heel of her boot right against my tattoo, and grinds down.
At the bloom of pain, I come right in my fucking pants.
“Holy fucking shit.” My head thuds against the wall as I groan through the orgasm, the delicious rush of it jolting like lightning.
She gasps, as if the sight of me coming is enough to send her wobbling over the edge too, and drops into my lap. Her hands wind through my hair, tugging firmly, as she kisses me, licking into my mouth. I wrap my arms around her, digging my fingers into that maddening lace, and kiss her to calm my racing heart. My chest aches from her heel.
I’ve never felt so fucking wanted. I’ve never come harder in my life. She knew just what to do to bring it to the next level, to take command even as she’s giving me everything she has.
She pulls back after a long moment. “Wanna ride your face.”
I groan. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She laughs as she kisses me again. “That was so hot.”
Her laughter is music to my ears. I join in, and for a moment, we just laugh together, hopped up on adrenaline. There’s something about Mia that makes it so easy to go from serious to goofy, inside the bedroom and out. I brush her hair back, pressing a kiss to her jaw and biting down gently. “Oh yeah?”
“Been dreaming about that,” she murmurs. “Seeing you lose control got me so close to the edge, baby.”
“Keep the boots on,” I say as I drag my hands down her back. I trace along the heart-shaped cutout, pleased when that makes her shiver. “Can’t get enough of you in them.”
“Aren’t I supposed to be giving the orders right now?” she teases. Still, she wriggles out of the body suit the rest of the way. As sexy as she looks in all that dark lace, my heart races at the sight of her bare, her face flushed, her nipples pebbled in the cool dark of the room. I scoot down, settling on my back, my cock stirring again already as she sits right on my face.
I could die happily right here and now, with Mia’s soft, strong thighs on either side of my head and her cunt pressed against my mouth. No hesitation, no shyness. She knows what she wants, and I want nothing more than to deliver. I settle my hands on her thighs, breathing against her delicate skin, and relish in her shivering.
“So pretty,” I murmur right against her skin. She cries out from the vibrations of my voice. “You taste like heaven, Mia Angel.”
