Chapter 29
CHAPTER 29
ROM
Mia was still twitching as I slid her thighs off my shoulders and sat back on my heels to admire my handiwork.
Fuck, that was the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen.
It glistened with her wetness, dripping down her ass and pooling on the duvet.
She moved to close her legs, but my hands tightened on her thighs, keeping her spread open. “Let me look at it,” I growled.
Her muscles relaxed. I loved that she was indulging my new obsession.
My eyes traced over those pink, puffy folds. I imagined feeding my cock between them and shuddered. I was so fucking hard that I was pulsating.
With effort, I tore my gaze away. If I wanted to last more than a single thrust, I needed to cool down.
She was still catching her breath, so I decided it was time to get her heels off. I was pretty sure I had marks from them on my back—not that I minded. Making her fall apart had been glorious. Somewhere in the top five experiences of my life. She tasted just like I remembered, like a ripe fucking raspberry—sweet with a little tang.
I grabbed her foot and propped it on top of my thigh. There was a thin strap around her ankle, held together with the world’s tiniest clasp—what the fuck was up with women and microscopic closures on everything? I undid it and pulled the shoe off. Her toes were painted.
Pink.
I slid my thumb over them.
Then I did the same with her other foot.
“Thanks,” she said weakly.
The next item on my list of things I needed to remove from her body was that dress. Yeah, she looked stunning in it when we were on the dance floor, but now it was just a nuisance.
I sank onto the bed beside her, gave her a bruising kiss, and then flipped her face down onto the mattress.
“Fuck me,” I grumbled as my fingers closed around the first button. “They’re tiny and the same color as the fabric. How the fuck did you get this on in the first place?”
One popped open.
“Patience,” she said.
Then two.
“Not my fucking virtue.”
Three.
“Thank you for not ripping into it like a caveman.”
Four.
“Don’t thank me yet. I’m still considering it.”
She laughed.
Slowly, the two sides of the dress parted, revealing swaths of smooth, golden-brown skin.
I wasn’t even close to being done, but I couldn’t fucking resist. I leaned down and pressed my lips to her spine, kissing vertebra by vertebra as they appeared. Goosebumps spread over her skin.
It dawned on me I never did shit like this. I wasn’t gentle when I fucked. But with her, I couldn’t help it.
I wanted to savor this.
After another few buttons, the dress had finally loosened enough for me to slide it off her shoulders. My gaze raked over the expanse of her bare back, and I traced my fingers along her ribcage as I slowly peeled the gown down, exposing more and more of her. She shivered under my touch, her breath catching when my hands reached the swell of her ass.
She let me grope her for a bit before she rolled onto her back with the dress pooled around her hips. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips swollen from our kisses.
She wasn’t nearly as shy as I'd expected and lifted her hips and pushed the last of the dress down.
Bare.
Finally, completely bare.
I licked my lips and let my eyes slide down her body. Over her full breasts—sensational—to the dip of her waist—sexy as hell—to the flare of her hips—made for me to grab.
Perfect. She was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen.
I placed my hands on her thighs. My lungs rose and fell as I watched the contrast of my skin against hers.
Slowly, I slid my fingers upward over her hipbones, over her ribcage, to the swell of her tits.
God, they were magnificent. Soft, full, perky. I thumbed her nipples, watching them harden to points while she squirmed.
My mouth watered. I was overwhelmed. I didn’t know where to fucking start. I wanted to lick, suck, and grab at everything, all at once. Her body was turning me into a glutton.
While I was struggling with indecision, she wrapped her hands around my wrists and tipped her head sideways, like she wanted me to lie down.
I did, not feeling like myself.
She climbed on top of me and settled on top of the tent in my slacks with a pressure that made me groan. Her dark hair tumbled down to frame her face.
This view was even better, gravity pulling her tits down into perfect globes. I filled my hands with them and sighed. She was a fucking dream.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured.
Her fingers brushed my jaw, tracing along the stubble, her touch featherlight.
“You’re overdressed,” she whispered.
Slowly, she undid the buttons of my shirt, pushing the fabric open once she reached the last one. Her lips traveled over my torso, pressing light kisses against my abdomen, my nipples, my collarbones. Her nails scraped over my abs, making me twitch against her.
My palm smoothed down her back, all the way down to her ass. I wanted to be inside her, but I was also enjoying her teasing. The way she seemed to be as fascinated with my body as I was with hers.
It might be the only thing she’ll ever like about you.
The thought was followed by a pang inside my chest that I ignored.
She sat up and stared at me, her gaze traveling over my torso as if wanting to map all the details out. And then her hands drifted to my belt. “May I?”
“Yeah.”
She undid my belt. Pulled down my zipper. Glanced at me shyly. “Maybe I want to hear it too.”
“Hear what?”
She wrapped her hand around my cock and pulled it out. “You moaning my name.” She slid down my legs until her face was level with it. “Otherwise, I might wonder what that sounds like, and the whole point of tonight is to get it out of our system, right?” She touched her lips to the swollen head.
I groaned, so fucking turned on, and so fucking pissed that for her, this was all about one night. Was my ego really so big to think a single orgasm could make her putty in my hands? It was irrational.
But there was nothing rational about how I felt about her.
“Right.”
Her tongue darted out, licking around the crown. “We should do everything we’ve fantasized about.”
My brow furrowed. How long was her list? Because we sure as fuck weren’t going to get through mine in one night. Not when every time I looked at her, I found another thing to obsess over.
Fuck, I was in so deep.
“Just fucking suck on it, Mia,” I growled, wishing the never-ending monologue inside my head would just shut up.
“Patience really is not your virtue,” she mused right before she dipped her head and took my cock all the way to the back of her throat.