SEVENTEEN
Luke
I’m a little disappointed when Mia doesn’t join me in the shower. Which is dumb. I’ve got all night to spend with her. I mean, she doesn’t want me in her face twenty-four seven. I should probably back off a bit.
She seems happy enough to have me around, but as we eat dinner, she’s quiet. I go to get up and take the plates to the kitchen, but she stops me. “Hey, you remember I said there’s something I wanted to tell you?”
She looks so nervous. I sit back down and she twists her fingers in the sleeve of my jumper she’s wearing while I wait for her to start.
Oh, fuck.
Is this the part where she tells me she’s going back to Sydney? The part where she lets me down gently because I might be what she wants right now, but I can’t be what she needs forever?
“I’ve been thinking—”
“Mia, I promise, whatever it is, I’ll be it. I’ll do it.”
“Huh?” She stops twisting the jumper and stares at me. “What are you talking about?”
“You just tell me what you need and I’ve got you, OK? It doesn’t matter what. But don’t go. Don’t give up on this yet. It’s good. I feel it.”
Her eyes widen and her mouth parts on a little ‘o’. “No, Luke. That’s not it at all. It is good. So good. I started thinking today how good, and then I realised. You just fit. You fit me like I was supposed to know you all along. Like I’m meant to be here with you.”
What she says steals all the breath from my lungs. It’s what I’ve been waiting for her to say. It’s just so much quicker than I ever dreamed.
I grin. “You are meant to be here. Or I’m meant to be where you are. Whatever way we do it, you’re right. We fit. Tongue in groove.”
Her brows furrow, but she’s smiling. “What’s that?”
I laugh. “It’s a joint, like one piece fits inside the other and that’s what holds the two bits of wood together.”
Now she’s grinning, too. “That’s us.” Standing from her seat, she comes to sit in my lap, one leg on either side of mine. “Tongue in groove.” She kisses me sweetly and I’m too overcome with emotion to say anything else. How am I such a lucky bastard to have the girl of my dreams right here in my arms?
Eventually, she pulls away and gives me a cheeky smile. “You know, tongue in groove sounds kind of dirty. Are you sure it’s not just some dirty tradie joke?”
“Oh yeah? And just what are you thinking of, dirty girl?”
She giggles, and I swear to God, the sound travels down my spine and tugs at my balls. Mia stands and I slip my hands around her waist, lifting her onto the table in front of me. Automatically, she spreads her thighs for me, which I fucking love. Like she knows that’s my home right there.
I stand. “Can I ask you something?”
“What?” Her voice is breathless and her cheeks flushed.
I probably look just as dopey looking down at her. I don’t care. “You ready to tell the world I’m yours? Because I’d really, really like to put more than just a tongue in this groove tonight.”
Her ankles hook around my hips, and she pulls me closer. “Mmm, I want you to, but what will people think? What will your family think?”
I growl, cup the back of her neck, and tilt her face to look up at me. “You think I care what the fuck anyone thinks as long as you’re mine?”
She holds my gaze for a moment and I wonder if she can see all the passion and the certainty behind my eyes.
I guess she can because a moment later, she’s smiling again. Then her hips roll against mine and her hands fist in the front of my shirt. “Then I don’t care either. I want to be your girlfriend.”
With that she pulls me in for a kiss so fierce I wonder if she’s been holding back all this time. She grinds on me, sucks me in, even bites on my lower lip when I go to pull back.
My cock is hard and aching to be released, and my balls feel tight.
No way we’re making it to her bedroom.
I’ve been waiting too damn long to get inside Mia.
Pushing aside the plates and dinner things, I tug off the jumper and her top and lay her back on the table under me. She moans when I dip my head and kiss up her belly, stopping to lavish attention just below her bra, teasing my tongue beneath the underwire, then kissing down to dip my tongue into her navel. She tries to tug me higher, but I don’t budge. I might not be able to keep my hands off her long enough to take her to bed, but I’m in no rush to end this either.
She arches her back when I finally reach behind her to unfasten the bra. We have it off in half a second and her breasts bare and waiting, nipples hard and pebbled. So goddamn tempting. I cup them and squeeze them gently, loving their shape in my palms, loving the way she groans with desire.
When I rub my thumbs across her nipples, her back bows off the table and I grin with satisfaction. My pulse throbs in my fingertips when I glide them as gently as I can across her satin skin. Down and slipping beneath the waistband of her leggings and panties so I can pull them off.
When I finally have her naked pussy spread for me like dessert, I’m all but beside myself. Pent up longing fires all my nerves until every pulse of my cock against the seam of my jeans is agony.
“Oh, my god, I need you so much, Luke. I don’t want to wait.”
I’ve hardly gotten started. I haven’t even tasted her yet. She’s echoing my thoughts, though. “Then be good and cum for me quickly.”
She groans, and when I lower my mouth to her slick pussy, her hands go into my hair.
I love it.
Love the sting of her tugging me to just the right place, like she can’t hold back as much as I can’t hold back my need for this. Her salty sweet perfection coats my tongue and lips, and I flick the swelling nub of her clit with a slow rhythmic motion. It doesn’t take long before it’s pushing out from under the hood of skin, hard and needy, and so ready for attention. Planting my mouth, I suck on her, using my hands to keep her spread for me when she bucks at the sensation.
“Oh!” Her fingers tighten in my hair and my cock gives an answering throb in my pants. Not long now. Just a little longer. I can hold on for her.
I need it, though. Need the feel of being that close to her, being inside her. I push two fingers through her juices and slide them up into her tight little pussy. Oh, fuck is she tight. Her inner muscles squeeze me as soon as I’m inside, and I know she’s close. Bloody hell.
I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
Curling my fingers, I reach for that spot that’ll send her flying. I keep my mouth on her clit, and when I find it she cries out. “Right there! Keep going, oh, keep going.”
I don’t stop. No way. I do just what she says, curling my fingers and flicking my tongue, until a burst of sweetness wets my chin and Mia shudders in my arms.
Beautiful. Beautiful. I don’t even have to look up to know that gorgeous expression is on her face. Her lips parted, her brow furrowed, and her cheeks flushed like she’s been in the sun a little too long.
Easing my fingers out of her, I reach for my fly with shaking hands. This is it. This is the moment. Ten years I’ve waited to be here again.
I’m not going to fuck this up like last time. I’m not going to let go until she’s cum on my cock more times than she can count.
I’ll be counting, though. I’ll be counting every single one, and no matter how many times she does, it won’t be enough.
My cock is angry and red, juices from the tip have already made a damp patch in my underwear. Mia lifts up on her elbows to look down at it. I grasp it and put on the condom. Lucky I’ve been walking around with these in my pocket for days, so I don’t have to go anywhere before I’m ready to sink into heaven.
I groan as I thrust home. I have to brace myself on the table under her and take a long breath. Bloody hell. I slip straight in, and she hugs me tighter than any fist, like she never wants me to leave.
I wouldn’t if I had my way. I’d like to have her wrapped around me always. Only, I’d never get anything done! I don’t know how I’ll ever get anything done again except for this as it is. Not now I’m reminded how bloody perfect she is.
Her arms go around my neck and she tugs me down for another searing kiss. I can hardly focus. I haven’t even moved yet and I’m overwhelmed.
Get it together, Luke.
I draw in a breath full of her scent and graze my lips against hers as I pull away and force myself to take control. This is it. This is the moment where I build on the foundations I’ve laid here, so she can see just how I’m going to take care of her for the rest of our lives.
I start slowly. If I do anything else, I’ll spill in seconds.
Rocking my hips, I nudge in and out of her, grinding in close, focused on her face. Mia looks up at me with a smile that says I’ve still got a lot of work to do. She’s nowhere near where I want her—out of her mind with pleasure.
“Feel good, baby?”
She nods. “So good.”
“How do I make it better?”
A little furrow grows between her brows. “Luke, it’s good! Trust me, it’s good.”
Not good enough. She’s still speaking in coherent sentences.
Leaning back, I change the angle. She gasps. Her belly tightens and her eyelids flutter closed.
Better.
Sliding a hand between us, I press her clit with my thumb, and I know I’ve found just the right spot when she clenches around me.
Her eyes fly open again and she grabs my arms, nails digging into my skin. “Oh, God! Luke! Keep doing that.”
Too fucking right I will.
A little faster now, I keep my rhythm, trying not to focus on the sweet grip of her pussy or the way her small breasts shake as I bump against her with each thrust. She’s pure perfection, my Mia. Utterly and totally the girl of my dreams. So despite my best intentions, I thrust harder and faster, lost in the feeling of her.
She urges me on with little moans and cries. I surf the wave of her pleasure until finally it crests. Her body clenches. Her nails dig deeper. Then she opens her mouth, sucks in a breath, and I’m almost dragged under as her orgasm hits.
I slow, still thrusting into her, rubbing her clit to see it through to the very end. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. Give it to me.”