Chapter 10 #4
Boone ran his fingers down her arms, then along her midriff and hips before teasing them around the elastic of her practical panties. “I like these,” he said, lightly snapping the elastic.
Mila’s hands rested flat on the outside of her thighs, even though he could tell she was itching to touch him. She was resisting that desire, obeying him.
“They’re not very sexy,” she said.
“They’re the sexiest panties I’ve ever seen.
” Because they were on her. “But they’re in the way.
” Boone slipped them over her hips, letting them drop like the pants.
Once again, Mila stepped free. He was tempted to circle her, to take his time studying every scintillating curve of her body, but he could see from her slight trembling, from her shallow breathing, that her needs were becoming desperate.
Not surprising, considering it had been years since she’d been with a man.
Boone guided her back to the couch. “Lie down.”
She did as he said, stretching out on the plush cushions. If Boone had to pick a favorite thing about his new house—after the stone fireplace—it would be this wide, comfortable couch.
He lifted one of her legs, positioning himself between her outstretched thighs. Kneeling there, he saw the confusion in her eyes, her brows furrowed.
“Your clothes,” she whispered.
Boone winked at her. “Not there yet.” He grinned as she huffed out an unsteady and impatient breath.
She gasped when he spread her legs farther apart, bent forward, and ran his tongue along her slit. Mila was already wet, but he was determined to ensure she was drenched when he sank into her tight pussy.
“Boone!” she cried, jerking, her hands returning to grasp his hair. He’d be bald by morning.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Yell my name. Yell any damn thing you want. Let me hear you.” He blew against her clit. Parting her folds with his thumbs, he set to work, feeling a bit desperate himself. Desperate to hear his girl come.
Boone sucked her clit into his mouth, the same way he had her nipples, and Mila began to rock, her hips rising to meet every stroke of his tongue, every nip of his teeth.
“God!” she cried out, when he added more fuel to the fire by pressing one, then two fingers inside her.
Fuck. He knew she’d be tight, but this…
Boone wasn’t sure he could do this without hurting her. He wasn’t a small man, and he wanted her with a passion he’d never felt in his life.
Regardless, he was determined to make up for her past shitty lovers.
Forcing himself to gentle his strokes, he slid his fingers in and out, slowly stretching her. As he did so, he toyed with her clit, using it to drive her arousal higher, hotter. For most women, penetration wasn’t enough. However, paired with that magic button…
Firmly pressing the flat of his tongue against her clit, Boone somehow managed to add a third finger.
Mila exploded, erupted. Her back arched as her orgasm raced through her, and his sweet woman let loose with language that would make a sailor blush.
“Motherfucker. Holy Jesus! Goddammit, Boone. Boone!”
He lifted his head, wanting to watch as she fell apart. He held his fingers still inside her, savoring every pulse of her pussy muscles, waiting until they finally calmed before pulling out.
Mila’s eyelids fluttered, and it took her another minute or two before she recovered enough to look at him. “No one’s ever—” She stopped midsentence, but he wasn’t going to let her stop there. He wanted the rest, needed to know.
No one had ever what? Gone down on her?
“Ever what?” he prodded.
“Made me come.” She blushed with her admission, hastily adding, “Except me, I mean.”
Boone shook his head in disgust, hoping he never ran into the two assholes who didn’t realize or appreciate just how special Mila was when they took her to their beds…or backseat of their damn car.
Unable to resist, Boone crawled over her, caging her beneath him as he kissed her senseless, letting her taste herself from his lips. The kiss lingered for minutes. Hell, maybe hours.
Boone wanted her, but more than that, he wanted to make tonight a good memory for her. And him.
He pulled back and placed a playful kiss on the tip of her nose.
“You said you were a rough lover, but that—” she started.
Boone placed his finger against her lips. “You don’t have to worry about that. Not tonight. Tonight is going to be your first time.”
She frowned, confused. “But it’s not.”
“Darlin’, those first two men didn’t deserve you, and they obviously didn’t give you what you needed.”
“Boone?” she asked softly.
“Yeah?”
“Will you take off your clothes? I want to see you, touch you.”
He grinned, because there was nothing he wanted more than Mila’s hands on him. “Don’t move.”
Standing beside the couch, he tugged off his shirt, teasingly flexing when her eyes widened.
“I knew you were strong, but…”
Boone didn’t consider himself a vain man or one who was overly concerned with his looks, but Mila’s appreciative stare sure did make him feel good.
Reaching for the waistband of his lounge pants, he tugged them and his boxer briefs down, his gaze glued to her face.
Mila’s eyes slid down his chest, her lower lip disappearing under her teeth as she took in his erection. It bounced against his stomach as he kicked off his pants.
Climbing back over her, Boone resumed their kisses, enjoying the way Mila took advantage of his newly bared skin, her hands roaming all over his chest and upper arms. He let his lips do a little exploring too, kissing her cheek, beneath her ear, around her throat.
“Please,” Mila gasped, the first to cry uncle.
Boone reached between them, gripping his cock.
“Birth control?” he asked, suddenly aware he hadn’t grabbed a condom. Jesus, he never forgot to wrap his dick. But the idea of stopping and walking to the bedroom right now for a condom felt as daunting as the prospect of scaling Mt. Everest.
“I get the shot,” she replied.
“Your call, Mila. I’m clean, but—”
“I don’t want you to use one. I just want to feel…you.”
Boone had to fight to get air into his lungs. Sweet Jesus. He’d never been this turned on in his life.
Placing the head of his cock at her opening, he slowly pushed inside. It took every ounce of self-control to keep his pace easy, pausing along the way to give her time to adjust.
“So good,” she whispered, once he was seated to the hilt. “So full, and so good.”
Boone cupped her face in his hands and placed several soft kisses on her lips. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
She smiled. “I’ve been ready since the day I met you.”
He chuckled. “Little minx.”
Taking her at her word, he withdrew, then returned, repeating over and over, his pace steady at first but slowly building.
Mila lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, the shift in position allowing him to go deeper, something that had both of them groaning.
Boone had proclaimed tonight her first time, but it occurred to him that this was his first time as well. Because he’d never taken a woman like this, never let the sex, the physical act, be driven by pure emotion.
Because he’d never felt this way. Not even for his ex-wife.
That realization shook him to his core.
They continued to kiss as he thrust, every pulse of her pussy pushing him closer to the brink. What the fuck was wrong with him? He always had plenty of staying power, but he didn’t have a prayer of maintaining control with her.
Reaching down, he drew his finger over her clit, felt the hard throb of her cunt around him. As he stroked her harder, Mila’s hips began to rise and fall more rapidly, dragging him closer to the abyss.
Boone sucked in a deep breath and held it, determined she would get there first.
“God, Boone!”
Mercifully, she did, but damn if it wasn’t a close call. The first spark of her orgasm triggered his, the two of them diving into the ocean together. Boone came hard, filling her with his come.
The fact that he had a flash of regret about her being on birth control, that he couldn’t get her pregnant, told him how far gone he was.
Even after their orgasms subsided, Boone remained above her, his weight on his elbows, his soft cock still inside her as he worshipped her with kiss after gentle kiss.
And as he kissed her, Boone realized just how much trouble he was in.
Because while he wasn’t looking for forever, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that forever would never be enough time for him and Mila Storm.