Chapter 11 #3
She shook her head, her eyes narrowing in warning, lest he be tempted to tell her no. “You said tonight was about us learning each other’s bodies, not just you learning mine.”
Boone cupped her cheek. “Put your claws away, kitten. I’m not about to turn down what you’re offering.”
He gave her one more hard, fast kiss, then pushed off the floor, sitting on the edge of the couch, his thick thighs spread wide. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl over here.”
Mila was in position before he finished the request, making her way toward him slowly, then kneeling between his legs.
Boone ran his fingers through her hair with one hand, the other gripping his cock.
Mila reached out, stroking one finger over the tip of his dick, collecting the precome beading there.
Boone groaned when she placed that finger in her mouth, tasting him.
Brushing Boone’s hand away, she replaced it with her own, running her fist along him from base to head.
“Tighten your grip, darlin’. Pretend like it’s my hair. Don’t be afraid to tug hard.”
She smiled, then did as he said, desperate to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel tonight. She stroked several times, closing her fist around him with as much force as she could.
Boone’s eyes closed briefly when she used her other hand to cup his balls, juggling them, fascinated by them. More precome gathered on the head of his dick.
She licked her lips.
Boone’s eyelids lifted, his gaze locked on her. “Give me that mouth, Mila. I need to feel your lips wrapped around me.”
She didn’t need to be asked twice. Shifting forward, she ran her tongue over the head of his cock, her own hum of approval rumbling out.
Boone gripped the side of her neck. “I’m not sure I can let you take control here,” he warned her. “I want this too badly.”
“Show me how much,” she whispered.
Boone moved forward until his ass was just barely perched on the edge of the couch. Using his hold on her neck, he drew her face down until his cock brushed her lips. His large hand covered hers on his shaft, increasing the speed and grip so much, she worried it might hurt.
“Open,” he growled.
Mila’s lips parted and he pushed his cock inside.
Thrusting shallowly at first, he went deeper on each return until he brushed the back of her throat.
Mila fought with her gag reflex, wishing she could be like those women in her spicy romance novels.
The ones who could deep throat the hero like a champ.
Her eyes began to water as his cock hit her gag reflex again. She tried to take in more, but Boone held her steady, his grip on her neck firm, unrelenting.
“Stop,” he grunted, pulling out of her mouth completely when she kept trying to fight him.
Mila blinked, trying to clear her vision.
“Stop trying to take more than you can.”
“But—”
“But nothing. I want to be with you, Mila. Just as you are.”
“But in my books—” she started again.
“Books are fiction. This is real. And your mouth,” he added, running his thumb over her lower lip, “is fucking perfection.”
Mila had to blink away more tears, but this time, it wasn’t her gag reflex to blame.
It was her heart. Boone was stealing more and more of it with every word he spoke.
She would take as much of this man as he was willing to give because if the past few months had taught her anything, it was that he was it for her.
If that meant she was facing a broken heart somewhere down the road, then she’d deal with it.
Boone pushed his cock back into her mouth, and this time, she didn’t fight him as he thrust in and out, taking what he needed without pushing her too far.
Mila held on tightly, moving her hand in tandem with her mouth, then she cupped his balls again.
After a dozen more thrusts, Boone withdrew, his breathing labored.
Mila tried to pull him back into her mouth, aware he was close, but he placed his hand around the front of her throat, holding her back.
“I want you to—”
“Not tonight,” Boone interjected. “We’re still learning. If I come down your throat, that ends things too soon.” He gave her a crooked grin. “I’m forty, remember? Quick recovery is a young man’s game, and I’ve still got a few items on my list for tonight.”
Mila laughed breathlessly, any complaint she might have had fading away.
Boone reached down, tweaking one of her nipples. “Move back to the middle of the rug. Hands and knees.”
As she shifted into position, Boone ran his fingers over her ass. “No bruises from your fall.”
“Told you. Lots of padding.”
“Is that right?” He swatted her ass playfully and she squealed with surprise. “Goddamn, you’ve got a gorgeous ass.”
Mila giggled, the sound cut short when Boone knelt behind her, running his fingers down her spine.
She expected him to tease her more, so she was relieved when his cock brushed her opening.
Mila hadn’t anticipated the blowjob would impact her so strongly or make her so horny again.
After all, he’d given her one hell of an orgasm.
If she’d managed one of those on her own, she would have been set for months, maybe even a damn year.
That didn’t hold true with Boone. It was as if the more orgasms he gave her, the more she needed. And it wasn’t due to a lack of satisfaction. Nope. It was because she was becoming greedy as hell, addicted to the high only he could provide.
Gripping her hips, Boone slammed in to the hilt in one hard thrust.
Mila hadn’t been prepared, her arms buckling until her weight rested on her elbows. If not for Boone hanging on to her lower body, she would have slipped facedown onto the rug.
“God!” she cried out, when he started fucking her in earnest. She’d told him she didn’t want kid gloves, and Boone had taken her at her word.
Thank God.
Tonight wasn’t just about proving to him that she could take what he gave her. It was about proving to herself that she’d been right about all those untapped desires.
Boone was giving her the greatest gift by letting her explore them, by giving her exactly what she asked for without constantly questioning if she was sure, or if she was okay. He was trusting her to tell him if she wasn’t.
She wasn’t used to being so…seen. So understood.
“Fuck, darlin’,” Boone grunted. “This pussy…it was made for my cock. Squeezing me like a vise.”
Mila’s inner muscles clenched at his dirty talk. It was as heady as his powerful fucking.
“Boone! Yes,” she screamed, when he tilted his hips slightly, his cock slamming against her G-spot until she saw stars. “There,” she gasped. “Right there.”
She repeated those same two words, her fingers clenching in the plush rug, seeking purchase, something—anything—to hang on to.
Lightning flashed behind her eyes, blinding her as her climax struck.
Mila froze, stunned into stillness, her mouth hanging open with no sound emerging. A silent scream.
It took several minutes before she realized Boone had followed her into the abyss.
By the time she pulled herself back to shore, she was lying chest down on the rug, her head twisted to the right, where Boone had collapsed next to her.
She watched his chest rise and fall, gradually growing slower. It wasn’t until he spoke that she realized he was watching her too.
“There you are,” he said softly.
“I think I blacked out.”
Boone chuckled. “I like the sound of that. Been trying to make up for falling on my ass that day you fell off the ladder. Sounds like my stud status is back.”
Mila giggled. “Definitely back.”
Boone reached over, clasping her hand in his, the two of them lying there for nearly ten minutes in silence. Words weren’t necessary.
Finally, Boone forced himself upright, sitting next to her. “I’m too old to sleep on the floor, darlin’. Let’s go to bed.”
Mila had never spent the entire night in bed with a man before, which was why—simple though it may seem—it was ranked fairly high on her list of things she wanted to experience.
She flopped over onto her back, still feeling boneless after that orgasm.
Boone rose, then reached down, helping her. She started to pick up the borrowed clothing she’d shed, but Boone tugged her toward the bedroom. “You’re not sleeping in clothes in my bed.”
She didn’t bother to argue because…why would she?
Boone carried a couple candles with them, placing one by the bed before leading her to his bathroom, where he put the other on the counter.
Reaching beneath the sink, he grabbed a new toothbrush.
Opening it, he put paste on it and handed it to her before doing the same to his.
They stared at each other through their flickering reflections in the mirror, grinning like fools as they brushed their teeth, the simple act incredibly intimate.
“Hopefully, the power will be back on by morning and we can take a hot shower. As for tonight, I don’t want you washing me off you.”
Mila felt the same way about him.
They returned to the bedroom, Boone pulling back the duvet so that she could lie down. Climbing in on the opposite side, he tucked her against his chest, kissing the top of her head.
“Night, darlin’.”
“Night, Boone.” Mila sank into his embrace, expecting sleep to take some time.
She was wrong. It came quickly.
Because, for the first time in her life, she was exactly where she was meant to be.