Chapter 1 Mia
MIA
“Can you zip me?” I asked Ford while I put on my green Christmas dress. I loved the way the color contrasted my pale skin and brought out the hint of green in my blue eyes. The piece had long sleeves and fell just above my knees, which looked perfect with my thigh-high black suede boots.
“Of course,” he said. He came up behind me, first laying a kiss on my bare shoulder and then kissing down my spine. I was already starting to blush before he drew back and raised the zipper.
“Good?” he asked, his voice was hoarse, the action must have affected him the same way it did me.
I turned around, seeing him in his matching green shirt and black slacks. He looked so damn good, and suddenly, I was very thankful that the Diamonds were not playing a game until two days after Christmas this year. Especially since it was our first Christmas together as a couple.
I turned to face him and linked my fingers behind his neck. He then lifted me onto the bathroom counter. “Have I mentioned how much I like these boots?” He ran his hand over the suede and even the adjacent contact had my skin flaming underneath.
“You do?” My voice came out breathy.
“So much.” He hitched up my dress, dusting his fingertips over my thighs where the boots stopped.
I shifted my hips on the counter, wanting him closer. “What else do you like?”
He bit his lip and parted my legs so he could stand between my knees and speak right near my ear. “I like that I know what you’re hiding underneath this pretty dress.”
“You noticed?” I lifted my chin, giving him access to my neck. He took the invitation, trailing kisses from my jaw to my collarbone before reaching up to the strap of my thong and snapping it.
“So fucking hot.”
I ran my fingers through the hair at the back of his head.“What else did you notice?” I asked.
“How easily I can pull the dress aside." He tugged at the fabric, freeing my breast and caught my puckered nipple in his mouth.
My back arched into him, thighs already clenching.
“We should get ready for the party… Our guests will be here soon...” It was a half-hearted excuse that he ignored by sliding his hands under my dress and finding my sensitive spot.
He teased me with this thumb before pulling the fabric aside and sliding a finger into me.
“You shouldn’t be so wet if you wanted to be practical,” he hummed against my chest.
His words had my head falling back. The last thing I wanted right now was to be practical–his deft fingertips, his lips, the scrape of stubble against my skin–made sure of it.
Suddenly, he removed his lips from my chest, leaving a cool spot behind. I looked down to see him unzipping his pants, freeing his hard cock.
Instinctively, I licked my lips.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, his gaze dark.
I knew to obey.
“Spit on it,” he demanded.
I followed his directions, spitting on his cock between us and then using my fingers to spread it around before he surged into me.
I cried out in pleasure as I stretched to his size. And then he pumped into me, building a rhythm that had me gripping the counter, holding onto his shoulders, clinging to him with my legs until I was shaking, shuddering, begging for release.
I was on the edge when I heard the doorbell ring.
“Shit,” I muttered.
But he gripped my chin in one of his hands. “Look at me. I’m not answering that door until you come.”
My eyes widened in surprise. My lips even parted, and he took advantage, putting his thumb in my mouth. “Suck,” he commanded.
And again I obeyed.
“Eyes on me.”
I followed his every instruction, my legs shaking, pussy begging for release.
And just as the bell chimed again, my body gave in to the last of Ford’s commands. “Come with me.”
And I did, crying out with how good it felt.
He shuddered against me, huffing out my name.
And as the last of the waves faded, I looked at him, my cheeks flushed pink, his hair askew.
The doorbell rang again, and I laughed. He dropped his head to my shoulder, smiling. “Think there’s someone here?”
I bit my lip. “Someone’s here? I had no idea. I couldn’t hear them over my hair dryer.”
He kissed me again, making me melt into him.
Responsible? What’s that?