Chapter 39
Thirty-Nine
“ I t’s bigger than you expected, isn’t it?” Tori stood at the edge of the bed, hands on her hips, a rather large phallus protruding from her sexy body.
Mia, on the bed, cleared her throat. “No,” she lied.
“No?” Tori chuckled. “Then why do you look like your eyes were bigger than your…” She tipped her head to the side, gaze dropping to the sheet draped loosely across Mia’s lower body. She raised a brow pointedly rather than finishing her sentence.
“Shut up.” Mia laughed, heat rushing up her chest and over her cheeks. “And come here.”
“Is this how you think it’s going to go?” Tori knelt on the bed. She came toward Mia with the biggest dick she’d ever seen. It reminded her of Jaws threatening the coast. “You think you’re going to pull some topping from the bottom bullshit?”
“Well, what are you planning?” Mia flung her arms around Tori’s neck. “Were you going to ram it in there from four feet away?” She kicked off the sheets.
When Tori kissed her, she tasted like the red wine they’d shared while sitting at her kitchen counter. While they’d picked at the perhaps over-the-top meal Mia had prepared when she’d been plotting a sweeping, romantic gesture. She tasted like hers.
Tori didn’t stop kissing her when she reached over to her nightstand and grabbed something Mia didn’t see. She was too busy thinking about the silicone pressed to her inner thigh. About the worry that this might be the time her orgasms would stop showing up on command.
Having finally had Tori, Mia’s fears about not being good enough for Tori had singed the edges of her mind again. Tori wasn’t just incredible at giving in bed, she was also fucking magnificent at receiving.
The sound of Tori unraveling, the taste of her, reverberated in Mia’s short-term memory. God, she’d been incredible. Looked incredible. Felt incredible.
“Hey,” Tori said softly from above her, concern coloring her tone where desire should have been. They hadn’t even started and Mia was already fucking up. “You okay?” Tori cradled her face, holding her so lightly while her eyes shone with concern. “Why don’t we take a break?” Her hand went to the clasp on her hip.
“No.” Mia grabbed her wrist. “I don’t want to stop,” she promised, sure that she’d never get enough of Tori’s body pressed to hers, of her heart beating against Mia’s skin.
“We can slow down,” Tori offered, voice so gentle.
Gentle wasn’t what Mia wanted. What she craved. Not from Tori. Not right now. She wanted Tori imprinted on her skin. Wanted to wear her like a brand that burned through muscle and sinew and etched into bone.
Mia pulled her in close again. She smirked when she found Tori’s mouth with hers. “Maybe we can do it slow tomorrow,” she joked before kissing her again. “Or the day after that.” She ran her palms over Tori’s flexing back. Not a single part of her wasn’t excruciatingly sexy.
“If you change your mind?—”
“I’ll tell you,” Mia cut her off and pulled her down to her neck. “Mark me.”
“Are you sure?—”
“Mark me,” Mia demanded.
It was November, and she didn’t have a job to go to, and she needed to make up for every time it should have been Tori leaving an obscene hickey on her fucking neck. Every time it should have been Tori fumbling with her bra, Tori’s nervous fingers tugging on her jeans.
Another moment of hesitation and Tori’s teeth were grazing her skin while she created the most maddening pressure with her mouth. Hand in Tori’s hair, loose and wild, Mia turned her head so Tori could mark the entire column of her neck.
She relaxed when Tori snaked her hand between their bodies. When she bit Mia’s neck harder and found her clit with her fingers. She focused on Tori’s steady rhythm. On the way heat spread across her body. She refused to worry that she was going to disappoint her.
Mia tried to let go. To disconnect from everything except for where Tori’s body met hers. Where Tori touched her like she was hers.
“It’ll be a little cold,” Tori said, producing a little bottle of lube and flipping the cap.
Mia scooted down as if that might shake her out of her head. When Tori slipped a finger easily inside of her, Mia closed her eyes. One hand on the back of Tori’s neck and the other on her back, Mia asked for more.
As soon as she stretched around Tori’s fingers, Mia let out a long, slow breath. She tried to settle into the pleasurable sensation. Into how good Tori felt inside of her. But doubt tugged at her, quiet and persistent, like a current pulling her down the harder she swam.
She knew the only way was surrender, but she couldn’t relax. Couldn’t stop flipping through every moment she hadn’t been enough. Every time something good had slipped through her fingers.
Tori’s touch was warm. Grounding. Like sunlight dancing on the water’s surface showing her where to go. She wanted to kick off the doubt dragging her by the ankles. She wanted to rise to meet her. To stop holding her breath. To be in her own body.
“I can hear you thinking,” Tori whispered. She held herself off Mia’s chest and met her eyes. “What are you thinking?”
The furrow in Tori’s brow told her that there was nothing she wouldn’t do for her. All Mia wanted was to desperately believe that she could stay here forever. Be hers forever.
“I’ve never wanted this before,” Mia’s lips admitted before her brain gave permission. “I don’t want you to think I’m weird.”
“Tell me,” Tori whispered, forehead pressed to hers. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t give you.”
Cutting herself loose from the fear coiled around her legs and chest and throat, Mia said, “I want you to tell me I’m yours.” She waited for Tori to look her in the eye again. To show her that she meant it. “I want you to make me feel it in my fucking marrow.”
Tori kissed her again. Kissed her with the kind of hunger that didn’t ask—it took. It already owned.
Deep and slow, Tori claimed every inch of her mouth before she demanded, “Turn around.”
Eager to comply, Mia flipped onto her stomach, but Tori didn’t leave her there. She grabbed her by the hips, touch steady and sure, and pulled her to her knees without any help from Mia.
“Fuck,” Mia gasped when she felt something much bigger than Tori’s fingers press against her entrance.
She held her breath, heart pounding when she closed her eyes. But instead of Tori pushing inside like she expected, she teased her. Spreading the combination of Mia’s arousal and lube up and down her aching center, Tori took her time. Took so long that every time she brushed her clit, every time she pulled back up to her entrance but didn’t go inside, Mia’s anticipation rocketed.
By the time Tori finally pushed in just a little, Mia was begging for it. Her thighs trembling for it. Her heart hammering for it.
Mouth hanging open in a silent cry, Mia couldn’t make a sound while Tori filled her. She moved an inch at a time while Mia stretched and adjusted. The moment Tori’s hips were finally flush against her, Mia made the mistake of thinking she knew what would come next.
With a hard slap to Mia’s ass, Tori pulled all the way out and suddenly entered Mia completely. The unexpected move knocked all the air out of Mia’s lungs. She dropped to her elbows, entire being trained on Tori moving hard inside of her, but Tori had other plans.
Hand in Mia’s hair, Tori yanked her back hard, hips never stopping their rhythm. Back bowed, Mia did her best to balance herself on unsteady knees.
“You’re mine,” Tori growled in her ear.
Mia moaned. She reached back to grab Tori’s hip. To show her she could fuck her harder.
“Your body is mine.” Tori planted one foot on the bed and thrust harder into Mia. Faster. “Your pussy is mine.”
Mia cried, electric need racing through her entire body, pounding and pulsing and screaming for relief.
“Your orgasm is mine.” Tori yanked Mia’s head back until she could look at Tori—if she could force herself to open her eyes. If she had any control over any part of her body. “So fucking give it to me.”
Tori bit into Mia’s shoulder, sucking hard enough to draw blood while she continued her punishing pace. Every deep thrust pushed Mia closer to the unstoppable edge, but this time she kept herself off of it on purpose. She wanted to make the moment last until she broke.
“Give it to me,” Tori demanded again, openly annoyed at Mia’s defiance.
“Fuck,” Mia panted, throat and chest already raw.
Tori reached to her side, pausing long enough for Mia to open her eyes. The sound of a vibrator made Mia’s eyes widen, and then Tori pressed it to her aching clit and they slammed closed again.
Mia wanted to fall forward onto the bed, but Tori held her in place by her hair. Held her pressed to her chest. Held her so tight that she’d never be able to go anywhere else. Held her like she swore to keep her.
“Tell me you’re mine.” Tori bit Mia’s ear.
“I’m yours,” she stammered, overwhelmed by so many sensations at once.
“Tell me again,” she demanded, pressing the vibrator directly over Mia’s clit in what was almost too much. Something somewhere in the blurry line between pleasure and pain.
Mia said it over and over until the words lost their meaning. Until they blended into her pleas for release.
“Give it to me,” Tori demanded, sweat making them both slippery but nothing made her slow her intense pace. “Give me what’s mine.”
Crumbling forward, Mia rocked backward into Tori. Once. Twice. She took the vibrator from Tori and shifted its placement. When she came, she was screaming Tori’s name and begging her to believe that she was hers.
Completely inside of her, Tori only moved in the smallest increments while Mia clenched and spasmed around her. While she trembled and cursed and tried not to die.
Before Tori eased out of her, she kissed a line up her back. She was at her shoulder blade when she whispered, “Good girl.”
“Jesus,” Mia whimpered, dropping onto her side with just enough energy to turn off the vibrator. She didn’t let Tori take the harness off. She pulled her in close instead.
Understanding what she needed, Tori was still catching her breath when she wrapped her arms around her.
“Are you okay?” Tori soothed Mia’s hair back and kissed her damp forehead. “Too much?”
Mia shook her head and buried her face in Tori’s neck. She inhaled the scent of her skin and resisted the urge to cry. She wasn’t sad, but the emotions expanding in her chest were overwhelming.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” she said, meaning so many different things at once. So many things she didn’t have the language to name.
“It can be like anything you want,” Tori replied like it was just that simple.
Mia closed her eyes and breathed her in. She didn’t say it.
She didn’t tell Tori she loved her. Even as it blazed a hole through her sternum.
Mia wanted to be everything for her. She wanted to be the reason Tori’s chest ached in the best way. The person she thought about when folding laundry or waking up too early or driving home in traffic. She wanted to be her soft place. Her spark. Her reason.
She couldn’t have imagined it was possible to feel this full. This seen. This fucking happy.
Giddy and delirious, Mia felt drunk when she asked, “So… can I try wearing it?”
Tori laughed before apparently realizing Mia wasn’t kidding. “Running and walking for the first time in one night?”
Mia let her hand wander over the curve of Tori’s lower back, intending to get them water before they continued. “Can you see the point of waiting?”
Tori stilled, just for a breath, eyes on Mia like she could peer straight into her soul. And then she smiled with every part of her face, but only the very corner of her mouth. The kind of smile that Mia felt like an earthquake in her chest.
“No,” Tori whispered. “Not anymore.”