Chapter Eight
Elsa
It’s been an incredible first week together.
Night after night, we come home and make passionate love to each other after a hard day’s work.
My body aches from orgasm after orgasm, but I can’t get enough.
It’s become an addiction. Some would think I’m crazy, maybe even need medication, but there is no way I’ll fight this desire.
I enter the house after my last class, but I know that Miles will be at the hotel for another hour or two. He and my brother work so many hours, it’s ridiculous. I’m glad they are teamed up together because it frees up their time, even though they are both insanely busy.
“Welcome home, Miss Elsa,” Carl says, smiling a little to brightly for my tastes. Maybe I’m moody because I want to be greeted by my husband and not his employees. A part of me wanted to go to the hotel, but it’s childish to bother him at work.
“Where’s Mistress?” I ask, wondering why she didn’t just scurry up to me like she always does.
“In the library,” he states.
“Why?” Normally she’s not allowed in there without one of us because there is a lot of things she can damage when she’s unsupervised. I rush in there, and lying on the sofa with a book in hand is my darling fiancé and our puppy at his feet. They both perk up and look at me when I enter.
“I was wondering how long it would take for you to come home.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you’d be home early?”
He sets the book on the table next to the sofa and sits up. “I only arrived ten minutes ago, Princess.”
“I didn’t see your vehicle.”
“It’s in the garage. You sound suspicious. I came home early to see you, baby girl.” He taps his lap and gives me that dark stare. “Come here.”
“Oh.” I bite down on the edge of my bottom lip, rubbing my inner thighs together.
“What’s wrong?” he asks while his eyes move to the hem of my dress. His tongue peeks out from his mouth, sliding lazily over his lips.
“Nothing. I just missed you, and I was going to surprise you.”
“Surprise me with what?” he asks, brows lifting in a lecherous way.
“This.” I unzip my dress and then let it fall to the floor.
“Fuck, Elsa. Princess, I love this.” I bought a new bra and panty set in Dallas with the girls, but I never had a reason to wear it because it was too provocative. Miles’s admiring gaze makes it all worth the wait.
“Come here. It’s time for you to show me what you have under these panties.” He reaches out and slides his finger under the strap of my panties, rubbing my hip. “Climb up on the sofa.”
“What?” I gasp and release a moan.
“You heard me, fiancée. Get that pussy up in my face.”
“You want to eat me like this?”
“Yes, you threw down the damn gauntlet, woman, so bring that pretty kitty over here.” I climb up onto the cushions with my heels on. I’m staring at him so that we’re face to face.
He slides his fingers between my legs and strums my pussy over the lacy material, soaking the fabric. “That’s right. You’re a good girl, baby. Spread those legs. Tell me what you want. You wore this to tempt me, so tell me what you want me to do to your sexy body.”
“I want you to eat me out like I’m a five-course meal.”
“Damn right, sweetheart. I’m starving.” My lips are crushed by his. “I’m going to eat you up, and then I’m going to ruin you all over again. This week has just been a sample of what our life will be like. I am not going to stop worshipping your naked body.”
“Miles, please don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t stop,” I plead, tilting my head to the side, allowing Miles’s tongue to dip along my collar bone. “Oh lord. You make me so wild,” I confess.
The man is insanely talented, and he’s making sure to give me what I need. His hand slips down the front of my body, snaking under the ruined panties. “Fuck, Princess. You’re soaked.”
“What are you going to do about it, Miles?”
“Use it to my advantage, of course.” I’m quickly lifted up, and my pussy is riding his face.
I don’t even feel the panties falling off my body, but I see them in his hand as he caresses my arm.
His mouth works at my core, dragging every damn drop of juice out of me.
I cling to the back of the sofa, body rocking forward.
Slowly I try to lift up and not suffocate him, but he growls, smacking my ass. “Ride me, baby.”
“Fuck, I’m coming.” My thighs shake around his head and I throw my body forward, trying to ride out the violent orgasm tearing through me.
“I need you in me now,” I pant, feeling so damn heated. I don’t know what dam he broke, but I want him—big dick, talented tongue, and all. I drop down to my knees and undo his belt. Mistress yelps and barks at us.
“Go lay down,” Miles orders, and she does. “Mommy is fine.”
“Better yet, stay put.” He gets up off the sofa with his cock still tucked away, but his pants are undone and his face is glistening with my wetness.
He opens the library door and calls for Mistress.
“Go play, Mistress.” She runs out the door.
“Daddy has to thank Mommy for his present.” He locks the door and turns to me.
“Now, where were we?” He smirks and then stalks toward me. “Turn around and bend over.”
“You don’t want me to suck—” He twirls his finger in a circular motion, telling me to spin around.
“Honey, if you suck my dick, I’ll be nutting between those talented lips in seconds. Even though I can’t get you pregnant yet, I want to feel my cum splash that tight pussy, coating it.”
I get into position and pose with my ass out and head over the edge of the sofa. “Oh God, Miles. Please fuck me.”
He comes up behind me and lifts my hips. I feel the thick length rub against my slit as he teases me. “Fuck, you’re all wet. Someone’s ready to take my big dick today.”
“Yes, I am. I need it.”
He grunts as he presses into me. I can feel my body shake with pleasure as he fills me up from behind.
How can I be so close when I just came? Miles lays one hand on the middle of my back and the other rests on the back of the sofa.
His face is right next to mine as he warns me, “Hold onto something, love. I’m about to test the strength of this furniture. ”
He pumps faster and faster, rocking the wood off the floor. “Yes, yes,” I cry out, moaning. “Fuck me hard.” He drives deeper into me, pressing my face into the back of the cushions.
“Can you come again?” He reaches under and strokes my mound, rubbing that perfect spot.
“Yes, I’m so close.” It’s not long until I’m squirting all over his hand and cock.
“Fuck, yes,” he roars, filling me up. We collapse on the soft cushions.
“The sofa survived,” I whisper, and then I hear a crack. “Well, mostly.”
“It’s okay. It will be fun to pick out a new one to ruin.” He growls and attacks my throat and mouth with kisses as the sofa’s feet continue to buckle. One gives out, and we bounce slightly as we angle a little toward the floor.
“I guess it’s time to get dressed and head upstairs. You said you wanted pizza before you left for school, so we can order it before we jump in the shower.”
“Love it.”
“Good. Get moving before this sofa really gives out.”