Chapter 9 #2
She gasps. Dragging in another sharp breath when she realizes we’ve already rapidly crossed a line into territory where she possibly would.
And if that doesn’t have my cock aching to join in on this little game.
With a chuckle, I run my nose over the soft swell of her breast, following the curve until I reach the valley of her cleavage.
This is already too addictive, the way she quivers and reacts to every scrape against her skin.
All I want to do is wander freely, to seek out those spots that are Mia’s most sensitive places, the secret hidden ones that truly make her legs shake.
“Where do you want my mouth next?” As I wedge myself in the space between her knees, I push my tongue into her perfectly soft, inviting cleavage and lick a long line straight up her throat.
That gives me the exact reaction I’d hoped for.
Another barely concealed whimper of pleasure, another shudder, and this time she tilts her head back and gives me the silent invitation to kiss her neck.
“I—I—just there—that feels good.” Her pulse flutters beneath my tongue. Mia’s delicate fingers curl against the table, and I’d really much prefer she scrape those nails down my back.
I’ve never been very good at slowing down once things start to gather momentum. Fuck it all. This gorgeous creature is here, and I have no interest in any outcome that doesn’t involve her falling apart as many times as possible between the two of us.
Gliding my hands up her thighs, I begin to explore underneath the sexy as fuck dress she’s wearing. Playing with her desire a little, tormenting her.
“How far can I go without him knowing? What a wicked thing you are, letting me get away with stealing a touch while he’s not looking, hmm.”
“Henri…” She swallows, hastily wets her lips.
“Oh, my name sounds particularly special coming from that pretty mouth of yours. I think you’ll sound even more délicieuse when you’re moaning my name. Perhaps with my tongue inside your sweet little cunt?”
Mia lets out a soft little whimper, her eyes flicking across the room to the place where Reid vanished only moments ago.
“Do you like the idea of him catching us? We could get started without him. Depending on how long he’s gone for, would you be eager to spread your legs for me?
It wouldn’t take me long, you know. You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Mia?
You would let me have a little taste… allow me to eat this pussy until you shake and fall apart for me. ”
“I thought you liked to share.” She breathes a little unsteadily as I slide my hands further, pushing her dress up, squeezing her softness as I inch higher and higher.
“We do. We love to share. If I can be honest with you, that’s what we want more than anything, ma petite chérie.
” I lower my head and tug on her tightly furled nipple through the fabric with my teeth.
The one begging for attention when she arches her spine just a little.
“Doesn’t mean the two of us aren’t also going to be starving for you individually. ”
“Oh my god.”
“Mmm, does that feel good? Does your body like my fingers right there?” I hook a fingertip under the edge of her panties, running a feather-light glide at the crease of her hip.
She’s trembling with anticipation, shifting her knees wider still. Panting beautifully as I tug the elastic away from her skin, then let it snap back into place.
“Where would you enjoy my mouth the most, I wonder. These tits are begging to be worshipped, no? Maybe I'll put you on your knees right here and slide my cock in this soft little heaven.”
“Holy shit—that feels—” Her words die, morphing into the most sinful little whine.
She trembles as my knuckle brushes over the front of her panties, right above her clit, rubbing the dampness already soaked through the silky fabric.
Beneath the attention of my tongue, her nipples stiffen tighter, and whether she realizes it or not, her back bows in a subtle effort to push against my mouth.
“Imagine the look on his face if he walks back in here only to find you on your knees for me.” I hum against her breast, enjoying every second of what is about to happen.
Because I don’t think Mia heard the footsteps approaching.
But I certainly did. “Would your cowboy like seeing you squeezing these perfect breasts together so I can fuck them and paint them with my cum?”
“That would be quite the scene.” His deep rumbling tone fills the quiet kitchen.
Mia’s entire body jerks, then freezes. She snaps her head in the direction of his voice to find him standing in the doorway, bottle in hand.
With one palm scrubbing over his mouth, he watches the two of us.
I can’t help but smile to myself as I suck her nipple past my lips for one last hint of torment, before I pull back.
I’m far too much of an asshole to move my hand.
With my knuckle still pressed firmly against her panties, I continue nudging the drenched fabric, enjoying every second that her flush deepens on the apple of her cheeks.
Relishing how her wide emerald eyes shimmer with the collision of sensations undoubtedly taking hold.
The truth of enjoying what I’m currently doing to her body, while also being caught in the act.
“Reid… I… I’m sorry… I didn’t…” Her pretty, pouty lips open and close. It’s the biggest turn on yet that she clamps her legs together, but all that does is trap my hand in place. And even though she tries to wriggle, to slide back and out of my hold, I don’t let her get away.
I’m not stopping.