Chapter 42
Antonio
Sex wasn’t on my agenda tonight. Neither was Miriam jumping me in her driveway.
The Miriam I know is calculated, risk-averse, and looks to data before making decisions.
The Miriam here with me now threw caution and self-control out the window.
It might still be at the bar or somewhere on the interstate.
Something shifted tonight, and I’m here to take care of her in whatever way she needs me to.
I can’t keep my hands off her.
One, it’s her. If Miriam so much as blinks my way, I’ll get hard.
Two, the level of difficulty walking up the stairs with her in my arms and my jeans around my ankles requires me to handle her with extreme care.
In hindsight, it was a dumb decision, but I dare anyone to think straight when the woman of your dreams pushes you into a door and sucks your soul from your lips.
There were a few technical difficulties with our height difference, so I picked her up, and here we are.
The whimper at my nip to her neck swells my dick. Her legs are too short to wrap around me, but what she lacks in height, she makes up for in grip.
We reach the top of the stairs without injury. I walk us into her bedroom two steps at a time, careful not to trip over anything that will prematurely send her through the headboard. Our coats and shoes are downstairs, which leaves a few more layers to peel off.
I put her on the comforter and kick off my jeans. Her breath hitches when my fingers curl into her thighs to roll off her tights.
“These are on there,” I grunt, struggling not to rip the fabric in half.
She giggles. “They’re a little snug.”
“No shit. Let that pussy breathe.”
Heat fans across her cheeks as she lifts the thickness of her ass to unfurl the nylon down her equally juicy thighs. The scent of her nectar between her legs invades my nostrils.
“Are you of sound mind?” My eyes are on the thong choking her lips.
“What?” she snorts.
I tear my gaze away to focus on the top half of her, minus the titties I want in my mouth. It’s hard to form complete sentences with my blood traveling south, but I need her consent.
“Doe.” I rub a hand over my waves, trying to remember how to speak. “You wanted to take things slow. Now we’re here. Trust me when I say I’m in full support.” My eyes roam over her valley of curves.
Fuck me.
Focus.
“I don’t want you to regret anything. I’m okay with waiting.” Even if I develop terminal blue balls.
Moonlight spills through the cracks of her curtains and onto her silhouette. I’ve been with many women, but none have turned my heart inside out the way Miriam does. She’s one of one.
“My mind finally caught up to my heart,” she says softly. “I’m not afraid anymore.”
“You have no idea the gift you are.”
Her eyes shine, and I look away to keep from crying myself. She really has no clue how long I’ve wanted her. How much I love her.
My steps falter on my way to the bed.
“I don’t have condoms,” I say. Shit. “I haven’t carried any on me since…since you’ve been here.”
It wasn’t a conscious decision to not restock my wallet. Unprotected sex is a nonstarter, regardless of the person or the situation. I never paid attention because I wasn’t having sex.
“I’ll run to the store.” On two wheels with no brakes. I’m knocking the lining out of Miriam’s pussy.
“When’s the last time you got tested?” she asks.
“A month ago.” I grab my pants. “Players get a full exam before the season starts.”
She bites her lip. “I haven’t been sexually active for half a decade. If your tests are negative, I’m on birth control.”
It takes a second for what she said to register.
“Are you sure, Doe?” I blink to refocus. My heart is pounding in my chest, and all of the blood in my body has rerouted south.
Her stare doesn’t waver when she nods. “I’m trusting you with my heart and my body.”
My phone flies out of my hands as I make my way to the bed. I catch it and give it to her. She scrolls through the lab results.
“I’d never jeopardize your health or intentionally break your heart,” I tell her. “I can’t guarantee I won’t do or say something to piss you off, but you’re safe with me. I’m also okay with waiting.”
“I don’t want to wait,” she whispers.
I cup her face and press my mouth to hers. My thumbs run over her jaw as my tongue traces her lips. She opens to dip her tongue into my mouth, the sensation of her smooth lips exploding through my chest.
Kissing Miriam is a spiritual practice, one my body craves in every way. The fact that I’m with her right now is still a shock to my system. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I do her.
My senses spin with the scent of rose oil as I press her into the bed. Heat prickles my skin at her nails denting my shoulders. She sheds her skirt and turtleneck to reveal the soft lines drawn through every one of my fantasies.
Full hips.
Wide thighs.
Her black bra and thong don’t do her body justice. Miriam was made for worship, so I fall to my knees at the altar of her thighs.
I kiss my way up her creamy legs, which she parts. My tongue traces a beauty mark, exciting her breath in long, surrendering moans. She trembles when my nose presses to her satin thong. She’s soaked.
“Fuck, Doe. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I inhale sharp, flatten my tongue for a long swipe up the silken material, and groan.
“I’m addicted to your taste,” I hum over her skin. I pull the thong to the side to marvel at her pussy. Juices pool at her opening in an invitation for me to latch on to her pearl. I pull her clit between my lips, massaging the bundle of nerves in targeted strokes.
“Antonio,” Miriam pants, her fingers digging into my scalp. My girl loves getting her pussy ate, and I’m happy to oblige. I thrust my tongue inside and push her thighs further apart.
“Play with your titties,” I command. “Let me see those nipples.”
She moans and lowers her bra straps, freeing her breasts and those deep brown areolas.
Her lip rolls between her teeth as her fingers twist her tight nipples.
I suck harder and ease two fingers inside of her to strum her G-spot.
Her breasts bounce, and her legs jerk until her toes curl.
She showers my mouth with her juices that drip down my beard.
I blow on her opening and pull her clit back into my mouth.
That’s one.
“Oh my—” She gasps for air. “I want to personally thank your mother for having you. Does she like fruit baskets?”
I lift my head and snicker. “Ask her yourself when you meet her.”
“She’s getting a fruit—uhh!” Miriam whines as her pussy sucks my fingers. I take a nipple into my mouth and bite. “Oh, she’s getting a hand-picked basket. I’ll pick the mangos myself in Panamaaaa!”
That’s two.
The pressure against her G-spot rips the air from her lungs. I pull out my soaked fingers, wrap them around my dick, and revel as her eyes widen and her lips part with each stroke.
Her hands find their way back to her breasts. She’s dripping, pussy engorged and leaking onto the bed.
I kiss her face and rub the head of my dick against her entrance. A shiver shoots down my back. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to love you,” I whisper, my eyes fixed on hers.
Miriam reaches up to caress my cheek. I peck the inside of her wrist through slow breaths in an effort to calm down my heart, which is thundering behind my rib cage.
“Are you nervous?” I ask.
Her smile is shy. “A little.”
“Me too.”
Our kiss is gentle, a vow we make without words.
“Go slow, please,” she murmurs.
“I will.”
I drop a kiss to her forehead, unsure how long I’ll last.
“You’re shaking, Antonio.”
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I admit through a ragged breath. My eyes close, and I shake my head. “You’re my first crush.”
“I am?”
“My first love too, Doe.”
I kiss her again and slowly push into her. My back tenses at the grip, strangling my dick with every inch I take. She pulls her lips from mine in a gasp.
“You okay, baby?” Beads of sweat form across my brow. It’s taking every ounce of strength I have not to move too fast or nut too quickly. Fuck, she’s tight.
“It feels like you’re splitting me in two,” she moans.
I freeze. “Want me to stop?”
Her eyes snap to mine. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
I snicker and thrust deeper. Miriam’s eyes are closed, but mine are on hers, looking for any signs of discomfort. Tension eases into euphoria. The frown between her brows softens, and her lips part.
“Look at me, baby.” I kiss her collarbone and roll my hips. “I love you.”
She smiles, tears forming. “I love you too.”
I keep my pace slow, swiveling into her spot, which I knock on repeat. My lips close over a nipple as I drive deeper. Miriam lifts to meet my mouth, her breath skating over my face in a chant. I raise her thighs and thrust until my dick is kissing her back wall.
Watching Miriam come undone is ecstasy. My hips jerk, and I hold her in place in a slow release.
She’s a dream come true. One I won’t give up without a fight.