Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Angus
“ P lease don’t.”
Mia’s voice is barely above a whisper. Gone is the confident woman who was just exploring my body with her hands and lips. It hurts my heart to think she doubts I would find her anything but perfect with the lights on or off.
But if leaving the light off brings back her confidence, then, by God, the light stays off. Besides, the glow from the gas fireplace gives me all the light I need.
“Whatever you want, Mia.”
She takes the blanket out of my hands, opens it and spreads it over what I’m sure is an ice-cold leather chair.
“Just once and it stays between the two of us, right?” she asks again.
“Right.”
It’s not the answer I want to give her, but I agree, because the realistic part of me knows tonight is all we can have.
What I want to tell her is that she’s mine. That I want to be the last man who ever gets this with her. But the needy look in Mia’s eyes as they roam over my body is quite the distraction and the words never leave my mouth.
“Condom?”
“Right here,” I assure her, sliding one from my wallet. She takes it out of my hand and slips it into my front pocket.
“Boots.”
Without hesitation, her wish is my command, and I toe off my boots faster than ever before.
Closing the space between us, she drags a finger over my abs and then hooks it behind the button of my jeans and leads me to the chair. The clicking of her heels against the hardwood floor the only sound.
She places me in front of the chair facing her. “You said whatever I wanted.”
“Anything, Mia. When it comes to me, you can have anything.”
Her shoulders are back, her gaze heated. Biting her lip between her teeth, she leisurely tugs down my zipper, as if we have all the time in the world. Then she stops and takes a step away from me.
My pulse quickens, but the way her smile forces her lip free from her teeth, I know she’s not changing her mind... she’s got an idea.
Her ass is a work of art, swaying as she saunters to the island. I’ve never seen this side of her and it’s sexy as hell. She removes her thick wool coat from the counter and brings it back, dropping it at my feet. My cock flexes in anticipation.
Pressing another kiss above my heart, her hands wrap around my lower back and then find their way under my pants and boxer briefs. Her hands squeeze my ass while her tongue teases one of my nipples.
God, damn. Mia Powell taking what she wants may just be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Her teases slowly killing me.
I need her sweet lips on mine again.
My hand snakes into her hair at the nape of her neck and her big blue eyes flash up at me. I watch her tongue circle my nipple before she flattens it against my pec.
“Mia,” her name is a prayer on my lips.
The grin I feel against my skin says she knows she has the upper hand as she bites and licks her way up my neck.
“Say it again, Angus.”
The heat of her words against my ear lights a fucking fire inside me. It’s taking every bit of the limited self-control I have left not to take over, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss this opportunity to find out exactly what it is she wants to do to me.
“God, Mia.”
I swear she purrs when I give her what she asked for, but when she takes my bottom lip between her teeth, I growl back.
She kisses me unhurriedly. Seducing me with her tongue as one of her hands finds its way down the front of my pants. Taking my raging cock in her hand, she elicits a hiss from me as she strokes my erection.
“You said whatever I want, and I want this,” she says against my lips as she runs her thumb over my tip, rubbing the pre-cum off before bringing it to her mouth for a taste. I nearly come right here and now.
I’ve dreamed of this woman for years, but not even my fantasies included this heady version of her. Does she not know she’s about to bring me to my knees?
Releasing me, her hands slip back under the waistband to push my pants and briefs slowly down my thighs. Her mouth glides down my body as she traces my abs with her tongue.
My pants slide to my ankles, and she drops to her knees. Stunned, because there is no way Mia Powell is on her knees before me. No way this is what she wants. But with one hand on my ass, holding me in place, her other wraps around my shaft. All the while, her sapphire eyes watch my reaction. She leans forward, and the tip of her tongue traces the vein running along the underside of my raging hard length. I hiss out a curse as her tongue swipes over the head before perfect pink lips wrap around me. Her cheeks hollow as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, her gaze unwavering, fixed on my face.
Her mouth has been on me in scenario after scenario in my fantasies, but reality eclipses fiction. My world tilts on its side. I’m unsure how I’ll ever find my balance again.
As good as she feels, I doubt this is how she wants things to start and end.
“Sweetheart, if you keep this up much longer, I can’t promise not to come down that pretty little throat of yours. I’m hoping you want more than that.”
Her responding moan reverberates around me and just when I think I’m going to have to pull her off me, she releases me with a pop.
Before she rises to her feet, she retrieves the condom out of my pocket, tucking it inside the front of her dress.
As she stands, her fingertips spread across my chest, and she gently pushes me back into the chair. She taps her lips with her finger, blatantly looking over every naked inch of my body as if deciding what she wants to do next.
Tugging my jeans the rest of the way off, she tosses them aside, kicking my feet apart so she can step between my legs. She licks her lips while eyeing my hard cock, still wet from her mouth. Her shoes land in the same place she tossed my clothes just before she bends over to shimmy out of her panties. They land on my face, the scent of her arousal eliciting a feral growl from deep in my chest.
“Fuck, Mia.” I rub the lace against my nose, inhaling her sweet smell. “You’re wet for me, baby.”
Her gaze doesn’t leave mine, as she lifts her dress up her legs, the moonlight lighting her up like an angel sent from above. I tuck her lace thong between the chair cushion, because she’s not getting it back. It’s mine now.
Straddling me, she moves her hips back and forth, rubbing her wetness over my cock, her lips and tongue tasting me at a luxurious pace. Her hands brace on my shoulders as she teases me, my hands gripping her ass, encouraging the pace and pressure of her clit against me.
“I need you inside me, Angus.”
Her moan against my lips is desperate even though she’s the one setting the pace here.
“Then take me, Mia.”
Dipping her fingers into her dress, she retrieves the condom from her bra. Tearing open the foil wrapper with her teeth, she rolls the latex down my shaft. With my length in her hand, she lifts herself above me, her incredible tits in my face as she aligns our bodies and slowly lowers herself onto me.
Nothing and no one has ever felt so significant. The way she wraps around me changes my life forever. Her eyes close and her body relaxes as though having me inside her is the salve that takes away all that is wrong in her world.
She opens her eyes and starts grinding up and down, taking me deeper and deeper until she’s fully seated in my lap, her lip caught between her teeth again.
So. Fucking. Tight.
My hands are still under her dress, gripping her perfect ass, but I don’t dictate the rhythm. Watching her take control of her pleasure is breathtaking. I don’t dare do anything she doesn’t ask for or take for herself. I happily give up control.
This is a first for me.
I’ve never done it before in any aspect of my life.
Only in the worst times of my life did I not control my own destiny, and those moments had the worst possible outcomes.
But here.
At this moment.
Mia’s confidence and pleasure are paramount.
And to be honest, nothing has ever felt better.