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Liam
Liam
I took my place at Mila’s door after the night guy and I greeted each other, and he gave his report.
The report was pretty simple.
Everything was quiet, and Mila was still in bed.
The thought of joining her was strong, but I resisted the urge as I did a walk-through of the house.
Nothing seemed out of place.
I was starting to believe Mila when she insisted her father was overreacting.
I came back into the main entryway just as Mila descended the steps.
She looked at me with a sleepy smile and hit me hard on the chest. She had on a robe, and her hair was tousled. She was absolutely beautiful.
“You in the mood for some coffee?” she asked as she came the rest of the way down.
I opened my mouth to accept, but instead, I heard myself saying, “I’m in the mood for you.” I closed the distance between us and slid my arms around her waist.
She blinked at me, her smile widening. “Who needs coffee?”
I took her hand, and we retreated back up the steps. In her room, I reached for her first, grabbing the belt of her robe and freeing it. I wasn’t surprised to find her naked under the material. Skimming my hands up her sides, I cupped her breasts as I lowered my mouth to hers.
I no longer doubted that I could touch her, please her. She’d shown me that I was more than capable of it – that we both pleased each other. I didn’t know if it would be like this with another woman, but I couldn’t really even consider it. Every time the thought occurred to me, I cut it off simply because the thought of touching somebody other than Mila didn’t appeal to me. At all.
Touching her, though…
I went to my knees in front of her, pressing a kiss to her belly, then going lower.
She spread her thighs at my urging, and I held her hips before pressing my mouth to her cunt. She gasped and moved her hips toward me beseechingly. I licked her, and she made a hungry little moan in her throat. She was salty and sweet against my tongue, and the taste of her only made me want more.
I hoarded every gasp, every sigh, the way she cupped the back of my head and urged me on. And when I made her come, I felt about ten feet tall.
Rising, I urged her back onto the bed before stripping out of my coat and shirt. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and climbed onto the wide four-poster bed.
She reached for the buckle of my pants and freed it, her eyes wicked as she slid her hand inside and cupped me.
“This is so much better than coffee,” she teased.
I’d come to enjoy her teasing, but I wasn’t in the mood for anything other than having her impaled on my cock. Slanting my mouth over hers, I bore her down onto the bed.
I tore open the condom and rolled it down my flesh, flicking a look at her as she lay there waiting for me. She slid her tongue out, her gaze locked on my dick, and it pulsed in response.
Stretching out over her, I rolled onto my back and urged her upright. I loved watching her straddle me, and she knew it. She arched her back and rocked against me, letting me feel the heat that had gathered between her thighs.
“Stop teasing,” I said, gripping her hips and lifting her up.
“But that’s part of the fun.” She slid her hands up and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples as she continued to roll her hips.
I tightened my hands. “Now, Mila.”
“So bossy.” She gave me a mock pout but shifted around, then reached down, holding my cock steady as she took me inside.