Page 38 of The Only Heart that Matters
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 startandend.
“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. Theyland 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.
