Page 39 of The Only Heart that Matters
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 herpleasure 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.
Chapter Eighteen
Mia
The way Gus watches me with unadulterated need spurs me on, giving me the courage to take what I want.
What I’ve always wanted.
Him.
It takes a few moments to adjust to the size of him, but now that I have, I’ve set a leisurely pace, not wanting to rush what he has promised is our one time together.
“Fuck, Mia. Look at you riding me. You are fucking exquisite. You feel so damn good.”
His words are as intoxicating as I’m sure his tongue would feel if his head were between my legs. The thought threatens to end my slow and steady pace. But when he puts his thumb into his mouth to wet it, I know what’s coming. My heart rate picks up, only to soar off the charts when he presses that same thumb against my clit to work me over in a way I never want to end.
“I want to watch you come apart for me, gorgeous. Ineedto feel you come apart for me.”
“Not yet,” I breathe out with a throaty moan.
“Whatever you want, Mia.”
The way he fills me to the point I almost can’t take it, the sweet intensity against my clit, and his eyes all but worshiping me collide together to form the most beautiful agony. I hate for it to end, but my world is going black.
“Angus...” I lean forward, my hand on his chest to brace myself, and the new angle intensifies things. His cock hits that sensitive wall inside my core. Stars burst into my vision as my world combusts.
“Don’t stop, gorgeous. Don’t you dare stop! You’re gonna bring me right over that beautiful fucking edge with you.”
I yell his name, blacking out for what feels like endless heartbeats. When I open my eyes, I find his brows furrowed, his expression almost angry. I push back from his chest and settle my hands over his that are still on my ass, applying pressure to let him know he can set the pace.
“My turn to watch you come, Gus.”
In answer, he grips my flesh and sets a grueling pace, working my body up and down, his eyes never leaving mine.
Then, Angus McKinnon growlsmyname as he comes. The pace and intensity of his thrusts make my body hum as I come right along with him.
I don’t know how we got here, but thank God we did.
