Page 75 of Too Sweet
“Do you think I’m ready?” Her breathing hitches when I stroke her, barely putting any pressure. Her lips graze my ear, her words reduced to a whisper and softer with each one. “Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to take care of myself when all I want is to have you touch me?”
I close her lips, my pulse speeding up. Lust takes over. The need to bury myself inside her, take care of her ache, and find release after weeks of imagining her naked body in my arms is so intense it feels like my bones are shaking.
“Now you’ve done it. I’m taking that first. Now.”
She sighs again, on fucking purpose. I lift her up, my hands knotted under her bum for support as I cross the hallway.
“You need to trust me. You need to understand that I know what I’m doing,” I say, making her tremble, and I want to tear her clothes off right here on the staircase. “I’ll make you feel good, baby. I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you.”
“I’m yours, Nico. Do as you please.”
I put her down to stand in my bedroom, spin her to face the wall, and kiss her neck while I unzip her dress. It falls to the floor in a heap of white, pink, and gray. Her bra follows suit.
I spin her back, my fingers weaving through her dirty-blonde waves, my mouth covering hers. I hook my thumbs over the elastic of her panties, pulling until they fall around her ankles, and Mia steps out, lips still on mine.
“You’ve got one chance to run,” I say, lifting her up again. She wraps her legs around me, hot pussy pressing against my stomach, my t-shirt wet with her ache.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“I don’t think I’d let you run.” I lay her down, scrutinizing every inch of her. She’s perfect. Every beauty mark and blemish, every curve, even the scar on her thigh.Perfect. “Tell me you trust me to take care of you.”
“I trust you. I’m not afraid.”
I yank the t-shirt over my head, and before it hits the floor, my mouth closes on her breast.
She arches back with a quiet hiss.
I waited weeks for this to happen. I imagined her in my bed a thousand times, so I know exactly how I want this to go.
“First,” I say, kissing up the column of her neck as I slide my hand down her body. “You’ll come on my fingers.”
Her lips part, eyes flutter closed, and a barely audible sigh finds a way out when I circle her clit.
“Good girl,” I whisper, my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans. “Focus on how you feel and nothing else.” My fingers slide left and right, then in small circles, her wetness aiding my work, bringing her closer. “Chase that high, baby. You want to scream? Scream. You want to keep it in? Do it. Don’t think.”
With each stroke, her moans lose their softness, and her petite body shudders with waves of pleasure. I love how she pulls me in, rediscovering my lips over and over.
“I’m so close,” she utters minutes later.
“That’s good, focus. Let it happen.” I tease her entrance, rubbing her clit with my thumb. “You’re beautiful. You’re mine. Every sound, every spasm, every—” A low growl bubbles in my chest, cutting off words when her orgasm hits. “There it is, good girl. Ride it, baby.”
Her breathing hiccups, and she’s coming. Hard. So hard her legs shake, and toes curl, and her lips part. She gouges her nails down my back, scraping long lines as I watch.
Istare.
She throws her head back, throat exposed, and moans in a soft staccato. I brush my lips along her collarbones. She squeezes her thighs together, still shuddering.
“Best view in the city,” I say. “You’re perfect, you know that? Now you’ll come on my lips.”
“I... I—”
“You’ve never made yourself come twice in a row?”
“No, I didn’t think I could.”
I take my jeans off and move to the foot of the bed, hooking my arms under her knees. “You can. Relax, and focus on you.” I nose a line down her abdomen before licking her slowly.
She tastes like fucking candy. Sweet... so sweet.
