She approached the bed, the sound of her heels muffled by the carpet underneath her feet. She was naturally sexy without even trying, her fingers running through her thick hair and her eyes shining brightly despite the darkness in the room. She stopped at the edge of the bed, the arousal in her eyes matching mine.
Impatient, I grabbed her and yanked her on top of me, forcing those long legs to straddle my hips. Her heels were still on, but I didn’t mind in the least. I yanked on the front of her bra and forced her tit out, my mouth immediately engulfing her nipple and sucking hard. My fingers gripped her cheeks, and I gently moved her hips up and down, forcing her clit to drag against my shaft through her panties.
Within a minute, I could feel the moisture rub against my skin. Her pussy was already wet for me, so wet she was soaking through the panties and onto my length. I made this woman want sex after everything she’d been through, and that made my ego explode. I pulled her panties to the side and pointed my head at her entrance.
I slid inside so smoothly.
“Oh my god…” She gripped my shoulders as she inhaled, taking my entire length with a shaky breath. Her nails clawed into me, and her mouth opened, parted so a little of her tongue was visible.
My hand cupped her cheek, and I brought her mouth to mine for a kiss. Once her lips were on mine, I felt the fire spread throughout my entire body. She was naturally sexy without even trying. Most women worked hard to please me, hoping to get something more from me, like a relationship with my wallet. But Mia only wanted me for me…never cared about my money. Her entire body stiffened at my kiss, like my mouth was all she could think about, even though my enormous cock was inside her.
I gripped her hips and guided her back and forth, showing her how to ride my cock the way I liked. Slow and gentle was how I moved, so I could kiss her at the same time. After being away for a few days, I thought I would want something darker, kinkier. But now I just wanted the slow passion that satisfied me, the intimate pleasure between our bodies.
She loved sex this way, loved it slow and easy, appreciating every inch of my length as it moved in and out. And she loved kissing me above all else, loved feeling our lips move together with heavy breaths. Her nails clawed into me even more, and her pussy became even wetter, even tighter. She submitted to me because she knew I enjoyed it, but she enjoyed this down to her core.
And that made me enjoy it too.
She came shortly, barely lasting a few minutes before her pussy clenched around my length with the strength of a python. Cream built up around my dick, pooling at the base. She kept going, rocking onto my cock, harder as her hips naturally bucked.
My arms circled her waist, and I yanked her down onto my length, forcing her to finish with my entire dick inside her.
She kept her mouth pressed to mine but didn’t kiss me, unable to because the pleasure stole all of her focus. When she finished, she looked into my eyes again, the coffee color of hers so warm it reminded me of an espresso on a winter morning. “I’ve never come like this in my whole life…”
I started to move her again, knowing my turn was just around the corner. “Me neither.”
The next day, I fell back into my regular routine. I worked out in the morning, had breakfast, and worked from my laptop and had a meeting with my team remotely. Being five hours away really hadn’t made much of a difference in my productivity, except when I had to commute back to Milan for important events.
Mia continued to do her job around the house, keeping it clean and preparing all of my meals, but whenever she was quiet, her gaze would focus on the distance and she wouldn’t say a word, obviously thinking about Luca.
He would arrive tomorrow.
“Sweetheart?” I called to her from the dining room.
“Yes, Carter?” She came to my side, wearing the pink apron I got for her. She was always dressed in one of the outfits I put in her closet, designer dresses and separates. She had an affinity for nice clothes, something I didn’t know about her until I saw her wear everything in her closet.
“Could you make me an espresso? I’m dragging a bit today.”
“Of course.” She gripped my shoulder, flashed me a pretty smile, and then walked away.
I liked to ask for things just so I could be the recipient of that look. She was happy to wait on me, happy to give me whatever I wanted. Her gratitude never faded away. It reminded me of my parents, the way my mother would take care of my father the second he came home from work. She always had dinner ready along with a smile. Taking care of him seemed to be her greatest joy.