”Then you’ll have me. You’ll have it all.”
I’m sure she thought I’d jump right into it. But what she doesn’t understand is that I’ve just been given the keys to the ultimate playground. Mya is a buffet of tempting curves and sweet swells. I’m not going to waste a moment of this. Before we’re through I’ll have mapped every inch of her skin, tasted every soft crevice and coaxed out every drop of her pleasure.
Then I’ll do it all over again.
First, I help her out of my shirt. I have the perfect angle to admire her, the sinuous curves of her waist leading into her hips, the smooth column of her throat as she arches her back, the rich dark spill of her hair, a stunning contrast to the caramel tone of her skin. I’m almost overwhelmed, not sure where to start when I want to devour her whole.
“Open your legs for me. Yes, that’s it. Open those pretty thighs.”
She blushes but allows her legs to fall open. Now that the shirt’s no longer in the way I can see the damp spot on her panties clearly. My head falls forward as I take a minute to compose myself. Something about this woman ramps me up faster than anything. If I’m not careful, I’ll go too fast and cheat her out of the experience she deserves. And that’s the last thing I want to do.
She flushes as I watch her, and I can see the effort it takes for her not to close her legs and hide. But we’re not doing this under the covers in the dark. Hell no. I want her to see everything. Feel everything.
“You are so beautiful.” I move closer and inhale as I lower myself between her thighs. Her legs start to close but the breadth of my shoulders keeps them open. I can feel that she’s starting to tense up again so I press a gentle kiss to the soft skin of her stomach. She sighs softly and relaxes back into the pillows.
“And so wet.” My hand finds its way back to where it was before but this time I’m not content just to stroke her through the fabric. I tug the cloth to the side and almost come just from how hot and wet she is against my fingers.
“It’s a fucking crime that you’ve been hiding this from me.” I push two fingers inside and her muscles clamp down on the intrusion so tight that my dick twitches in jealousy. It wants to be where my lucky fingers are right now, being massaged and squeezed by the tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt.
“I haven’t been hiding,” Mya gasps when I rotate my hand, my fingers searching for–
“Oh my god!” she whispers when I find the soft spot I’m searching for. Her eyes drift shut and she shivers uncontrollably as I massage her G-spot. While her eyes are closed, I lean down and cover her with my mouth.
Desire slams through me. Salty and sweet, her taste is like warm apple pie on a cold day. I’m almost feral now as my lips latch on to her clit, my fingers working counterpoint to the rhythmic lashing of my tongue. Mya tenses and then her pussy muscles go wild, squeezing my fingers.
Her words have the effect of throwing gasoline on a fire that’s already out of control. She’s still whimpering from the after effects of her orgasm when I stand and push my pants down. Mya gets up on her knees and her hands move over my chest frantically, trying to unbutton my shirt as fast as she can. Buttons go flying as she rips through the last few and finally I’m naked.
She sucks in a breath. “Damn.”
I laugh at her loss for words. “Trust me you’re saying what I’ve been thinking this whole time.”
Then neither of us is laughing anymore because I climb back on the bed with her. “I don’t think we need these anymore.” I tug at the edge of her panties.
Mya lifts her hips and pushes them down, kicking them away. It hits me then, the gravity of what we’re about to do. I mean, this is Mya. The woman I’ve been dreaming about for the last two years and my reluctant crush for lack of a better term. Even when I was fooling myself that we hated each other, my dick was never on that program. He’s always loved her.
Now I’m going to be the first man who gets to make her come.
You cannot fuck this up.
I caress her from her waist down to her thigh, my fingers trailing gently over her skin. “I love how you feel.”
“I love how I feel, too. I’ve never been so satisfied.” She smiles lazily, stretching under my fingers like a cat.
I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear her purring. It’s a heady feeling, watching her all flushed and content from her orgasm. I could get used to seeing her like this.
She stretches again, drawing my attention back to her breasts. Her nipples are dusky, standing out against her skin like chocolate candies on caramel. I get up quickly and find the package of condoms in my luggage. Mya watches with unabashed curiosity as I smooth the latex on.
I lean over the bed and kiss the fragrant skin above her heart. It beats against my lips, increasing in tempo as I nuzzle the underside of her breast. It increases to a gallop as I move between her thighs. We both tremble at the contact.
I don’t move as my mouth explores the skin behind her ear, the curve of her throat. I take my time with tiny nips to her jawline before my tongue slips between her lips. My mout
h covers hers again, licking and biting. She whimpers as I suck her tongue.
“What are you doing? Make love to me.” She squirms beneath me and it takes all my willpower to remain still. I need her as crazy as she makes me. I need her to need me. To crave what only my body can give her.
“Milo?” She hits me in the shoulder but I continue tormenting the skin on her neck.
I haven’t heard it yet. The words I’m waiting for.