So I make her wait a little longer. I smirk against her thigh as she grumbles in disapproval, then I bare my teeth and give her a little nip. Her hand moves through my hair tenderly, even that casual movement heavy with love. She has so much of it inside her, nearly all of it mine; she can’t help exuding it every time we come together, even if it doesn’t seem like there’s any love in the motions. There always is. Right now it’s not hidden. Right now I just want to make her come on my face.
I run my mouth over her, gently nibbling. Her hand in my hair tugs and she cries out, banging her head against the wall. She laughs a little, then my tongue moves inside her and that laughter dies, replaced by a series of moans and gasps as I lick along her clit, tasting her, nibbling. Her hips roll forward and I plant my hands on her ass to hold her still while I feast on her perfect pussy.
Mia writhes, helplessly grasping for purchase along the flat wall, finding nothing to hold onto. “Mateo,” she manages, between moans. “Oh, God.”
She’s already close, so I focus in on her clit, working her with a few practiced motions until she’s crying out, bucking desperately against my face, exactly like I wanted.
I listen for the noisy, shuddering, gasping noise she makes when she can’t take anymore, and only then do I withdraw my tongue.
Mia sighs dreamily, leaning weakly against the wall. I rise up, pressing my body against hers, and move in for a kiss.
“You’re so good at that,” she tells me.
I chuckle tenderly, keeping her close. Then I close the distance, claiming her soft lips again, my hand drifting down to the small of her back as she arches against me, sated but still wanting me. The way her body moves against mine, the way she tastes when I kiss her—I can’t get enough of this woman.
I guide her back against the wing chair. “I seem to remember something about you wanting my cock.”
“Oh, yes. I always want your cock,” she tosses back, her voice light with amusement.
That’s true. It’s one of my favorite things about her, though there’s plenty to choose from.
“Then beg for it.”
Her amusement fades and I can see the desire in her eyes. There’s nothing Mia enjoys more than begging for my cock. I think she’d forego her own orgasms entirely if that was the only way I’d ever let her taste me again.
Her hand wanders down between our bodies, gripping my cock in her hand. “Please, Mateo. I need your cock.”
I brace my hands on the balls of her shoulder, running them down her arms. My grip tightens and I yank her forward against my body, leaning in to kiss her. She meets me halfway, wrapping her arm desperately around my shoulder and pulling herself closer to me. Her mouth opens for my tongue to sweep in, dominating hers. A moan slips out of her and she clutches me tighter, tilting her hips to rub her pussy against me.
“Please,” she whispers breathlessly against my mouth, grinding against me even harder. “Please, Mateo.”
“Get on your knees.”
She drops, her hands hungrily moving to the button of my pants. She looks up at me, her big blue eyes pleading. The desire in her eyes tells me how much she wants me, but she sits there like a good girl and awaits my instructions.
“Take it out.”
Ever obedient, she unbuttons my pants and unzips them, dragging them down so she can get to my cock.
One more week.
Vince’s words swing back around and sock me in the gut, but I will them away. They make me angry so I reach down and grab a fistful of Mia’s hair. She’s used to my roughness, so it doesn’t bother her when I guide her face to my crotch and push my cock down her throat without warning. She moans, anchoring her hand on my hip, and proceeds to give me the kind of enthusiastic head most men only dream of. I get it all the time. It serves to suck the sting right out of Vince’s words—to obliterate his words altogether.
It’s the fear, that’s the worst thing. The fear that I have bent her too much, that someone could steal her from me, and it would be my own fault.
Mia moans as she takes me deep, looking up at me. Her adoration is a drug in and of itself, independent of what an excellent fuck she is.
“Off,” I tell her.
She pops off, licking her swollen lips and looking up at me. Although she obeys, she still craves me, and to beg for a little more, she grasps my cock and runs her tongue down my length. “More, please.”
A little smirk tugs at my mouth. My cock throbs, wanting her independently.