“Killing me, Mia,” I muttered as I dropped the second to the floor, and something sly was playing around her mouth as she rocked her hips and shifted her shoulders and sucked me right into a delirious trance.
Dazed by the fucking wonder of this girl.
“That’s what you get,” she murmured, turning around and rolling her ass in my face, her fingers going to the button and zipper at the front of her jeans. The sound of her peeling it down hit the air before she nudged the waist of her jeans down just a peek. She looked back at me from over her shoulder. “That’s what you get for making me feel this way.”
“What is it I’m making you feel?”
Yeah, I was masochistic, too. Wanting to hear it. To know exactly what was brewing in that beautiful mind.
Easing around, Mia shimmied the pants down her hips, leaning forward a bit as she did. “Like I’m getting ready to witness the most brilliant, amazing thing. So bright it will eclipse everything. Like I’m so close to touching it, catching it. But I know it’s gonna burn out, and I’m not going to know how to find my way through the darkness when it does.”
Emotion fisted. Tangled with the need. “You’re wrong, Mia. Burned out a long time ago.” The words were grated. Shards of glass that scraped my raw throat.
“Then how’s it that I feel you blazing through me?” Her confession was a petition. An appeal.
Guilt and greed warred inside me.
I sat forward in the chair, and I reached out and dragged her jeans the rest of the way free.
Nothing but gluttony.
She stepped out of them, girl in nothing but that flimsy tank and the skimpiest pair of black lace underwear that I’d ever seen.
Long, long legs on display.
A grunt broke loose.
Feral.
I gripped her by the outside of her thighs, running my nose from the inside of her knee.
Up, up, up.
Inhaling deep.
“Such a tease,” I said.
Her head shook, and she knelt down. She might as well have been a viper getting ready to strike with how dangerous she was to me.
“It’s not a tease, Leif. Not when it’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt.” Vulnerability seeped into her expression.
“Gonna show you just how real you make me feel, Mia.”
Alive for the first time in years.
“That’s going to require you on my lap.” I let a smirk ride free, and I lifted her off the table, loving the way she exhaled a shaky, excited breath when I situated her to straddle me.
The girl the perfect friction where she instantly ground herself against my jeans. “Leif.”
She needed it every bit as bad as me, and my hands slipped under her shirt as she pressed herself up onto her knees, her palms on the roaring vortex at the center of my chest that wanted to suck her into eternity.
Watching her, I inched her shirt up over her head. That river of black hair fell around her shoulders and down over her tits that were barely hidden by the strands.
“So pretty, baby. Got me so spun up, I don’t know what to do with myself.”
I fiddled with a lock, trying to get myself together. To tame the hunger that raged and begged and struggled to break free.
I dragged a knuckle across a rosy nipple that peeked out through the billowing waves.
She gasped, then writhed, grinding down on me hard as she wrapped both her hands around my head, girl’s body pleading for more. “God, Leif.”
“These tits,” I murmured, caressing my lips across the tight bud. “So fuckin’ perfect.”
Shivers raced across her flesh, and her breaths turned shallow, and she was searching for a smile. For the lightness we’d been feeling earlier before the intensity had chased it away.
Obliterating reason and thought.
Just me and the girl.
My angel in the attic.
“They’re tiny. Tell me you aren’t a boob man,” she attempted to play, but it was her eyes that gave her away.
Unguarded vulnerability.
Couldn’t stop the admission from getting loose. “Think I’m a Mia man.”
Her chest trembled. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. My heart can’t take it.”
I threaded my fingers in her hair at the side of her head. Forcing her to look down on me where she was hovering an inch above. “I mean it, Mia. If I could be. If I was different. Better. I’d be yours.”
We stared for a bated beat.
Held.
Suspended.
Then we collided in a flurry of need.
A bomb going off at the base of a dam.
Everything we’d been holding back gushing free.
I pulled her to my mouth, kissing her deep and long before my lips were moving down to nip at her chin, sucking at the flesh of her throat that wobbled and bobbed, kissing down to her breast, sucking that sweet tip into the well of my mouth.
Mia moaned and jerked at my hair, and her head tossed back in a shock of need. I held her up as she arched back, devouring this girl’s beautiful tits.
Moving from one to the other while she writhed and moaned.
“Leif. I don’t know myself. Not anymore. Not with you. You make it different. Better. I want . . . I want . . .” She trailed off.
She didn’t even need to say it.
I knew. I knew.
And I wished I could give her everything that she deserved. Love this goddess that I held in the palm of my hands.
She fought to touch me everywhere, hands getting under my shirt and dragging it over my head. My chest shuddered and shook, and she was diving in, going at my jaw, my neck, across my broken heart that she’d somehow managed to shatter even more, her lips and tongue kissing me in every spot she could find.
She was gasping, frantic, her fingers trembling as she went to work on the buttons of my jeans. I held her tight as I lifted my hips from the chair so I could shove them down, and she eased up a fraction so I could tear the lace from her body.
Her cunt bare and pretty, and my fingers were slicking through her drenched folds.
Lust surged, and I pressed two fingers deep into the well of her tight, sweet body.
She lifted and rolled, riding my hand. “Please. Yes. Leif. I can’t.”
A tumult of pleas fell from her mouth, and she dropped her forehead to mine, her head rocking while I wound her high.
“Want to touch you everywhere, Mia. Own you in every way. Mark you the way I’ve been dying to do.”
Invade.
Infect.
“Scar me,” she whimpered, a breath at my lips, like she was giving me permission to make good on all the warnings I’d given her the day we’d met.
Same ones I’d been giving her all along.
I grabbed my dick, stroking it once, positioning myself between her thighs.
She trembled, and I surged, guiding her down onto me in a swift, hard thrust.
Mia whimpered, and she buried her shock in my throat as I filled her full, her walls clutching all around me, so fucking good I nearly went off right then.
Both of us struggled for a breath, for air, to cling on to some sort of reality.
But if something true existed right then, it was us.
The devil and the savior I couldn’t keep.
“Ride me, baby.” I murmured the command, my hand at the back of her neck, holding her down close.
She exhaled, shivered in my hands, girl rising up to do me in.
Letting go.