I sit on the edge of bed and watch as Mia’s dress slowly drops to the floor, pooling around her high-heeled clad feet. She steps from the center of the fabric and slowly walks my direction. “You’ve been kind of quiet since dinner,” she says softly.

She’s a fucking vision in black lace garters, thigh highs, and black heels, making it even more difficult for me to find words. It’s not that I purposely became quiet. Hell, I thought I was doing a good job keeping up with conversation despite the onslaught of emotions I haven’t let myself feel in a long fucking time. Her wish to give me what she had growing up got to me. For the first time since she walked into my life, I realized, I never want to see her walk out of it. I probably knew it all along, the fact she shares my house certainly proves I did, but tonight it hit me like a brick.

In the beginning, Mia was a way to get custody. A means to an end. But within two minutes of stepping into her little house, I knew she was worth more than the game I came there to play and suddenly, I wasn’t so sure I wanted to play that game anymore.

“Are you okay?” she asks, climbing into my lap and lowering her lips to my neck. My fingers gently skim down the soft curve of her waist and bite into her hips.

I want to say, “Give me that life, Mia. Make me believe that what you describe, what you had actually exists.” But the words die in my throat because as good and pure as I feel Mia is, if my mother taught me anything, it’s that women are self-centered creatures, following an agenda for their own purpose. Mia may have rocked me to my core with the realization that I don’t want to live without her, but I’m still not completely convinced a lifetime of experience can be erased with a few days. “I’ve never been better,” I manage out instead, stealing her lips with my own.

I lift her from my lap and lay her down on the bed. I hover over her, reluctantly pulling my mouth from hers as I stand and unbutton my shirt. Her honey-colored eyes watch with desire as more of my skin is revealed with the unhinging of each button. I love that look.

“Touch yourself,” I demand, needing the upper hand. I push my shirt to the floor and unbuckle my belt and pants. Her eyes flick to mine and she tucks her lip between her teeth. “Do it.” Her eyes darken as her hand snakes down the seam of her lace panties. Within a few strokes, her eyes close, her lips parting as her breathing deepens.

My cock grows painfully hard, watching as her fingers move beneath the black lace. “I want to watch you come, Mia,” I say, kneeling on the bed. Her fingers never stop their gentle slide between her folds as I strip her panties from her. “Show me how you pleasure yourself.” Her legs open, and I have full view of her fingers sliding through her pink center. I lean over, needing to kiss her, touch her, but then I pull away, wanting her to show me this side of her more. She reaches for my cock and begins pumping slowly with one hand. “Spin around and lie down,” I say huskily, barely keeping it together.

She hangs her head off the side of the bed and I slide my cock past her lips, pushing deep toward her throat. Her hands come up to grasp me, but I push them away. “Touch yourself, Mia. Finish yourself off so I can fuck you.” Her fingers find her clit and then lower down to her pink slit before circling her clit again. I slowly pump in and out of her mouth, careful to not blow my load as my eyes watch every glorious movement of her long fingers stroking through her wet pussy. I watch as they steady on her clit, pushing with pressure, her back arching a guttural moan vibrating around my dick as she comes. I slowly ease my dick from her mouth as she falls slack and I lean over carefully tasting her. Her body ripples with the first contact against her clit and I still, my tongue riding the residual throb of her release.

“You okay?” I ask, kneeling on the floor and kissing her softly. She smiles, her hands reach over her head and wrap around my neck, pulling me closer, pushing her tongue into my mouth. When a soft moan reverberates through our kiss, I know she tastes herself on my tongue and I love that it turns her on as much as it does me.

I reach in the drawer fishing out a condom. She sits up and kneels on the bed. I climb on the mattress behind her and place my hand between her shoulder blades, guiding her to lower. I hover just outside her entrance, looking down at the beautiful woman laid out before me. Her face flat with the mattress, her hair and arms splayed on the white sheet and her perfect heart shaped ass in the air for my taking. I run my cock against her smooth skin and then between her sweet ass cheeks. She tenses when the crown of my head grazes the pink rim of her ass.

“Have you ever been fucked here?” I ask, pushing the head of my cock directly against the tight opening.

“Not yet,” she says breathily and I smile with the promise she just made. I can tell she’s not ready, but fuck it’s a beautiful thought and right here, beckoning me to be the first.

“One day, baby.” My hand rubs over her ass cheeks before pushing them apart and slowly pushing into her tight pussy. I know she’s wet, I tasted it myself, but I’ve stretched her every time we’ve been together so I’ll take it slow...at first. I push in and out, bringing the head of my dick just to the point of sliding out, before pushing back in.

“Oh Chance,” she moans and it’s like spurs to the sides of a horse. My thrusts get faster and deeper. My hand roams over her smooth skin, gripping tightly to her hips as I pound into her.

The slapping of our skin and her soft moans fill the room. I reach up, grabbing her shoulder, urging her up. Her back arches, our connection still as deep as she lifts into my arms. I hold her tight, one hand on her nipple and the other on her clit as I pound into her.

The new angle is bringing me to a point of no return. “Fuck Mia, I’m going to come. Your pussy feels too good around my dick. I can’t…” I grate out as her nipple and clit harden under my touch.

“Chance,” she moans over and over as her climax ripples through her body. I push her back down and revel in the sight and feeling of my dick getting lost between those perfect ass cheeks, the walls of her pussy grip tightly around my shaft, demanding my release. I push once, twice until I can’t take it and succumb. Her name pours from my lips in a deep groan as I fill her with one last thrust before stilling at the height of orgasm.

I slowly pull out and fall to the mattress, pulling her toward me. We both lie silently, breathless and boneless for several long minutes. “I’m sorry if I was quiet.” I kiss the top of her wild hair.

“What happened?”

“You happened, baby.” I roll over, facing the ceiling and tucking her under the crook of my arm.

“Is that a good thing?” She peeks up over her messy hair and I grin before pushing her against my chest.

“It’s a really good thing.”

“Okay, good because sex like tonight could get really addicting.” She giggles, nestling into me tighter.

“You think so? I was worried I was too demanding or rough.”

“I loved it Chance.” I close my eyes with a smile, convinced this woman is made for me.