Chapter 10
Garrett
Mia is like holding a live flame in my hands. Her body is alive, humming with desire. She responds to every touch, and there is a raw, sensual woman raging under her calm, controlled façade. I have so many things I want to do with her, but I force myself to go slowly. Tonight, I want her to taste the possibilities of what I am offering her.
Her body is laying open to me on the bed. Her chest is heaving and her breasts are spilling out of her strapless bra. Her lacey thong leaves nothing to the imagination with her legs spread wide. She is trembling all over. I can’t remember ever seeing a woman let herself get swept away by her pleasure like Mia is. She is the most erotic and beautiful thing I have ever seen.
I lower myself on top of her and gently kiss her neck and down to her chest. I slip my hands under her to work free the hooks of her bra. Her nipples are puckered and straining as I toss the garment to the side and drop my mouth down to feast on them. Her hands roam over my back and in my hair as her back arches and she moans. I suck and bite until she cries out.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask huskily. I want to make her scream like that again.
“No. Please, don’t stop. Garrett, please,” she begs. My cock throbs hard against the mattress. Her begging my name is driving me wild. I check my own desires and lower my mouth again. She hisses and squirms as I close my teeth over her tight nipple. I flick my tongue over it and she moans. When I suck it hard, she pulls my face harder against her and pants, begging again for more.
I decide she is ready for another step. I slide away from her grasp, planting kisses down her body, intentionally skipping the area I know she wants kissed the most. There is a note of dismay and fear as I break my contact with her, “Garrett? Where are you?”
Instantly, I am covering her body with mine again and my kiss catches her last word. Her whole body arches under me. The feel of her soft skin sliding along mine is like passing a live wire over me. I clench and tighten in response, and only by the barest whisper am I able to maintain control. I want to lose myself in her soft skin, let her wrap my body and soul with hers until I don’t know where I stop and she begins.
I hold myself still, finding my control, my balance. Slowly, I draw the silk along her body. I move to lay beside her as I caress her with the light, sheer folds. Her surprised, “Oh!” is music to my ears and I watch, entranced, as she arches like a cat under the tantalizing strokes. I move to kneel above her head and gently take one of her wrists in my hand. I slowly tie one end of the silk around it before pulling the other end slowly toward me. It drags along her chest, between her breasts, and over her face. I let her process what I am doing and wait to see if she is going to object. I make sure the knot is tight and that she has plenty of room for her wrist. I stretch her arm out and tie the other end around the iron frame of the bed. I repeat on the other side before I bend to kiss her.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” I tell her as I move around to kneel between her legs. Her breasts fall slightly to either side with their red and swollen nipples standing hard at attention. The trembling has gone, replaced by restless movements as she tries her bonds and tries to anticipate where I am going to touch her next.
I breathe for a moment, just taking her in before my hands settle on her hips. I grab the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them down. She jerks at my touch and quickly lifts and wiggles her hips to help me remove the thong. I settle myself between her thighs.
I nuzzle along her inner thigh, working closer to her shaved mound. The tremors have returned and she is shaking with need. I part her lips and my tongue finally touches her with the barest of pressures. She moans and quivers, her hips flexing trying for more. Again, I tease her with my tongue. I feel the bed move as she pulls hard against the ties. The next flick of my tongue is hard and hot as I lower my mouth and clamp onto her. I flatten my tongue and lick her over and over. Her hips rock up against my mouth, and her legs lock around my shoulders.
She moans and rocks her hips in time. I lavish my tongue over and over. Soon, she is screaming my name, and her hips buck wildly against my mouth. I stay with her, working her with my tongue, lapping up her juices. As soon as the last mighty quake has rocked her, I slide myself home inside her. My mouth is hard against hers, and her tongue tastes her orgasm on my lips. She moans as I thrust hard.
The condom feels like it is 800 miles away. I drag my mouth away. “Tell me you’re on the pill.”
“I’m good. Fuck me, Garrett. Please.” Her last word is a moan of need and longing. I kneel over her so I can watch her as I thrust home inside her again. Her breasts bounce with every motion, and she is pulling hard on the ties, arching her back up. She is like a vice grip around my dick. Holy fuck, she is a goddess, I think as her legs wrap around my waist.
That was the last thought I had before I lose myself, dick first in paradise.