Chapter Thirty-Eight

Mia

Did he actually just say what I thought he said? I couldn’t have heard him right. Then I remembered what he had said when he showed up at the hotel room door. He loved me? The man had an odd way of saying things. In fact, he didn’t actually come right out and say the three little words. He bandied them about in conversation.

I opened my mouth to ask him. Instead of words leaving my mouth, his tongue filled it as his hand ran up my nude body. I would have to ask him later. For now, I wanted to enjoy what he was doing to my body.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he ran a trail of kisses over my jawbone. “I want you so bad.”

“Have me,” I murmured.

“I’m going to. I’m going to have you in every way.”

He stopped kissing and rose over me, looking down at me. “Are you feeling okay though? I mean, is this okay?”

I smiled and nodded, feeling emboldened. “I’m feeling horny and wet if that’s what you’re asking. Don’t hold back. My body is primed and ready. We can do what we normally would,” I assured him.

His mouth slammed into mine with a ravenous kiss. I could barely breathe as he pressed his mouth to my lips, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. My hands went to his back, my nails digging into the skin. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. I moaned low in my throat and tried to move under him. I wanted him inside me.

“Slow down,” he murmured against my cheek. “I want to enjoy every minute of this.”

I whimpered. “I need you.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

His mouth moved to suckle my breasts with such tenderness, I wanted to weep. My hands moved down his back, raking a trail across his skin as I moved to his ass. I squeezed hard, digging my nails in, demanding more.

He got the message. “You want me inside you?” he growled.

“Yes!”

“I don’t know if you’re ready,” he whispered, running one finger up my slit.

I was soaked, drenched with need. “I’m ready.”

“I don’t know,” he said, running his finger around my hole but not pushing in.

I whimpered. “Please.”

“Please what, Mia? What do you want?”

“I want you.”

“You want me to do what?” he asked, still circling my pussy and softly running his finger up and down my clit.

“Fuck me.”

“Ask nicely.”

I groaned as his fingers spread my lips wide. Air brushed over my exposed center, making me wild with need.

“Fuck me!” I shouted, feeling desperate.

“Uh-huh. You didn’t ask,” he said, kissing my neck and then firmly sucking the sensitive skin while holding my lips wide.

My pussy contracted, waiting to be filled.

“Oh God,” I moaned, feeling the stirrings of what I knew was only the first climax he would give me. “Please fuck me?”

A single finger shoved inside me. My pussy exploded around it, welcoming the invasion. I bucked and writhed on the bed while his finger moved in and out. His mouth was moving over my neck, sucking and biting little bits of skin.

He rolled to his back, reaching for me to move me on top of him. I leaned down and kissed him as I straddled his thighs, ready to impale myself on his hard dick. His hands moved to my hips, easing me down slowly over his cock.

I sat up and looked down at him. His eyes were squeezed close and his jaw was clenched as I slowly lowered my pussy over his dick, taking him in one inch at a time.

“Fuck!” he managed to get out between his gritted teeth.

I rotated my hips, taking him a little deeper. Being completely filled by the man I loved was turning me on more than I had ever been.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. “Don’t fucking move.”

I stayed where I was, watching him drag in deep breaths. His cock was vibrating inside me with each breath. He moved back a couple inches on the bed, driving into me and striking a nerve deep within my pussy.

I gasped as the sensation slammed into me. “Oh!”

He watched me and jerked up again.

“Oh God,” I moaned, feeling my toes curl.

“You like that?” he asked.

I nodded my head before letting it drop back. My hair brushed over my back, and I realized it had somehow come out of the bun. I put my hands in my hair and shook it out.

“Oh, shit,” he groaned. “God damn you’re so fucking hot. Do it again!”

I rolled my head back and forth while holding my hair up and away from my neck.

He jerked up, a slight motion with his hips. “Ride me,” he ordered.

My hands dropped to his chest, my fingers running over his nipples and squeezing as I rocked back and forth in a slow, steady motion.

“Harder!”

I rocked forward before forcefully impaling myself on his dick.

“More!”

My body sprang into action, riding him hard and fast. I felt as if I were on a bucking bronco when he started bouncing on the bed below me, his thrusts hitting high. I pinched his nipples and pulled. He shouted out something incoherent. I couldn’t hear anything but the blood rushing through my ears as I rode out the longest orgasm of my life.

I collapsed against his chest when the climax finally released me. I struggled to catch my breath. I could feel his hardness deep inside me and realized he still hadn’t come. I smiled, knowing I was going to be fucked hard once again.

I pushed myself up and kissed him.

“I’m not done yet,” he growled.

“I know. That makes me happy,” I mumbled.

He rocketed up, sitting face to face with me, his dick still buried deep inside me. He jerked forward, pushing into me as his butt slid across the bed. I had no idea where he was going, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for what would be a thrilling ride. He stopped at the edge of the bed, his feet on the ground.

“Get off,” he demanded.

“Not yet,” I gasped, feeling another orgasm close but still out of reach.

“Get off!” he said, pushing me backward.

My feet hit the floor as my pussy released his dick. I instantly felt the absence and wanted to crawl back on his lap.

He spun me around. “Now sit,” he demanded.

I smiled and slowly sat on his lap, feeling the head of his cock probing my hole. He reached up and squeezed my sensitive breasts, gently massaging and tweaking my nipples as I seated myself on his lap, taking him deep inside me.

“There you go. Bounce up and down on my dick,” he ordered.

I slowly raised myself up before sliding back down. The position gave him full penetration, his dick rubbing over my clit with each stroke. My pussy was weeping, ready to come again.

He moved one hand down my stomach, putting a finger to the place we were joined. I sat back against him, relishing in the feel of his cock deep inside me. I was stretched full, and every pulse of his heartbeat was throbbing inside me. His finger started to massage around his dick. He pressed against the hard nub and began to rub circles.

My head dropped back to rest against his shoulder while he rubbed the sensitive area. I felt paralyzed. I couldn’t move as the orgasm started in my toes. Every muscle tensed to the point of pain as the sensation spiraled through my body and out to the tips of my fingers, my hair standing on end.

A low keening sound escaped my slightly parted lips. I had no control over my body as he rubbed. Then he stopped right when I got close to fully succumbing to the climax.

“Not yet,” he whispered in my ear.

I made a move to slide up his dick, but he held me firmly in place.

“No.”

I whimpered, wanting the release that would ease the tension he had created in my muscles. His hand moved to my knee, opening my legs wide as I straddled his dick.

His finger circled my pussy again, tickling the lips that were wrapped around his slick cock before he moved back to that extremely sensitive area and began rubbing again.

I screamed as I finally found my release. He moved his finger and used both hands to grab my hips, forcing me up and down his dick. I felt like a ragdoll, helpless to participate as my body clenched and released his dick with one muscle spasm after another.

I heard his yell and felt the hot liquid burst inside me as he found his own release. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly as he jerked into me. I went limp against him. He carefully stood, pulled the covers back, and crawled into bed, taking me with him. His body wrapped around mine as he held me close, his hands protectively clasped around my belly.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Tears welled in my eyes, and before I could stop them, they were spilling onto the sheets.

“I love you too,” I told him.

“I’ve loved you since we were kids, way back when.”

“How come you never told me?” I asked.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my back. “I was a chickenshit, I guess. We were in the friend zone. I didn’t want to violate the boundaries.”

I laughed. “You could have told me. I loved you then; I love you now. We could have been together all this time.”

“I know. I was a fool.”

“You hurt me when you left that day. I was in love with you and you up and left me without a word,” I told him, needing him to know why I was so hesitant with him now.

“I know. I mean, I didn’t know then, but I know now. I’m not good at telling people how I feel,” he muttered.

“That’s true. I can’t believe you loved me and didn’t tell me. I should beat you,” I joked.

He laughed. “Trust me, I’ve been beating myself up enough for both of us.”

“Good. I guess that changes things, huh?”

“Yes, it does. We have a lot to talk about, but right now I just want to make love to you until neither one of us can walk.”

I laughed, not exactly thrilled with the idea of being sore down below when I had a long plane ride home.

“I’m game.”

“Good,” he said, nibbling at my shoulder. “I’m going to make you scream for mercy. You are going to be a hot, quivering mess by the time I’m done with you.”

“I’m already a hot, quivering mess,” I reminded him.

I felt his dick pressing against my butt and knew he was ready for more. I rolled to my back and reached down to grab his jutting penis, gently stroking it. His eyes were smoldering. I could see the passion in them and took a moment to thank my lucky stars for bringing this man back to me. I wanted to stay naked with him for the rest of my life.