Chapter Eight
Noah
The idea of fucking Mia up against the wall turned me on so fucking much, but I didn’t want to be an animal, at least not for our first time. There’d be plenty of times where I took her in every room in this cabin, where I devoured every inch of her body. I wasn’t going to let her walk away, not when she made me burn alive from the inside out.
I didn’t bother saying where I was taking her to, just lifted her into my arms and turned to stride into the bedroom. “I need you in my bed, surrounded by my scent.” Fuck, I’d just said that. Thankfully she didn’t freak out, and instead moaned, like she liked hearing me say that shit.
Good, because I want to say more.
I had my mouth on hers once more, my tongue fucking her in the way my cock would soon enough.
Once in the room, I kicked the door closed, set her back on her feet, and moved back an inch so I could be as naked as she was. When I was naked I noticed the way Mia glanced down at my cock. I felt the fucker jerk at that, knowing she was staring at it. I could have been a crude bastard and gripped the thick length, stroking it in front of her, but hell, this was our first time together.
But not our last.
She came closer, lifted her arm, and placed her hand on my chest. My entire body went tight when she ran her hand slowly over my pecs, down my abdomen, and stopped right above my cock. We were both breathing so hard, so heavily.
Her touch was light, but it did so much to me, made me feel so many things. I didn’t know if that should frighten me. There weren’t a lot of things in this world that did, but Mia’s touch could have sent me to my knees.
Hell, I wanted to worship the ground she walked on. I wanted to let her know that she had woken me up from this deep sleep; one I hadn’t even known I’d been taking. She made me feel alive, and I wanted to keep that sensation, that feeling that made me realize I’d been far lonelier than I thought.
“How ready are you for me?” I asked low, deep. I was desperate to make her feel good, to show her she was perfect for me.
“I’m so ready for you,” she said on a breathless whisper.
“Get on the bed, let me show you how good I can make you feel.” I seriously could come without even being inside of her, just by looking at her. As she moved backward I took in my fill of her body. Her breasts were large and round, the nipples a dusky pink. And her pussy—Hell, I groaned at where my thoughts were going.
I reached for my dick, no longer able to help myself, no longer able to control the lewd side of myself. I started stroking the fucker as I stared at her. I’d just told her I wanted her on the bed, but fuck, I wanted her next to me. “Come here, baby,” I said low, needing her close. She came to me right away, her motions slow because of her ankle. I should have gone to her, should have held her in my arms. And then I did that, reaching out and pulling her in close. When our bodies touched, naked flesh to bare skin, I grunted in pleasure.
I walked us toward the bed, and then we were both falling onto the mattress. I didn’t care about anything else but being with Mia. She was warm and soft...perfection. With my mouth on her neck I nudged her thighs open so I could wedge myself between them. My cock was so damn hard, and pre-come was a steady constant at the tip. I felt her slick folds surround my dick, hot wetness that had me gritting my teeth and praying for self-control. When she moaned softly I started moving back and forth, working myself between her legs without penetrating her. “Move with me, baby, rock yourself on me, get off on this alone.”
And when she started doing just that, her lower half moving in tandem with what I was doing, I groaned, not able to hold my eyes open any longer.
“How does that feel?” I managed to croak out.
“It feels so good,” she moaned.
Fuck, I’d never felt so possessive of a woman before. I added a little more pressure, slipping my finger down her cleft, teasing her clit and running the pad of my thumb along her pussy hole. “This is mine.” I seemed to do all of it in unison, making her writhe beneath me, begging for more. “Say it,” I whispered harshly.
“It’s yours. I’m yours.”
Her admission shocked me, but holy hell, it pleased me more.
I moved down the length of her body, my face right by her pussy, my hands on her inner thighs, keeping her legs spread for me. The scent of her washed over me, claiming me. I lifted my head and looked at her. “Let me make you feel good.” I tried to practice self-control. Fuck, it was hard. “You want that, baby? You want me to make you feel good, Mia?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips, and I kept my gaze locked on hers as I leaned in and dragged my tongue through her cleft. She cried out, her back bowing, her breasts thrust out. I placed my hand on her belly, holding her still as I ate her out.
Her flavor exploded along my taste buds. She was sweet, musky, and all mine. I gripped her thighs tightly, my fingers digging into her flesh. The silky-smooth feeling of her pussy along my tongue could have been my undoing, could have had me coming right now. I started rocking my hips against the mattress, dry-humping the hell out of it to relieve the pressure.
I was grunting, groaning. She was moaning, crying out in pleasure. Over and over I licked and sucked on her, knowing I’d never get enough. I wanted to have my face buried between her thighs until my tongue was numb. The pressure in my balls was increasing, and I started rolling my hips against the bed, desperately needing Mia’s tight, wet heat surrounding my cock.
When I felt her let go, when she finally gave me what I wanted, I moved my tongue over her in one long lick. I dragged my tongue from her pussy hole to her clit, sucking the little bud into my mouth. Only after that did I move up her body, my dick finally settling right on her soaked pussy, right where I needed to be.
“Kiss me,” she murmured, and I didn’t deny her, didn’t deny either of us.
I took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss. I grunted in pleasure, my hips jerking against her on their own.
“More,” she said.
I gave her all of me. I plunged my tongue inside, fucking her there.
She panted against my mouth, spread her legs wider, and I pressed my hips farther into hers, my cock sliding right between her slit. I leaned back, bracing my hands beside her, and looked down at her. “I can’t handle how damn gorgeous you are,” I said. My voice was thick, deep. Her pussy was wet, pink and swollen. It was all for me. I needed to be inside of her now or I’d get off before this even really started. I grabbed my cock and finally placed the tip at her entrance.
Staring at her face, I knew this wasn’t the end. This was the fucking beginning, no matter what.
In one swift move, I buried my dick into her wet, tight pussy. She gasped. I groaned. She had her arms around my neck, her nails digging into my skin. I hissed, the feeling of pleasure and pain about to get me off.
I started moving in and out of her slowly, trying to pace myself when all I wanted to do was pound the hell out of her. But then I felt her become even wetter, heard her breathing change, and saw her expression shift. I knew she was right here with me.
And so I really started fucking her.
Sweat started to coat my skin, my heart raced, and my balls were drawn up tight. I wanted to come so badly, but I didn’t want this to end. I pushed in deep.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
I couldn’t help but stare at her face, watching as pleasure covered her expression, morphing it into ecstasy. I pushed into her once more and stilled, feeling my muscles relax and contract, repeating over and over again. Shock and lust slammed into me as I felt the clench and release of her inner muscles around me.
“I’m going to come,” I gritted, holding on so damn tight to my control, but failing miserably. I reached between us and started rubbing her clit.
Back and forth. Easy.
A slow burn.
I felt her tense beneath me, and then she was tossing her head back, this low mewl leaving her as she got off for me once more.
“Yeah, that’s it.” When she relaxed, her orgasm waning, only then did I pick up my speed.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I had no intention of doing that.
And then I was really fucking her, knowing I should have been sweet, gentle with her seeing as this was our first time, but not able to help myself. She brought out the primitive, feral side of me.
“So. Damn. Good.”
I wanted my come on her like some kind of dirty fucking bastard. I pulled out right before I exploded and grabbed my shaft. I pumped my hand over the thick length and stared at her pussy, her gasp of surprise, or maybe pleasure, ringing in my ears.
“Spread those pink pussy lips for me, let me see all of you.” I didn’t know if she’d actually do it, but then she reached down, spread herself for me, and I groaned in ecstasy. I pumped my hand hard, faster over my dick and breathed out slowly as my orgasm washed through me. I couldn’t help but close my eyes, as the pleasure was so damn intense.
Groaning deeply, I forced my eyes open as I came. I watched as my seed spilled from the tip of my cock and covered her belly. I was being such a filthy bastard right now, but judging by the way she was moaning and undulating underneath me, it was clear Mia was really fucking into it.
When I was sated, I sagged and breathed out, staring at her body and what I’d done to her. I felt possessive as I stared at the way I’d marked her, at the fact she was covered in my come. I wanted to rub it in, make her smell like me, make every fucking man who looked at her know she was mine.
God, what the fuck is going on with me?
And because I was not acting like myself, because I didn’t want to let her go, because I wanted her in my life for more than just this one night, I said, “You’re mine, Mia.”
And she didn’t scoff, didn’t deny it. Instead she moved closer to me and sighed in contentment.
Yeah, she wasn’t sleeping in my fucking spare room.