how pretty you are.”
Her knees fell open, revealing her pink, glistening pussy and he almost swallowed his tongue. He placed a palm over her and used his heel to rub her roughly. She bucked off the bed, then started a grind against his palm.
“That’s—oh, God, Cal, that’s …”
Leaning over her, he captured her mouth in a kiss, needing that connection. Needing the sweet wind of tongue on tongue and lips on fire. He pushed one finger inside her, then another, stretching her. He had no doubt she could take him but he didn’t want her to have a single regret.
“Hurry,” she panted. “Don’t wait.”
“Don’t forget who’s the teacher, Mia.” He licked along the seam of her mouth, while his thumb found her clit and stroked. The combination of his fingers inside and that glance against that taut bundle of nerves made her clench hard. But he held back, needing to be inside her when she came again.
“Put the condom on me.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Yeah, you do. Show me how good you are at it. How good you are at fucking everything.”
She reached over and tore open the wrapper. Determination lit up her gaze and she tackled his cock with the condom with the focus he expected. Then she stroked it on and stroked his length, and it was his turn to almost keel over with the sheer wave of pleasure rolling through him.
He settled between her legs, notching at her entrance, nudging his way in. One inch, two. Shallow thrusts at first to get her used to him. There was hardly any resistance as he pushed deeper until finally, fuck, finally, he was all the way in.
“Mia, talk to me.”
“I—I don’t think I can.”
He pulled back. She grasped his ass and refused to let him leave, which suited him because he never, ever wanted to be anywhere else.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. I expected—I don’t know what I expected. You feel like you belong.” She peered up at him, all wide-eyed innocence with a hint of knowledge about her power over him. He assumed that balance would tip soon. Eventually she would get that she was in charge here. That he was hers to win or lose, make or destroy.
She was right about one thing: he did belong. In this moment, this was the best place to be. The only place to be.
“Does it feel good?” she asked.
“You little witch, you know it does.”
She laughed, and that sound went straight to his heart because his cock was otherwise engaged in trying not to blow its top.
He moved out, thrust again, somehow finding another recess of depth inside her—or at least it felt that way. It felt like he could fuck her right through the bed and into her heart. Closing his eyes, he tried to will that sentiment away. He wasn’t who she wanted beyond this night of making her feel good. He would do well to remember it.
She wrapped a leg around him, opening her body up even further, tightening around him, and his next stroke almost broke him apart.
“Christ,” he moaned. “Never felt this good. Never felt—” He broke off there, because it seemed to capture the moment a little too closely. He had never felt, not with any other woman. How did she do this to him?
He intertwined his hand in hers and held tight, while with his other hand he gripped her ass. Their fucking continued, slow, steady, both of them feeling every breath and contraction and flutter. Usually he would break eye contact, needing to establish the rules, but there were no rules with Mia. There was only wet, erotic connection as they slowly fucked their way into each other’s sexual history.
He, her first.
She, his best.
Holding her tight, he dragged his cock along her clit on the return into her body, and with each stroke, she became more vocal, more agitated. Her inner walls tightened as she figured out the rhythm. She sucked on his lip, murmuring, yes and please and Cal, and he gave her everything in a quickened plunge-and-pull that sent her over before his own climax was ripped from him.
And in the process she ripped a piece of his heart out, too.
17
Mia opened her eyes to streaks of dawn light on her pillow and the most excellent ass she’d ever seen. Cal was picking up his clothes in the half dark.
Groggily, she leaned up on an elbow. “Trying to make your great escape?”
He scooped up a pair of jeans and sat