the world, and gift-wrapped her for me in a gorgeous package.” He leaned forward, thumb reaching her mouth and rubbing against her lower lip. “You’re everything I never knew I needed.”
Oh.
“Well then.” Diana shoved her plate aside, and leaped off the bar stool, clearing the breakfast bar to jump into his arms. Laughing, he caught her in midflight. She locked her legs around his waist and lowered her mouth to his. “I suppose that makes you mine.”
Mikar growled his assent into her mouth, pushing her back to the breakfast bar and caging her in with his arms. “And you’re mine.”
She’d thought their first and only kiss had been the best in her life, but this one took the cake. He devoured her hungrily, his rapture evident in every touch of his skilled fingers along her arms, her back, her hips. She greedily tightened her legs around him, needing to feel more. His hard length rubbed against the apex of her thighs through layers of fabric. The pants needed to go. His and hers. She fumbled with the metallic buttons of his jeans, opening two before he clasped her hands and lifted them in one hand.
She started to protest. “But…”
“Not yet.”
Diana pouted. Ignoring it, Mikar lifted her to the breakfast bar and worked her skinny jeans down her hips and legs, then parted her thighs.
“Oh. All right then.”
She wasn’t wearing any panties—Chloe hadn’t lent her any. Not that Diana would have worn borrowed underwear. Her glistening folds were staring right back at Mikar, who stuffed his nose between her thighs and smelled her, inhaling deeply. Then he lifted his chin and his mouth closed in on her clit. She bucked under him. Steadying her with one hand on her stomach, he lapped at her, licking her out. His tongue explored each fold leisurely, as though he had all the time in the world. Diana’s breath caught when it returned to her clit and circled it softly. Then the tongue lashed at it, with one hard hit that had her screaming. Her insides were turning into an inferno.
“Please!”
He laughed against her. “Oh, I’m not even close to done.”
His free hand joined his tongue; he edged two fingers inside her, curving them just right. “Fuck, Mikar!”
“That’s the general idea.” His fingers moved in and out of her, fast and hard. She curved her hips upward, wiggling aimlessly, but his hand pushed her back down against the countertop. He sucked hard on her clit, and kept moving his fingers so fast. She’d never been fucked so deep, although his cock hadn’t even touched her yet. Hell, he was still dressed.
Diana gave up the fight, letting her body relax, accepting his touch. And the moment she did, every single nerve end he was teasing exploded in a blinding, maddening climax.
She couldn’t move. She stayed right there, legs parted against the cold marble breakfast bar, head thrown back, looking at the ceiling like she half expected all of this to have been nothing more than a dream.
Maybe she’d died last night. Maybe this was heaven.
Catching movement over her, Diana lifted her head.
Now she knew she’d died.
Mikar had opened his jeans, freeing a gorgeously thick, curved cock pointing right at her. His dark eyes turned red, and he was the picture of an avenging angel, just like the first time they’d met.
“Are you wet, darling?”
“Soaked.” She didn’t even recognize her own voice.
“Not wet enough for me, I think.” He pumped his cock once, then twice. “Maybe I shouldn’t take you. Your little pussy looks like it could break if I did everything I want to do to it.”
He was teasing her, she knew, but the threat of not immediately getting to feel him inside her enraged her. Diana lifted her torso and reached out to him, grabbing his white t-shirt. She pulled him toward her till he was close enough she could clutch his cock in her grip.
She had him now. Never letting go, Diana shifted to her knees, and bent down to take him in her mouth. Her hand pumped him. Up, down, up, down. All the while, she sucked at his tip, teasing it with her tongue. She felt him tense in her hands and twisted both grasps around his length.
His legs started to convulse.
Then she let go, grinning. She’d never felt this cocky. “This is what you get for teasing me.”
Mikar grunted, his face twisted in pain and need.
“Oh, I’m done with playing,” she said, hopping off the counter. “If you want more of