cheek and capturing her lips with mine. I crash our mouths together. There’s no finesse involved. It’s raw and not even close to pretty, but I need this woman.
I’ve felt like I haven’t been able to have her for so long, that she was a distant dream I’d never capture and now that she’s here, that I can actually call her mine, I’m lacking coordination as my hips thrust with her hand.
I need to slow down.
I need to gain control over my frenzied hormones but when her hand slips to my balls and tugs on them lightly, I nearly pop straight out of my pants.
“Fuck,” I groan while reaching down and pushing my pants and briefs to my knees, giving her better access. Still on our sides, she slows her movement and her grip, stroking me still, but torturing me with the pressure.
I take that moment to reciprocate the favor. I glide my hands from her face down her body, to the juncture between her legs. I feel her through her panties.
Jesus Christ. She’s really fucking wet.
There’s no stopping me when I move her cheekies down her legs and then lift her top leg so she’s completely exposed. She holds herself there as I bring my hand to her pussy. I test her out with a light swipe across her clit and when she moans into my mouth, I bring two fingers to her sensitive nub and start playing with it, loving how turned on she is.
She wasn’t lying.
Together, we play with each other. Increasing speed, pressure, taking it away and keeping our mouths tied together the entire time. In tandem, we bring each other to the precipice of orgasm, our moans mixing together, our groans tangling, our pleasure wrapping into one.
It takes seconds before both of us are clawing at each other, her hand working my cock so fast that I fear I’m going to come before her, so I slip two fingers inside her while applying pressure to her clit with my thumb. The movement has her jerking forward and her mouth falling from mine.
Her body stiffens beneath mine, and the most beautiful moan I’ve ever heard falls past her lips. Her grip loosens on my cock for a second before she realizes I’m on the precipice of falling over with her, and then she strokes me harder than before.
Once.
Twice.
Oh fuck . . .
Three times and I’m coming, my head falling to the crook of her shoulder where I bite down on her skin, as my orgasm rips through me.
It feels like a cannon went off in my body, and all the pent-up anger, anxiety, and nerves are released, sending me into a euphoric state, a place I never want to leave.
When I come to, my breathing evening out, I look up at her and realize I left bite marks on her shoulder.
“Oh fuck, Mills. I’m so sorry.”
She smiles lazily at me, her hand still casually stroking me. “Don’t apologize, that was really hot.”
A stupid grin passes over my lips. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, big time.” She releases me and after quickly cleaning us up with tissues, she wraps both arms around my neck. “You’re really sexy. That was really sexy.”
“Because you turn me on so damn much.” I press a kiss against her lips and then settle in next to her, the comfortable silence between us soothing.
It’s not weird with her, it’s not awkward. It feels completely and utterly right, like we’ve been meant to be together this entire time.
Sighing, I press a kiss against her neck and say, “When the pizza gets here, you’re in charge of getting it.”
“No way.” She laughs. “That’s the man’s job.”
“What? When did you become sexist?”
“When I can’t move my legs after you just made me come harder than any other guy.”
I pop up on my elbow to look down at her. “Yeah? More than any other guy?”
She rolls her eyes and brings her hand to my jaw where she cups it. “Yes, Carson. You made me come harder than any other guy . . . with only your fingers.”
“Well, with compliments like that, I’ll get you anything you want. Unless you want me to rub you out with my tongue. I mean . . . up to you.”
She pushes at my chest and turns away, but I capture her beneath me and press my mouth against hers. The entire time she giggles. I can honestly say that no female giggle has ever done anything for me, but Milly? She’s . . . everything.