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My response was to shift my hands under her ass and lift her closer up into my touch. I could taste her pussy all night. I loved hearing her soft cries of pleasure. Loved knowing that she was making those sounds for me. Just me.
I’m a competitive guy. Always have been. It makes me successful on the football field. So there was no fucking way I was going to let the night end on a word like efficient. Hell, no. I got what she was saying, and she’d had an orgasm, so it wasn’t like she hadn’t enjoyed herself, but it wasn’t good enough for me. I wanted her boneless and begging.
Just when she was really starting to get going, her fingers tugging at my hair, her cries growing louder, I sucked on the taut bud of her clit. She gave a cry, coming hard. Oh, yeah. I loved the feel and sound of that. I teased my lips over her inner thighs, then moved up the length of her body. I loved how she had hips a man could grab on to and a narrow waist. Her skin was ivory, the complexion that would never tan.
Leisurely, I tugged first one nipple, then the other into my mouth. I lost track of time, but waited until again I heard the desperate hitch in her voice, then really focused, sucking her nipples while I stroked her pussy, dipping first one, then two fingers inside.
“Yes,” she murmured. “That. It’s perfect.”
I’d take that. She came again, softly this time, turning her head.
I moved on again, brushing my lips north over her chest and shoulders. I took a brief pause to ditch my pants, before returning to her soft skin.
She had freckles and it became very important to me to kiss each and every one.
“What are you doing?” she whispered. “You’re driving me crazy, James.”
“I’m kissing your freckles because they’re adorable.”
“We’ll be here all night if you try to hit every single one. I have like two hundred.”
“We have all night.” I moved up her neck and shifted over her. I stared into her eyes, shocked by what I felt. By how fascinated I was by her. We might have all night, but I suddenly knew that wouldn’t be enough.
I was tired of the same old, same old.
Mia was something entirely different and she had me wanting more. Wanting her.
A little amazed that she had just slammed into me with her purse and now mere hours later had me feeling like a fucking sap, I murmured, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Her eyes widened. “You have the very best ideas.”
I gripped her hip and thrust into her, thoroughly enjoying the way she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. I moved slowly, taking my time, driving us both to the edge over and over. Her breathing changed, grew frantic. Her chest rose up and down, her head tilted back, eyes drifting closed.
She was gorgeous.
It was also becoming obvious that I was so fucking turned on by both the way she looked and the way it felt to have her pussy gripping my cock, that my goal of teasing her endlessly was backfiring. I was barely holding on. So I yanked her knees up further so I could bury myself balls deep inside her. Mia gave a low moan, and then cried out, her nails digging deep into the flesh of my back.
“That’s it,” I told her. “Come for me.”
“So good,” she said, her eyes rolling back.
I didn’t bother to hold back anymore. I let go, pounding her hard, enjoying the release, the way she whispered my name.
“James.”
It was hot as hell and I just stayed there for a few seconds, the last few shudders rolling through both of us. Finally, I collapsed beside her on my bed, breathing hard.
“Wow. That’s the happiest Trixie has been in ages.” Mia lay on her back, her hands up over her hair, breathing heavily.
“Trixie?” I had no idea what she was talking about.
“My vagina.”
“You named your pussy?” I asked, amused.
“I name everything. My bag is Mississippi. Vagina is Trixie. I name my houseplants, my apartment, which is Casa de Broke Bitches, and my mother.”
Of course she would. That seemed appropriate for a woman who carried half of her apartment in her purse. “Doesn’t your mother already have a name? Like, Mom?”
Not that I wanted to talk about her mother right now, but I was amused by Mia’s easy chatter as I removed the condom and ditched it on the nightstand.
“Yes, but her name is Margaret and she’s just not a Margaret. Mama alone doesn’t really hit on her personality, so I call her Hot Mama. She loves it. I also have nicknames for my co-workers and my work shoes.”
Her work shoes? Okay. All of that was damn fascinating, but could we get back to how she felt post my dick inside her? “If Trixie is happy, does that mean I’ve redeemed myself?”
“You never needed to redeem yourself, but yes, that was very satisfying.”
I gave her a kiss. “Did you come enough? I aim to be a good host.”
“I came like six times,” she said, wryly. “If you hosted me any better, I’d pass out.”
“It was only three times. I can go again if you want.” I ran my eyes over her breasts. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Again? As amazing as that sounds, I need to work tomorrow. I need to be able to walk.”
I teased a finger over her nipple. “Are you sure? I could at least go down on you again. I love the way you taste.”
“I’ve figured out how to totally manipulate you. All I have to do is say you’re efficient and you’re instantly competitive AF. Next time I’ll lead with that again.”
She wasn’t wrong. But I raised my eyebrows, intrigued by her wording. “Oh, yeah? Next time?”
“Oh, God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that or imply anything.” She pushed her hair back and turned on her side to face me. “That just came out, I don’t know why.”
I studied her. She looked more amused than embarrassed. “No, it’s cool. I’d like to see you again, Mia.” I meant that. She was interesting and intelligent and funny. Not to mention she had a body that wouldn’t quit. It also made me feel intense satisfaction that she sensed something between us too. Something hot, something… right.
Mia groaned. “Don’t do that. Tell me what you think I want to hear.”
“I’m not. I want to see you again.” I wanted to spend an entire weekend in bed with her. I wanted to take her to Miami and out dancing in a club. I wanted to buy her jewelry and fuck her on a private jet.
I was feeling things I never felt this fast after meeting a woman. But there was something special about Mia. “I need to see you again.”
She shoved at my chest and gave me a smile. “Get on your side of the bed and go to sleep, James.”
I obeyed but then immediately I hated it. “My side is lonely.” I reached out and hauled her closer to me.
She gave a cry of protest. “So much manhandling.”
“You weren’t complaining a minute ago.” I settled her into the little spoon position and sighed, feeling thoroughly relaxed and satisfied.
“No. I definitely wasn’t.”
Resting my palm on her hip, I tried to do what she asked and fall asleep. But having her juicy ass tucked up against my cock was not conducive to sleep, and when she shifted, it only made the situation worse. My dick swelled.