Topsy Turvy Kinda Love, стр. 34
My fingers run down her sides, moving in tiny circles across her skin. I trail one finger down and rub her up and down her slit. She wiggles, attempting to get me where she wants me, and my dick reaches up to try and touch her, bypassing me as the middle man completely.
I want to kiss her so badly, but I won’t cross the line she’s drawn in the sand. I’ve been envisioning fantasies with her for as long as I’ve known her, and they will never compare to the real deal. Her moans and the way she’s grinding against me is doing things to me. Intense things. Making me almost feral in my desire for her. I rock my hips up to her again, and she grinds down on me.
I can feel her heat through the thin fabric of my boxers, and it’s driving me blindingly crazy. Running my hand down to her ass, I grab a handful. She feels like heaven, not the sinful deception I’ve always been told to believe came with lying with a woman. She’s saving me from myself, salvation in a cotton candy haired pixie. She feels so good, too good.
“How’s it feel, Mia?” I thrust up against her again, prodding her with my steel rod.
“Fuck yes, Brooks,” she moans against my neck, running her fingers up and through my hair. Depthless sapphire blue eyes burn into mine and then slide down my body. “God, your dick is huge.” Her tiny palm cradles me, and it’s almost too much.
I’m man enough to admit I think I’ve lost the feeling in my toes because the blood has been diverted to a more important location. If I don’t stop us for a minute, I’m going to blow and it’ll be over before I know it. I don’t want to be that guy, the one who blows before he even gets the girl.
Her soft body melds into my larger one, cementing us in this sex, and sin filled moment.
My name whimpers through her lips, and it’s what I’ve been dreaming about, only in real life, it’s way more sexy. I don’t need to hear it though; her pliable body bending to me is all the confirmation I need to know I’m doing something right.
I could split wood with my dick, and it’s painful. How easy would it be to roll her under me and plunder her body like a caveman? To have her take away that ache that plagues my dick day in and day out when she’s around me. I’m lost in consumption, bordering on needing white padded walls if I don’t get her hand on me again soon.
Her hips swing sinfully over my crotch, and I curse out from the intensity. Her blunt nails claw down my back, and I want her to dig holes in me so I can remember this moment forever. I inhale her cotton candy and vanilla scent deep into my lungs, and I’ve become Pavlov’s dog over it.
I want it all, everything and anything she’s willing to offer me. I’m selfish. This intense craving for her makes me weak, but I’ll gladly be weak for her. I’ll sin for her. Fall to the depths of hell and be Hades’ right-hand man just to get one more look, one more touch, and one more moment just like this one. Sell my soul to the devil for eternity without a blink.
“Need less clothes, Brooks. Need less pants,” she croons over me, and I want to give her whatever she asks. I’m gone for this girl and the idea of pussy. I finally understand the term pussy whipped. I feel high. The blood loss to my brain is potent because all my filthiest desires creep just below the surface. Tingling at the base of my spine tells me this has to cool off for just a minute. I don’t want to blow my load too soon.
“G-gotta… take a minute, Mia. Too good. Gonna blow if we don’t stop.”
Her hands slip from the biting grip she has on my back. She rests her forehead against mine, our chests rising and falling in a frantic rhythm, slowing slightly and sinking up. She crawls out of my lap, and I take the opportunity to hop up and shred my pants.
“Damn, Brooksy. That was hot.”
“Yeah…if foreplay is that good. Let’s see how hot the sex is…”
She looks over at me, our breaths finally normalizing, and winks. “You ready?”
“Am I ever… if it’s anything like that… Hot damn. I’m ready to lose myself in your body. Do you have any idea how sexy as fuck you are?”
Seeing Mia strewn across my bed. Tousled, sexed hair spread below her. Pert nipples standing at attention, flat stomach, landing strip of hair above where I’ll be in just a few short minutes, hopefully. I audibly gulp. “You’re so hot.” My words sound like that of a pubescent teen, but she’s sent a short circuit to my brain with all this smooth skin.
I prowl up the bed toward her like a jaguar stalking his prey, my dick bouncing against my stomach. I lick my lips and find dark eyes following my every moment—her usual sapphire blues, darker than normal.
I grab the bottom of her foot and pepper small kisses up her ankle, calf, thigh, heading to the heaven between her legs. She squirms under my touch, and I inhale a scent that’s only Mia. I moan into her satin skin, and the little break does nothing to calm down my raging boner. “You smell so fucking delicious.”
My mouth explores higher, one single lick to her seam, and landing on her clit. I forgo the poetry with my mouth this time and move