Initiate Me(30)

“I like you like this. Anxious, wanting me. You know, if you had never made that move at the wedding, I never would have pursued you. But I want you, Mia, and I’ve wanted you for weeks.” Shit, I had wanted her for years, but I wasn’t going to admit that to her, was I? “But you have been so damn good at evading me.” He paused as if carefully choosing his next words. “There is no need for us to rush this, angel. I like to take my time with a woman. A good, long time.”

“I think you are talking way too much these days. You always used to be so quiet. But now...you’re all talk and no action.”

“You’re mean when you’re horny.” He grinned and let his gaze travel over my upper body. I knew he was looking at my breasts. They were a firm and perky D-cup and by far my best asset. “Fuck, you’re a vision. Those tits of yours are amazing!”

One of his hands reached down to flick one of my nipples through my blouse. His hands were big and large as he cupped both of them easily. “I’m going to fuck these tits, angel.”

“Fuck them? How...I mean literally?” Shit, I imagined I sounded dumb. I knew what he meant; I wasn’t that innocent. I’d heard Milan talk about things like that before and I had asked her but she never told me the full details. Half the time, I often wondered if Milan was that experienced herself.

“I’m going to get you to hold these two beauties together as I slide between them with my...”

I smacked him on the chest. “Stop being so crude! That’s the most—” He effectively cut me off with a press of his lips to the pulse on my neck.

“Oh, my God,” I moaned as I dug my fingers into his short, dark hair, holding him firmly while he suckled my skin. I ached to feel those lips and that tongue lower. Much lower.

It was as if I had spoken the thought aloud because he inched downward, air brushing against my stomach. I realised he’d somehow managed to unbutton my blouse and pull it down my shoulders, baring me to his eyes. When his tongue flicked over my hard nipple through the soft material of my bra, I nearly shot off the sofa as I forgot my misgivings. My body craved his touch. I cast my mind back to how he made me fall apart from his touch at the after-party and my body began to respond, my nipples as hard as pebbles and my centre moistening.

I was ready.

Ready to give him my virginity, right there on the sofa. What sense did it make holding onto it any longer?

Gently at first, he ran his tongue back and forth over my sensitised nipples, teasing me. Then he squeezed them together before sucking one of my nipples into his warm mouth, satin and all. He hummed in satisfaction, and the raspy vibration of his voice tormented me. Somehow I found myself sprawled on the couch, his hands on either side of my body effectively pinning me to the cushions. He surrounded me. His lethal strength and intoxicating scent filled my vision and my senses.

While he switched to the other breast, I marvelled at his patience. He sipped at my skin and toyed with erogenous zones I wasn’t aware I possessed. When he appeared to be settling in for a damned meal, I urged him lower with a tug on his hair. He obliged and moved his loving torture south. My body reacted with a flow of moisture to my centre.

Every inch of me was ready for him to take me. To fuck me. I knew it would be like this when he took me. Hard and savage. I sensed it.

“Please.”

A groan was the only indication he had even heard me. Slowly, he raised my skirt, and with each inch of skin he exposed, he sprinkled me with wet, open-mouthed kisses. By the time he had the skirt bunched up around my waist, my pussy was pulsating.

He sat back on his backside, his gaze devouring me. “You don’t wear normal underwear?” He was referring to my see-through white G-string.

“Wow, no wonder Max employed you. You can tell the difference between what is normal underwear and abnormal.”

“All day at work, you even went to lunch with Brandon and then tonight you sat here chatting with everyone and you were wearing that skimpy thing.” He passed a hand over his face and grumbled, “Damn, Mia. You sure know how to drive a man crazy.”

“Oh, for crying out loud, no one knows what underwear I have on!”

“Good, and let’s keep it that way, shall we? Unless it’s me, of course.” He reached down and cupped my mound. “You’re beginning to get a real sassy mouth, angel. I quite like it, but I may have to spank you for it one of these days.”

“Ooh, sounds hot and kinky; I may just enjoy it.”

“I never mentioned what part of your body I’d be spanking, Mia,” he growled. “Perhaps I’d rather tie up these hot tits and spank those instead. Trust me, angel, that’s not all I want to do to you.”