She nearly shot off the couch. I alternated little whips of my hot tongue across her sensitised jewel with deep, rhythmic sucking. It didn’t take long before Mia arched; I gripped her hips as her orgasm exploded in my mouth. She screamed and thrashed, moving to get away even as she tried to get closer. I didn’t release her until her very last pulse. With my mouth still connected to her throbbing sex, I looked up and saw her gazing at me. Not with embarrassment, but with awe and pure hunger.
“Zane.”
The hoarse, needy way she whispered my name sent every last bit of blood to my dick. I gave her clit one last, hard suck before I pushed back and stood. “In the bedroom, angel. Let’s go.”
***
MIA
He pulled me up and led me upstairs, holding my hand all the way. My whole body shook with need, with surprise, and with fear.
The sun was setting, softening the light filtering through the blinds to a hazy colour of blue, purple and pink. The king-sized bed was the centrepiece of his bedroom It was beautiful, a bit too masculine for me, but it epitomised his personality to a T. The furniture was a dark wood, almost black. To balance out the masculinity of the wood, he had a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and matching side lamps on each nightstand. I leaned against the doorjamb to the en-suite and watched him toeing off his shoes. He folded the black comforter to the end of the bed, exposing plain, grey cotton sheets.
Zane faced me as he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt.
“Isn’t that what I should be doing?” I asked.
“No, babe, you shouldn’t. If you so much as touch me, I will literally be mauling you. Next time, I promise.”
“Sounds good to me.” I couldn’t even get past thinking about the first time, let alone the next time.
He growled and tossed his shirt on the floor, not caring where it landed.
I stared at his chest. I’d seen it before, but man, not that close up. Holy shit, talk about perfect. I wanted to sink my teeth into his hard pecs, lick his bulging biceps and trail kisses all along his tattoo. Then I wanted to trace the ridged lines of his ripped abdomen with my tongue and follow that intriguing trail of fine, dark hair from his belly button down...way down to see exactly where it ended. I bit my lip as he lowered the zipper on his pants.
“Angel, I’m warning you.”
“What? What did I do wrong?”
“You need to stop looking at me like you want to eat me alive.”
“Well, if you didn’t want me to look, you shouldn’t look so damn hot.”
That slow, sexy grin appeared on his face again. “You like my body, do you?”
Oh, God, how embarrassing. But there was no way I could deny it. “I’ve always liked your body, Zane. Always. ” I’d never admitted I was in love with his sexy body from the very first time I met him at the Brunetti mansion all those years ago.
His pants hit the floor and he was buck-arse naked. My gaze zeroed in on his groin and my heart rate quadrupled. “Umm. Wow. Did it grow? Because it looks bigger.”
Shit! I can’t believe I just said that to him.
He roared with laughter. “It all started from the moment I laid eyes on you tonight. Then once I started kissing your sweet pussy, it made my cock grow even bigger and harder, just for you, angel.”
I managed to meet his eyes. “So that is the next step right? You put that big, hard thing up my—”
Zane’s mouth cut off my additional comment. He fiddled with my clothes and I heard my skirt hit the floor. He released my mouth long enough to say, “Lift,” and yanked my T-shirt over my head. He snapped my bra open and slid it off my arms then walked me to the bed until the backs of my knees hit the mattress.
His hands kneaded my breasts and then his hot mouth enclosed over one of my nipples. I let out a squeal of delight; his mouth was so hot and it felt so good.
“I want to fuck you fast and get this first time out of the way so I can fuck you slow next time. Then fast the time after that. Then slow. I want to fuck you so many times in so many ways that you won’t be able to sit on your office chair for a goddamn week.”
Liquid heat pooled between my thighs, my pulse pounded and every part of me which wasn’t touching him ached. “Zane—”
“Get on the bed. I want you in the middle.”
I scooted back on my elbows until my neck brushed the pillows. The cotton sheets were cool beneath my feverish skin. He stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself and looking at me with an intense desire in his eyes. I was scared, but I was dying to taste him. I had never done that to a man before but I had read enough books and magazines to understand what to do. He stared at me and all I wanted was to tell him to hurry up; tell him I was scared and to go slow. When he crawled across the mattress, stalking me with his big body and sensuous eyes, I knew I’d made the right decision by waiting for Zane to introduce me and teach me everything he knows about sex.