I’ve been simmering on a low heat all night and practically vibrating under his constant stare since dinner ended and he released me to his mother for some girl time.
Call me crazy, but having this man look at me all night as if he’s starving for only me is not easy to ignore, and now that I feel safe and okay with the universe again, I want to just jump into this thing with both feet and see where it’ll take me.
We finally get upstairs and he closes the door.
“You smell so good, babe. You always smell so good,” he growls, making me squirm when his face presses against my neck and I hear him inhale the scent of my skin.
The intensity of the longing I feel from that one action is so much more than I felt even when Nick tried to pleasure me that I feel off-balance in under three seconds flat.
Miah Lane is sex on legs and dangerous to my equilibrium. He’s doing nothing more than smelling my neck and I’m ready to rip all my clothes off so I can feel his hard, smooth skin pressed against mine.
I’m about to do just that when he lifts his head and stares down at me intently.
“You have no idea how much I want you, babe. No idea at all. But I won’t take you yet, not till you’re ready.”
“Miah.”
“I want to take you under me and spend the whole night kissing you, though. Will you let me do that, Clari? Will you be a wild teenager with me and neck till we’re out of breath?” he growls, making my nipples bead at the thought of his mouth on mine all night.
I’ve never necked with a guy, not even in those first months when Nick and I dated before going all the way. To him, it was a waste of time fooling around. He wanted to get to know each other, and then he decided that we should just go all the way.
With Miah, I feel no pressure, and believe me, I know how strange that sounds considering the man moved me into his house not twenty-four hours after informing me that he’s ready to give in and wants to date me.
“Clari? Babe, if I’m taking things too fast—”
“Shut up and kiss me, Miah,” I cut in, grabbing on to his hair and pulling his mouth down to mine in a show of lust and confidence I’ve never felt in the bedroom.
His mouth hits mine and he takes over the kiss I initiated, his strong arms wrapping around me and lifting me up into his body as his tongue hits my lips and pushes in. This time he’s not asking for entry but taking what he wants, and the pleasure is so intense that when he wraps my legs around his hips and presses his sex to mine, I whimper.
We kiss for the longest time, just two mouths exploring and clashing as he slowly rubs against my moistening sex in slow circles.
I’m not innocent of what an orgasm feels like. Nick may not have hit that spot for me in all our time together, but I’ve masturbated enough to know that the tingling rush sending shockwaves up my legs and into my spine are precursors to a climax that will likely turn my brain to mush.
“Oh, oh.” That’s all I can say when he pulls his mouth away and looks down at me, his eyes a molten show of swirling blues and blacks.
“You feel that, Clari?”
How can I not? He’s positioned his erection right over my sweet spot and is torturing me with slow grinding rubs that feel so good, it’s a struggle not to let my eyes cross as I tense and push back into him, needing more friction, just more…
I’m a gasping, moaning mess of lust and unfulfilled need by the time I feel him moving and then the mattress against my back. Miah never breaks contact with me and seals our mouths again as he starts up a thrusting rhythm that has my toes curling and my back bowing as the pleasure intensifies to the pint of pain.
I’m wet, wetter than I’ve ever been, and so empty inside that I want to scream at him to just make love to me and to hell with necking and all that other fun stuff.
I want to know that it’ll feel like to have his big organ inside me, because if this feels so good I know that full sex with Miah will be phenomenal.
“Jesus, babe, you taste so good,” he wheezes, pressing closer to my core.
After a few more grinding thrusts, I feel myself stiffen and seize up beneath him a second before my orgasm detonates and spasms of the purest pleasure rock through my twitching sex.
My orgasm must turn him on or something, because he stiffens above me with a growl and a groan that is wrenched from his soul before I feel a wet heat seep from his jeans into the silky fabric of my underwear.
We’re both breathing heavily and shaking when he raises his head and kisses me softly before rolling to his feet and pulling me up on my shaking legs.
“Bath and then bed, or I swear to God I’ll do something we’ll both regret.”
I wish he would but say nothing and allow him to strip me and pull me beneath the warm spray. He washes me and towels me dry before pulling a shirt over my head and placing me between the sheets.