“I’m supposed to give you a striptease.” She slightly pouted.
I bit back a laugh. “Says who?”
She shrugged. “That was the plan for tonight.” She stated as she leaned into my lap and straddled me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pressed her forehead down to mine. “But all I want is for you to pull me in close to you, kiss me, love me, and hold me.” She brought a hand around and grabbed my face, lifting my chin, our lips mere inches away. “It’s just you and I, always. When you touch me, there’s no one else in this world. No one. It’s just us.” I knew that she was drunk, but Mia’s declaration tugged at my chest. I loved that woman more than anything, and to hear that she felt the same way about me triggered an emotion stronger than I’d ever felt for her, if that was even possible.
Her eyes flashed toward my mouth. She puckered her lips and lightly kissed me. “Make love to me, Marcus. Make me forget where we are.” She whispered against my lips. I groaned at her request and opened my mouth, allowing her access as she drove her tongue right in. I savored every bit of her taste as she thrust her tongue deeper with a slight moan. I couldn’t help the growl that escaped at the scent of her perfume, the feel of the tug as she gripped into my hair, and the way her body molded into mine—as if we were meant for one another in every way possible.
Breathless, she pulled away from the kiss. I tried to catch my breath as she stood in front of me and slowly pulled on the strings of her robe, allowing the thin fabric to fall on the floor, revealing the most perfect naked body. I stood to face her and looked down at what was mine. She was mine. Mia wasn’t afraid to let go. She wanted to be taken, to be possessed, to lose all control, and I did that for her.
Mia shut her eyes as I ran my fingers up her arm, twirled them around her shoulder, and made my way toward her collarbone. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pulled her in and crushed my lips against hers. She weakened in my arms. Still kissing, we slowly made our way toward the edge of the bed; I guided her as she stepped back. Once we reached the bed, she tossed herself on top of the mattress.
Admiring her once again, I slightly hovered over her as she leaned up, bringing her lips back to mine. Our tongues twirled and twisted into another passionate and scorching kiss. Then something came over her: Mia pushed me aside, forcing me to lie on my back. There was a burning desire in her eyes as she traced her tongue down my torso and toward my groin. She pulled my briefs off, and my lips slightly parted as she grabbed me and slowly jerked her hand up and down my length.
Wetting her lips, she dragged her teeth along her bottom lip, and then she glanced up at me one last time. She then traced her tongue around the tip of my cock. Fuck. I tossed my head back as soon as she sucked and took me in her mouth. In consistent strokes, she continued to work her way up and down, topping it off with a flick of her tongue, and then sucked me in again. The pleasure was uncontrollable. “Fuck, Mia.” I gripped the back of her head and forced myself deeper in her mouth. She moaned and began jerking her head at a faster pace.
“Mia, I’m ’bout to fuckin’ explode.” She ignored me and continued with her strokes. I felt it coming, so I gripped her head with both hands and forced her down on me again and again. I throbbed inside her mouth, and she let out loud moans that forced the pressure to build in me. With each glide up and down my cock, she tightened her grip around me again and again until I couldn’t take it anymore.
Slamming my head back into the mattress, I groaned as I released the building pressure. After a few seconds, Mia lifted her head and climbed her way on of top me. I tried to turn over so that I could exchange the favor, but she stopped me. “No, I want this to be for you.” Puzzled, I rose on my elbows but sank back down the moment she slid me into her. She caught my wrist and brought my hands to her breasts. I traced my fingers along her hardened nipples. Mia tossed her head back and began rotating her hips in slow motions.
I’d never seen her like that. It was as if she wanted to get lost in herself, in us. It was also a fucking turn on. Leaning up, I took her breast in my mouth and sucked on her nipple. Mia gasped as she picked up pace, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and lifted herself, tightening her walls around my cock and slamming back down. Fuck. She continued doing it over and over again, until her eyes rolled with pleasure. She slammed her mouth into mine and sucked on my tongue.
Not able to take it anymore, I needed to be in control. I rolled us over so that I was on top and pounded my hips into hers. “Oh, God.” She cried out and continued to whimper as I kept pounding into her. Her mouth opened in anticipation as she began to pant heavily. “Marcus.” She called out my name as she dug her nails into my shoulders. Her nipples peaked with desire, and I sucked one into my mouth again, twirling my tongue around, tugging with my teeth. Her body arched into mine. She cried my name out again and it made me insane. I drove my hips into hers profusely, until neither of us could take it. Before I knew it, her body convulsed beneath me. I tightened my grip on her hips and jerked my hips into hers a few more times until I released hard and long for the second time.
Breathless, I sank on top of her as I left kisses along her lips. With worn-out eyes, Mia smiled and rolled her head side to side in pleasure. I adjusted us so that she was lying beside me under my arm. We lay in silence as our breathing and heartbeats steadied. I traced my fingers up and down Mia’s arm, and before I knew it, she was sound asleep.
***
I abruptly awoke from a dream. Sitting up, I tried to collect my thoughts. I couldn’t remember the damn dream, yet I woke with my heart racing and my skin beaded in sweat. Frustrated, I stood from my bed and headed toward the bathroom. I rinsed my face with cold water and took a quick glance in the mirror. I couldn’t help the uneasiness I felt from the mysterious forgotten dream. I shook it from my head and decided to grab a water bottle from the fridge.
As I entered the kitchen, I froze when I saw my mother at the table, her head slouched as she sniffed and whispered into the phone. “I told you no. You can’t do this to me. You need to leave it alone. If either of my boys find out . . .” She shook her head as she sniffed a few more times. I stepped in closer and she looked up. Her eyes widened. She didn’t say another word. Instead, she ended the call, hanging up on whoever was on the other line.
“What was that about?” I asked sternly.
Swallowing a lump from her throat, she rose from the chair. “Marcus, what are you doing up?”