Page 50 of Cameron's Contract
She pushed herself up and straddled me. “This is the best way to be in the present moment.” She waved her hand. “The future isn’t going anywhere.”
“Just what are you insinuating, Ms. Lauren?”
She glanced over to the divider.
“He can’t hear us,” I reassured her. “No one can see in. The windows are tinted.”
“I thought that was illegal?”
“We have friends in high places.” I reached below her skirt and slipped a finger between her hip and thong and snapped it off.
She feigned a gasp.
“That was your fault,” I said.
“How?”
“You wore FMBs.”
“You wrote on the box ‘wear me.’”
“Sure that note was for you?”
She crushed her lips to my mouth and swirled her tongue against mine. Her passion alighting my nerves and sent me reeling.
I pulled her closer, kissing with the deepest affection. My hand slid to her sex and I plunged two fingers inside her. My thumb encircled her clit.
Mia rode my hand deliriously.
The scent of her hair, her soft skin brushing against me, her aliveness, and the way her golden locks tussled over her shoulders and breasts—all this soothed me.
She stilled, shuddering against my chest, mewling as she came.
Then fell against me, nestling into my neck.
When Mia finally recovered, she slid down onto the floor between my legs, kneeling before me, reaching for my zipper. She freed me from my pants, my hardness responding to her firm grip that worked me with an insistence I hadn’t realized I needed. At my feet, she provided the kind of affection I could never live without.
She took me in her mouth and this ache in my cock intensified, causing my head to fall back and my mind to lose all thoughts. All I knew was her. Her mouth, her tongue, her perfectly placed hands possessing me.
I’d been so distracted lately I’d hardly treated Mia as my submissive.
Her training had been put on hold during these last few days of chaos. Though my domination of her would always remain a constant, as it should be, she thrived beneath my power, as though knowing I’d always be here for her, helped her find the freedom to make her own way.
I adored her quirkiness, or her obsession with water, or the way she didn’t seem to realize how cruel this world really was. She’d experienced more than her fair share of pain, but forgiveness came easily for her. My sweet, incandescent, Mia.
She used that trick, strumming the under head with flicks and licks, cupping my balls in her delicate hand and squeezing. I reached low and eased my hand beneath her blouse until I’d caught her nipples between my thumb and index fingers and pinched, eliciting a moan that vibrated along my length.
God, how she knew me.
She eased my hands off her. “Relax.”
Who was I to argue?
Resting back, I stared up and went with it, with her, my hips rocking, my balls begging for mercy.
Mia’s beauty was distracting—the way her eyes caught mine, the way she sucked firmer with pouty lips controlling me, taking me all the way to the back of her throat.
“I’m going to come, Mia,” I said huskily.
