Page 94 of The Only Heart that Matters

Another tear falls. “Same. But tomorrow, okay?”

“Please.” He wipes away my tear. “I want to do the right thing here, and something’s upset you. Talk to me.”

I’m not upset, I’m devastated. Because you won’t want me come the light of day.

Shaking my head slowly, I stand my ground. “I promise to listen to whatever you have to say tomorrow.”

Not allowing him to protest any further, I lift to my toes and kiss him. His hands land on my hips, all protests gone. What starts as slow and gentle, is deepened by him. Our tongues dancetogether and his hands on my hips pull me against him. His erection begs for attention I’m dying to give him.

Pulling away, I only put enough distance between us for me to pull his shirt over his head and slide his gray sweatpants down as I follow them to the floor. As much as I love Angus in a pair of tight jeans and boots, you won’t hear me complaining that he’s barefoot before me, thankfully going commando under his sweats, providing me easy access.

“What are you doing?” he asks, gloriously naked and all mine for the taking.

In reply I slide my hands up his muscular thighs to his hips. With the bed right behind him, I give him a little push and he understands what I want. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, while I unabashedly take him in.

Tonight, I will make a point of memorizing every inch of his body I may have missed the last time we were together. Every intricate tattoo covering his olive complexion and taut muscles.

“Baby, you don’t need to do this.”

I don’t want to talk. I just want to feel. Taste. To tattoo this night onto my heart.

So, I don’t reply with words. Instead, I show him how I feel with actions. Dropping my gaze, I watch as my hand strokes down his thick length until the first bead of pre-cum glistens from his tip. I stop to lick it off. Only now do I dare to look at him. He’s gaping at me in awe, so I make a show of licking around his head while my hand continues to stroke him.

Hissing through gritted teeth, he tries to stop me again. “Mia, this is fucking hot, but you don’t need to?—”

With my eyes still locked on his, I silence him by taking him into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” is all he says as I take him over and over, my eyes watering from his size.

One of his hands glides through my hair and holds on for dear life. He’s not directing the rhythm, he’s just holding on. My eyes had drifted shut, but the light sting of his hand in my hair has me opening them. I’m met with a look on his face so feral it nearly brings me to orgasm. Watching him watch me turns me on. My need to come is overwhelming as my center throbs. Without thinking, my hand slips down my pants as I desperately seek release.

“Fuck, baby. You know I love to watch you touch yourself, but tonight all your orgasms are going to come from me. You won’t be using your hand when you can ride mine. Got it?”

I moan around his cock, and the vibration makes him grit his teeth.

“Give me your hand,” he growls.

Pulling my hand from my pants, I present it to him, glistening with proof of how turned on I am. He stuffs my fingers into his mouth and sucks my wetness from my fingers, causing me to moan again.

“Fuck, Mia. I’m gonna come if you keep doing that. You sure you want that so soon?”

“Hmm, hmmm,” I groan around him.

I’m not worried about him coming already. Experience tells me he’ll make me come several times and then be ready again. This man has the stamina of a fictional book boyfriend.

“One last time, Mia. You sure?”

Taking my hand away from him I tug on his balls, giving him his answer. The tension in my hair increases and his abs flex as his body grows stiff. He moans my name, releasing my hand so he can fist the sheets as he throws his head back and comes down my throat.

Rising to my feet, I blatantly take inventory of him. He’s spread out before me, post orgasm, his broad chest rising and falling from exertion. The V of his muscles acts as a flashingneon light, directing my attention to the heavy cock resting between his thick thighs.

He is a masterpiece.

“You like what you see?”

I nod. Still afraid to speak.

“I’m glad because I’m all yours, Mia. You know that, right?”

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