Page 40 of Cursed Luck
Her answering whimper made him grin with pride. “Wow…”
Taking himself in hand, he watched her in the small rectangle as he ran his palm up and down his shaft. “I know we’re trying to take things slow, but, Mia, I’m dying to bury this deep inside you.”
She flipped her camera too, and he froze when she pulled the sheets off the rest of her body. Her mound had a small landing strip, directing his gaze farther down. He damned the phone, wishing he were there to get a better look at all of Mia.
“Don’t stop touching yourself,” she demanded as her hand slid along her mound and between her thighs.
He was dreaming. It was the only clear explanation for what was happening. They had shared a scorching kiss earlier, and his mind was putting together the next step it wanted to go. If her tits were half as delicious as his fantasy, he would be the luckiest man.
“I wish I could see your fingers disappearing.” He breathed heavily, the artery at his throat pounding with blood still flowing above his waist.
On command, Mia lowered the camera, and before he could point out how dark it was, she flipped on the flashlight. His balls tightened at the sight of two fingers dipping inside her pussy and running the juices onto her engorged clit.
Neither spoke as they each became lost in watching the other and the sensations building in their bodies. Little moans slipped from her, and he knew he was on the brink of exploding. Guttural sounds escaped her lips, and her fingers moved furiously over her bud of nerves.
“Turn the camera around, baby. I want to see your face,” he demanded, his strokes becoming erratic.
He caught her eyes a split second before her teeth dug into her lower lip, and her head fell back. Her skin was covered in a thin sheet of perspiration, and before he was prepared, his toes curled.“Fuck…”he groaned as come landed on his stomach in long, sticky ribbons.
When he opened his eyes, he turned the camera toward him and found her glazed eyes staring back. “I didn’t expect that at all… I am awake, right?”
Mia giggled, a timid smile shining back. “If you’re not, then we’re both having a hot-as-fuck dream.”
He laughed. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you curse.”
She shrugged and pulled the sheet under her arms, covering his view of her magnificent body. “I curse, just not often.”
He almost asked what had spurred their phone sex session, but he was not going to take the chance she would clam up. “I’ve always found you beautiful…”
“But?” she asked with a challenging tone.
Edward chuckled before looking into the camera very seriously. “But now that I’ve seen all of you and watched you climax, I realize I underestimated the full extent of your physical beauty.”
“My physical beauty?”
He nodded. “There are plenty of people who are good looking on the outside—that’s their physical beauty—but are seriously lacking on their inner beauty. You? You have both.”
Her smile filled her face, and his chest expanded at the sight. The woman had dug her way in without even trying. He was beginning to understand why his siblings and parents had fallen so hard and fast.
Chapter 18
Mia slid the maxi dress over her head and pushed her hair from her face. She did not bother lying by saying she dressed for herself. It was only partly true. Edward was due to arrive this evening, and he had promised to come by as soon as he made it back to town.
He had only been gone two days, but it felt an eternity. She still could not believe she had been so forward with him that first night. Phone sex was not uncommon for her. She had fun with it in the past but not quite so soon in a relationship.
It had been a wonderful way to connect with him without unleashing the bond that was soon to form. She could not deny her sexual need for him anymore. Bond or no bond, she needed to take him to bed. The intimacy of sex called to her.
She was no stranger to sex and always enjoyed the act with previous partners. Sometimes, she had wanted it more than they had. Mia believed her affinity of earth was to blame. If the purest reason for sexual intercourse was to procreate, then it was only natural she was eager for the act. She called on earth daily to help to create beautiful masterpieces, not only because she wanted to but she was driven to do it.
Setting aside her deep thoughts, she grabbed a pair of flat thong sandals and her things before skipping down the stairs. After putting them away, she went through her opening ritual.
Her day dragged as she helped her customers with their floral needs. Checking the time every five minutes had not helped the first half of the day, so she hid her phone at the bottom of a drawer.
“I need to cook,” she muttered to herself two hours before closing. Her nerves and excitement had taken a turn for the worse about an hour prior. Cooking always soothed her in the way running could clear one’s mind.
She debated for the next fifteen minutes on the pros and cons of closing early. Business was booming, so if she closed, she was sure to miss a few customers. If she remained open in her state, she was sure to drive them away with her flighty behavior. After another five minutes, she decided to close and took her time doing it to give any customers the opportunity to stop by before she locked the door.
In the end, she closed an hour early. Mia slid on her sandals and grabbed her wallet before shutting off the lights. There was a corner market down the street where she could pick up a few things for dinner. She reached for her phone in her dress pocket and realized it still lay covered in a drawer in the shop.
