Page 28 of Muse (Fighting Fate)

When we finished, I scooped her back up and ran her to her room. I knew she’d get a kick out of it, but I was really just in a hurry to get her into bed. Thankfully, the teddy bear’s picnic book was a short one, so I sang her a little lullaby and tucked her in before shutting off the light and closing her door.

Back in my room, I did a quick clean up, picking up my dirty clothes and making sure the bed was neat-ish. Once I was satisfied it was acceptable, I went to my bedside draw to get a condom ready. The box seemed to be getting a bit low, so I made a mental note to get some more the next time I was out.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. For some reason I was nervous. Mia was so different to any other girl I’d been with, I never knew what to expect. What we’d shared the night before just blew my mind. Everything she did fascinated me and turned me on to the point of being fucking painful.

But not only was she different to any other girl I’d known, she was different to the girl she showed everyone else. It was like she had this need when we were in bed together. Something that just took her over and made her drop all her walls, exposing the real girl that hid inside. That was what my song was about. That was the story the lyrics told. They weren’t complete yet, because I was still uncovering her layers, but for whatever fucked up reason, I wanted to be the one to do it.

Checking the time and seeing it was already ten to eight, I went and checked on Ruby, breathing a sigh of relief when I found her fast asleep. God she was an easy kid.

To kill time, I brushed my teeth and put some soft music on the stereo. It wasn’t really for mood setting like on some corny movie. More so for a bit of background noise so she wouldn’t feel the need to repress those adorable little moaning sounds she made when she was climaxing. I loved those fucking sounds, and I’d do anything to ensure I would hear them every time I was with her.

By ten past eight I was pacing and panicking that she’d changed her mind and had decided not to come. I thought about texting her before I realized I was acting like a fucking pussy and forced myself to put my phone away. After about the tenth time of looking at the clock in the space of two minutes, I was about to admit defeat and text her anyway, but was put out of my misery by a soft knock on the front door.

I exhaled heavily before opening it, and when I saw her standing there, her hair all loose and falling down over her shoulders, looking like fucking walking sex, I snapped. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her inside, closing and locking the door before practically dragging her to my room. I closed and locked that door too, then pulled her hard against me and kissed her.

When we finally pulled apart, I smiled. “Hi.”

She smiled back shyly. “Hi,” she whispered.

“I’m glad you came.”

One side of her mouth twitched up into a lopsided grin. “Yeah, I got that.”

She kicked off her shoes, then took off her jacket and threw it over my desk chair, revealing a light blue sundress kind of thing. It was all loose and flowy, but hinted subtly at those fucking amazing curves I knew she had.

When she looked back up at me, my heart almost stopped. I’d never seen her eyes look so vibrant. They were flickering so wildly, like the intense blue flames of a fire, and when they glanced down at my mouth and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, I was a goner.

I reached out and cupped her face with my hands and kissed her deep, plunging my tongue into her mouth and exploring the taste of her. She moaned softly and started tugging my shirt upwards. When it was off, I reached for the hem of her dress and did the same. The second I got it over her head, I froze.

“Holy fucking mother of god.” I stared at her standing naked before me. “You’re not wearing any underwear,” I choked. Good fucking work, Captain Obvious.

I swallowed hard. I fucking loved her body. From the slim, sexy line of her neck, and the toned, shapely definition of her collarbones, to the soft, smooth curve of her hips. And her tits, fuck, she had the most amazing tits I’d ever seen. They were all full and round – slightly more than a handful, with the sweetest, pink, little rosebud nipples I’d ever had the pleasure of tasting.

Not able to form any sensible words, I growled and kissed her again, this time more frantic, and started moving backwards. When the backs of my knees hit the bed, I sank down, pulling her along with me so she was straddling my hips.

Mia’s hands were in my hair, tugging gently as we devoured each other hungrily. I cupped her ass in my hands, sliding them over and over the curve of it while she grinded her pussy against my still hidden dick. Fuck. I wasn’t going to be able to make this last. I wanted her too fucking bad. I could tell she was getting worked up by the little noises she was making too.

I slid my hands up her back and over her ribs until I was holding a breast in each hand. She moaned then panted in my mouth as I softly squeezed them and ran my thumbs over her nipples. Moving down over the flat of her toned stomach, I cupped her pussy then slid a finger inside her.

I groaned when I felt how wet she was for me, and I knew I’d reached my limit. Pulling at the waistband of my sweats, I released my hard as fuck dick and grabbed the condom off the bedside table, rolling it on at the speed of light.

Mia didn’t wait. She sank down on me in one swift move. Holy motherfucking shit! I wanted her to wait, give me a minute to calm the fuck down, but she was suddenly riding me like there was no fucking tomorrow.

“Fuck!”

Jesus fucking Christ, she felt good. She threw her head back, gasping for breath as she moved up and down on my dick, her tits rubbing hard against my chest. I kissed and licked down her throat, drowning in the smell and taste of her. Her hands pulled at my hair, forcing my head back so she could claim my mouth in the most erotic kiss I’d ever had.

The closer she came to climaxing, the tighter she clung to me, holding my mouth against hers as she panted and moaned.

“Oh fuck, Mia. I’m going to come!”

She made this little whimpering noise, and then she was squeezing the fuck out of my dick. I came hard, my body practic

ally convulsing from the tremors that were invading it.

When I could finally relax a little, I let my forehead fall against her shoulder as I tried to catch my breath.

I was frightened to move. Frightened to let her go. Each new time we were together, the more my need for her grew. I knew right then that I would do whatever she wanted me to do, be whoever she wanted me to be, if it meant I could keep her with me.

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