Page 23 of Cuffed By Love

I lick my lips, staring down into her eyes, glittering like pools of liquid honey. “You can give me a massage…” I suggest smiling, “You could make me something to eat ‘cause I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.” She responds breathily, and I nod.

“This is true, or…” I brush my nose over hers, my thumb stroking her wrists, just over her pulse point.

“Or?” Mira intones, wetting her lips.

“You give me a kiss.”

“A kiss?” She whispers, smile fading, and her eyes flicker down to my mouth before they lift to mine again.

“A kiss. The courteous way one would thank her gallant hero for saving her life.” I denote coquettishly, and she blinks.

“My life was never really in danger. Therefore, I was in no need of saving.”

“You were still a damsel in distress, were you not?” Mira smiles a little and nods in response to my question. “I showed up to protect you, did I not?”

“You did.”

“Then I ought to get a kiss from the princess as a reward for my gallantness,” I state smugly, and she looks up at me thoughtfully.

“What happened to the seven other options. You said you had ten different ways I could thank you, but you only listed three of them.” Mira questions, and I grin, leaning down closer to her ear.

“I would tell you, Tinks, but I don’t think your virtuous self is ready to hear of such things,” I whisper in her ear, deliberately brushing my lips against the shell of her ear as I spoke to her, which she responds to with a delightful, breathy gasp. I draw back and look down into her face. Fuck, she’s beautiful. “Do you want to know?” I question calmly, and she stares up at me. I can see the curiosity burning deep in her eyes. Mira bites her bottom lip and nods faintly. If I tell her the lewd thoughts I have of the things I think about doing with her…to her, we’ll cross so far over the boundaries of our friendship there would be no going back. Not after this and most definitely not for me.

My mouth suddenly goes dry, and I can hear myself swallow while I stare into her wide eyes. The sound of the rain tapping on the window, the occasional rumble of the thunder and her slow, shallow breathing are the only sounds I can focus on as I shift, lacing my fingers with hers. Mira doesn’t move, but her fingers close over mine whilst we stare fixedly at one another. Our playful mood moments before quickly diminishes and becomes tense.

“Number four,” I whisper, pushing her legs apart and settling myself between them. “You could let me slip you out of these shorts and taste you.” Mira wets her lips, her breathing quickening.

“T-taste me?” She breathes. Her eyes are wary, cheeks rosy, and lips parted. I can’t control the hasty thrashing of my heart. This is a first for me just as much as it is for her.

“Mhm,” I stare at her lips avidly, “Taste the lips between your legs.” I nearly moan at the very thought of my tongue gliding through her pussy lips. “I’ll bet my life that you taste so fucking good.” I rasp, brushing my nose along her jaw.

“Dev…” Mira whispers, her fingers tighten around mine, and I feel my dick twitch in my grey jogging bottoms upon hearing her say my name like that.

“Have you ever had an orgasm, Tinks?” I ask, ghosting my lips over hers. Mira’s eyes flutter open, and she gapes at me, red-faced. I can feel the heat of her body rising against mine, and my dick grows harder, pressed up against her thigh, and it’s taking every bit of self-control I have not to grind myself against her.

“No,” Mira admits averting her gaze from mine.

“Never?” It was my turn to gape at her, utterly astonished. “You’ve never touched yourself?” She goes crimson at my question, and her eyes grow larger. Fuck my life. I jack off every fucking day to the very image of her getting herself off thinking about me.

“Devin…”

I press my forehead to hers and bite down on my lip hard. “Fuck Mira.” I groan lowly before I drawback once I get my thoughts into some form of coherent order and peer down into her gorgeous face.

“Have you?” She queries timidly, and I nod.

“Had an orgasm? Yes, through masturbation, not sex.” I admit truthfully, and she bites down on her bottom lip timidly.

“So you’re still…”

“A virgin? I am. There has never been anyone that I’ve fancied enough to want to have sex with...until recently.”

Mira blinks up at me curiously, “Oh?”

Our eyes lock. “Until our kiss,” I profess. “It’s only ever been you, Tinks.” Mira doesn’t say anything. She only gazes up at me in bewilderment until I brush my fingers down the side of her face and her eyes close. “I’ve wanted to kiss you so many times since that day,” I whisper, brushing my lips over hers. “And I’m dying to kiss you right now.” I let my lips linger just over hers, patiently waiting, allowing her to make the next move. The warmth of her breath on my lips was driving me crazy. Mira curls her fingers around my chain, tilts her head up and presses her lips to mine. I can’t suppress the moan that escapes me or the excitement simmering someplace deep inside. Our lips glide over one another tenderly. I brush her lips apart with my own and lick along her bottom lip, coaxing her to part her lips and let me taste her—which she does, her tongue timorously caresses my own, and I suck it, making her moan breathily.

Mira’s arms circle my neck, and our kiss deepens and becomes more heated. I let my hands wander over her perfect body. It feels like one of my dreams, and I’m afraid I’ll wake up alone in my bed like most nights.

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