Page 18 of Miles & Mistletoe

“I need to taste both sets of your lips tonight.”

I didn’t have time to respond when Ian merely pushed the seam of my panties to the side, pressed my knees farther apart, and lowered his entire body so that his mouth was able to make contact with my screaming sex. Ian was a magician. I knew it in that moment. No one without any specialized magician skills should be able to grant that type of pleasure, so soundly and so quickly. I was convinced.

I tossed my head back against the pillows, pounding on the mattress with my tightly clenched fists and murmuring words that weren’t coherent in any language, let alone English. My toes curled as my heels dug into the mattress yet again. Ian used two of his fingers to part my folds, and then ran his tongue up and down the entirety of my sex, before completely covering my clitoris. When he did all of the air flew out of my lungs, my back arched off the bed, and my thighs tightened around his head. I couldn’t possibly be having another orgasm so soon.

As soon as it formed in my head, it was like Ian could read my thoughts because his tongue moved feverishly against my body, pulling a second orgasm from me. My mouth parted on a silent scream and my entire body was flooded with the sensations of my explosion. That orgasm took a second for me to come down from, and when I did, I looked up to Ian, staring down at me with promise in his singular eye.

“Having fun?” It was a question but no answer was expected. I knew as much when he quickly lowered his lips to mine, stealing any answer I might’ve had. I tasted myself on his lips and it only made me hunger for more. Thankfully, Ian was quick to deliver when he moved to lower his briefs, breaking the kiss. My stomach squeezed at the sight of his length as he spilled out of the boxer briefs. I wasn’t granted much time, however, as Ian moved quickly, covering himself with the condom and then positioning himself between my legs.

He lowered his lips to mine and I raised my head. At the same time his tongue breached my mouth, his wide cock entered my core.

“Holy fuck!” I inadvertently cursed against his lips. Ian’s cock was stretching me more than I could ever remember being stretched before. His deep chuckle against my lips garnered another round of shivers from my body. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, needing the weight of his body against mine to steady myself.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted against my lips once he completely pushed inside of me.

“I-Ian,” I stuttered, at a loss for anything else to say.

“Hold on, Stacia.” It was a warning and a promise, all at once.

When he began moving his hips, plummeting in and out of me, I no longer questioned what the warning was about. My mouth flapped open, but no sound came out, as he plundered my body. I raised my hips to meet his, and without much instruction on either of our parts, our bodies fell into a symbiotic rhythm. It was a dance that was as old as time, but only two people who had somehow stumbled upon finding their perfect match could perform with such accuracy.

“Ian!” I called out when he raised my leg over his shoulder, allowing himself to move inside of me even deeper. I began to gasp for air when I felt his cock making contact with the particularly sensitive nerves inside of my canal. The sacred G-spot, that very few men I’d known had been able to find. Of course, Ian not only found it on his first try but played it like a fiddle he’d known for years.

“Ian, come with me!” I yelled out, wanting to see him orgasm as well because I was nearing my third.

His response was a grunt of approval just before lowering his lips to mine. We both came with our lips smacking against one another, gasping for air and in a frenzy. I clenched Ian’s body tightly as my third orgasm washed over me. Ian held onto me just as firmly … no, even tighter as he buried his head in between my neck and shoulder.

It felt like forever coming down from that release. I was spent, sweaty, and completely satiated.

“Safe to say I was completely wrong about you being a selfish lover,” I said once I finally caught my breath.

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Ian

“Where the hell are you going?” For the first time in my life, the sight of a woman getting out of bed and walking away from me after sex just didn’t sit well with me. That was why I’d ignored Stacia’s last comment and demanded to know where she was going.

She turned to peer at me over her right shoulder after she’d donned a short, light blue silk robe. “To get us some water. I don’t know about you but I could use something to drink after that.”

I watched her quietly as she slipped out of the door. I sat up against the dark grey headboard of her bed, finally taking the time to observe my surroundings. Her bedroom was small, the centerpiece of which was the large, queen-sized, low sitting bed I was relaxing in at the moment. She’d decorated the room in an array of silvers and greys. The two nightstands at either side of the bed were mirrored, and directly opposite the bed were four sliding glass doors to a large walk-in closet. Each of the doors were lined with mirrors, allowing me to see myself perfectly.

I’d have to keep the mirrors in mind for round two. Just as that thought came to mind, a buzzing sound started and I immediately recognized the sound of a ringing cell phone. Bending over the side of the bed, I reached for my pants that laid on the floor, fumbling for the phone in my pocket. Pulling out my cell I grunted and tossed the phone onto the nightstand, not caring to answer the caller on the other end.

“That might be important.”

I turned to face the door and was stunned to see Stacia entering holding a tray that not only held two glasses of water, but cheese, crackers, and fruit.

“I thought you were just getting water.”

She shrugged at the same time I reached for the tray so that she could easily climb back in bed.

“Figured you might be hungry, too. You didn’t eat much at dinner.”

I raised an eyebrow. “It was a business dinner.”

“So that means you can’t eat?”

“That means the focus was business not food.”

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