Page 25 of Claimed By my Frenemy

I begin to kiss her slowly, tasting her jawline and then her neck.

Mia seems to consider me for a moment, her eyes closed, frozen, as she thinks about things. Then, her hands slip under my shirt, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. I groan at her touch, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through me right to my dick, which is now throbbing with the need to have her.

Taking this so slowly hurts.

“Mia,” I moan her name, my lips moving to her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. She tilts her head back, giving me better access, and I take full advantage, marking a path down her throat with my lips and tongue.

Now, she’s the one who is groaning. Her mouth has fallen open, and her groans send shots of desire through me.

“I want more,” she encourages. “Touch me more.” Her hands are roaming my body, but they’ve slowed just a little, like shecan’t experience the feelings I’m giving her and continue to have control over her own movements.

“Your wish is my command.”

I can feel her trembling against me, and it only fuels my desire. I slide my hands down to her ass, lifting her slightly so she can wrap her legs around my waist. She does so eagerly, and I carry her to the kitchen island, setting her down on the edge.

I’m already kissing her again, my hands roaming over her body. I’m annoyed by the clothing that’s stopping me from touching her fully. She’s wearing a simple tank top and jeans, but I need them gone.

I tug at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, and she lifts her arms to help me. I take a moment to admire her, the way her skin glows in the dim light, the way her chest rises and falls with each breath. She’s beautiful, and I can’t get enough of her.

But more than seeing her, I want to touch her. I want to make her groan more. I want her to shout my name.

I lean in, kissing a trail down her chest, my hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts. She moans softly, arching into my touch, and it drives me wild. I can feel her nipples harden under my palms, even with her bra between us.

I unclasp her bra, and it slides down her arms and onto the floor. Then, I bend forward and take one into my mouth, sucking gently. She gasps, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

“Theo,” she breathes, her voice laced with need. “I want you. Stop teasing me.”

Her words send a rush of heat through me. “I’m not teasing you. Teasing is when you don’t give someone what they want, and I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

Then, I kiss her again, my hands moving to the waistband of her jeans. I fumble with the button, my fingers trembling withanticipation, but I manage to get it undone and slide the zipper down. She lifts her hips, helping me pull the jeans off, and I toss them aside, my eyes raking over her body.

She’s wearing a pair of lacy panties that leave little to the imagination, and the sight of her like this, laid out before me, is almost too much to bear. I slide my hands up her thighs, parting them gently, and she shivers at my touch.

I can see her pink skin trying to emerge through the holes in her lacy panties, and it makes my mouth go dry.

I press a kiss to her inner thigh, then another, working my way up. She moans softly, her hands gripping the edge of the counter, her body trembling with anticipation. I reach the edge of her panties, and I hook my fingers in the waistband, pulling them down and off.

She’s beautiful, and the sight of her like this, exposed and vulnerable, takes my breath away. I kiss her again, my hands exploring her body, and she responds eagerly, her hips moving against mine.

She wants more. I want more.

There’s only one answer for that.

I lift her off the counter, carrying her to the living room, where I lay her down on the couch. She looks up at me, her eyes dark with hunger for me, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have to slow down, to take my time.

Sliding her panties to the floor, I then reach for my own clothes. Mia’s eyes stay on me as I undo my dirty jeans and shove them to the ground.

I run my hand slowly down the length of my dick, and she watches hungrily as I strip off my boxers. My erection springs free, and Mia bites her bottom lip, groaning.

Her voice is soft and straightforward. “I want you now,.” But I’m not ready to give in just yet. I don’t want to just shove myselfinside her and get whatIneed. I want her to get what she needs, too.

Kissing her again, I let my hands roam over her body, and she arches into my touch, her moans filling the room. I slide my hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready, and she gasps at the contact, her hips bucking against my hand.

“Theo, please,” she starts moaning.

I don’t need any more encouragement. I slide my fingers inside her, and she cries out, her body arching off the couch. I move my hand, my thumb finding her clit, and she moans louder, her hands gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer so my dick is rubbing the edge of the couch.

I can feel her getting close, her body trembling with the effort, and I increase my pace, wanting to push her over the edge. She gasps, her body tensing, and then she’s coming, her cries of pleasure filling the room.

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