Page 31 of Fated Shot

Her breath hitches as she stares into my eyes. I can finally place it; there’s a wanting, a hunger, desperation. She wordlessly but purposefully shakes her head no.

My pulse quickens, the moment drawing all the excitement in the room. Fuck it.

“Can I kiss you?”

The tiny but certain nod she gives me is all it takes. I sit up slowly, leaning in to cup her face between my hands as I touch her lips to mine. It’s even more incredible than I remembered, her pillowy lips sending a current of excitement through my entire body. It’s gentle and innocent, and I slowly break away, fully satisfied.

I learned my lesson. Slow and steady is the way to go, and I’ll give her whatever she needs.

She sighs the moment we part, eyes only slowly reopening as we just stare at each other. There’s just a light flush of her cheeks, barely dark enough to cover the freckles lining her face. I smile as she opens her mouth ever so slightly.

She surprises me by leaning in again, looking between my lips and my eyes as she closes the distance. It’s bliss as I inhale her scent, fruity and sweet. I’m dying to pull her closer, but I match her tempo and let her take the lead.

When we break for a second time, her pupils are dilated as she lowers her lips to my ear, “I need more.”

The three words send a ripple of energy straight to my dick. A hesitancy dances across her face, but with a quick breath like she’s working up the courage, she straddles me, and I groan in approval as she works her hands into my hair.

“Tell me what you need,” I command, using every ounce of restraint to control myself.

“You,” she says as she swirls her hips, grinding down over me. I immediately lean forward, pulling her onto my chest. She lands on me, squished against my body, concern in her eyes. “Doesn’t this hurt?”

I shake my head and cut off any follow-ups with my mouth on hers. Because yes, it fucking hurts, but I’ll be damned if I let that stop this. Her thighs straddle either side of my lap, her hair wild, and a look on her face that I’ve decided I’ll never getenough of. Fuck me, this is everything I’m going to be dreaming about for months.

When I slip my tongue in her parted lips, she moans, hungrier than I’ve ever heard her. She angles her head in response, deepening our kiss. I grab onto her ass cheeks over her jeans as she continues to swirl around on my lap, causing a whimper to escape her lips. As a result, she grinds down even harder on me, searching for added friction. I’m not going to last if she keeps this up, and I’d rather not come in my pants our first time together.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I whisper between breaths. I half expect her to oppose, and I’d die a happy man even if she decided to walk out right now. Instead, I watch as she stands up, grabs my hand, and leads me up the staircase.

Her ass is in my face, and even in her jeans, it’s jiggling with every step, making me strain that much harder in my sweats. When we make it up, she turns and sits on the bed facing me, face flushing as a quiet giggle escapes when she sees the result of all her wiggling around.

“See what you did, Mia,” I say, looking down at my erection. I lean forward, face inches from hers, resting my hands flat on the bed on either side of her hips. “You drive me wild.”

I see something ignite in her eyes at my words. But her nervousness returns as she looks up at me, innocent eyes wide like she’s waiting for instruction. Fuck, I’ll take the lead any day.

“This stops at any time. You’re in control, do you understand?”

She nods, head slowly rising again to meet mine. “Good girl.”

I crash my body on hers, and to my astonishment, she meets me with an energy more frantic than my own. She wants this; I feel it, and it’s imploding my brain one kiss at a time. I slip under her Tundra t-shirt as I drag my hands up her waist, callusedfingers grazing up over her soft stomach. She shivers as my fingertips trace across her skin.

I’m contemplating pulling up her shirt, but I’m trying to hold myself back from pushing too far.

As if she’s reading my mind, though, she sits up, grabbing the hem. She pulls it over her head and throws it over the side of the bed without a second thought.I’m dead. I’ve died.

I blink twice, staring at the black lace bra pushing up her already perfect tits. A garbled roar rips out of the back of my throat as she leans forward, lacing her hands around my neck and pulling me back on top of her. It’s a flurry as we connect again.

I swallow her moans as my dick rubs against her stomach. Moving my kisses down, I’m not willing to leave a single spot of her body free from my touch. I drop my tongue to the base of her ear and glide it over the side of her throat, tasting the sweetness of her skin. Marking a trail down her stomach, I don’t stop until I’m hovering below her belly button.

Her hands fly to her stomach, covering herself, but I rip them away, holding her wrists on either side of her body.

“I-I probably look a little different than what you’re used to.”

Couldn’t be more true. No one I’ve ever been with has come even close to the girl in front of me.

“You’re right, you’re fucking spectacular.”

Her perma-blush deepens, creeping its way to flush her chest. I hear a shuddering, heavy breath and realize it’s my own. Fuck, I’m nervous. Thoughts are rushing so quickly in my mind that I can barely function. My hands are practically trembling as I unbutton her jeans. This very moment has been consuming my every fantasy. I sit back on my calves as I watch her jump in, dragging them down over her thighs. She shimmies them off, exposing a matching lace thong.

A pulse crashes through my body the moment I look down at her and take it all in. Mia is lying on my bed, in a matching black set, with endless curves, soft body, ready and waiting for me.Shit.

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