Page 77 of Regards, Mia

She traces a path across the tattoo that spans my upper chest from collar bone to collar bone.

“So much ink,” she says, trailing her fingers from the scripted letters to the proud eagle etched across my chest. “I want to lick every inch of it.”

My pulse races, sending all my blood south, straight to my dick.

She feels me stiffen, and the corner of her lips curl up in a wicked smile. “I’ve never licked a tattoo before.”

The innocence in her voice makes me itch to touch her, but the warning gleam in her eyes is enough to make hold still as she drags her fingernails lightly down the center of my chest.

My breath comes quicker as bends over me, tracing the path of her fingernails with her tongue. She licks down my chest, flicking and swirling her tongue over every feather of the eagle’s wings, then the center of its body, down to the talons inked above my navel.

The hot glide of her tongue strokes across the tops of the letters visible above my waistband, then pauses while she unfastens my pants and pushes down my briefs.

My dick rises eagerly between us, moisture already beading atthe tip. She gazes up at me, locking her eyes on mine as her tongue darts out to lick me clean.

I suck in a sharp breath as she wraps her hand around the base and squeezes.

“Not tattooed everywhere,” she says, almost to herself. “But still delicious.”

“Fuck.” I grit the word between clenched teeth as she shoves my pants down and climbs on top of me.

The early morning light is a halo behind her. No makeup, hair a little wild, eyes hooded with desire—she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

Except for the goddamn robe. She’s purposefully taunting me by keeping it on, but I let her have her way.

Next time it will be my turn.

She leans down to kiss my mouth, her tongue pushing between my lips. Her hot hand fists my straining dick, pumping it with a slow rhythm that makes my hips jerk off the mattress for more. Faster, then slower, she works me with her hand until the ache of pleasure is almost too much to bear.

She slides forward, teasing the tip of my dick through her wet folds. She’s so slick, I easily slip inside.

I gasp as she slides down one inch, then two, then eases out again.

“Condoms,” I groan as she teases me mercilessly.

“No need,” she says, kissing a path across my jaw, down my neck.

Her words send a shiver of lust down my spine. I’d like nothing more than to bury myself inside her without a barrier, but…

“I always use condoms.”

“I know.” She leans back, a glint of anger flashing in her eyes. “But you don’t need one.” She lifts a brow at me. “Trust me?”

I swallow thickly. I know better than to leave anything up to chance. But this is Mia. I’ve never known her to lie.

“I trust you.”

“Good.” A siren’s smile curves her lips. “I want your cock inside me.”

“Yes.” The word becomes a hiss of released breath as she slides down on me in one swift move. “Jesus. Mia. You feel so fucking good.”

She groans, bracing her hands on my chest as she rolls her hips forward to take me deeper. Her tight, wet heat surrounds me, turning the edges of my vision hazy.

Sweat beads on my brow as she begins to move, rocking slowly. That determined expression I love so much steals over her features. Her gaze fixes on mine, and her lips part. The tip of her tongue peaks out to touch her top lip, and it’s all I can do not to reach up and drag her down for a kiss.

But this is about Mia being in charge. So, I let her take control. I let her ride me, use me to forget everything.

“Touch me.” She grabs my hand and brings it between us. Her robe parts, giving me a visual of her full breasts and peaked nipples that will last me a lifetime. “Here.”

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