Page 69 of My Undead Heart

“We need fewer clothes,” she suggests in my ear and I release her nipple from my assault. With two hands around her waist I stand up from the couch and press her body to my chest.

“Bedroom or couch?”

“Here,” she quickly responds and I nod, turning us around before lowering her feet to the ground. Her fingers, quick and practiced, shove my pants to the floor and she takes me into her hands with long strokes.

Well, fuck that. I’m not the only one who needs to be naked at this party. My hands go to the waistband of her jeans. I lower them to the floor, along with my own body, kissing my way until I’m at her center and she has to release my cock.

“Matt ...” she moans and it’s such a powerful sound coming from her lips. Hooking my arms around the back of her knees I pull so she falls back onto the couch.

“Relax,” I tell her and she settles her back into the cushion while I part her thighs so I can lick between her legs. “Mmm...” My groans meld with hers as I work her center with my mouth and tongue. It’s so good but it’s still not enough. I want it all; every moment of her pleasure. Before she reaches her climax I slow my movements and kiss my way back up her body until our lips meet and she can taste her arousal all over me.

My hands stroke her skin and her fingers dig into my ass as I kick my pants and socks the rest of the way off. She’s still wearing socks and I back away enough to peel off each one. My eyes lock with hers. I love that she’s not embarrassed by her naked body and trying to hide it from me.

Climbing over her so my dick rests between us, I once again claim her lips. My cock begs for me to slide home but I won’t until she says. Using both the back of the couch and the balls of my feet for balance I rub the head of my cock over her opening and around her clit.

“I don’t have any condoms. But I’m clean,” I say because she needs to know.

“I’m on the pill.” She groans as I use my dick to rub against her clit again. “I’m clean, too.”

“Mia, ask me to stop and I will,” I whisper into her ear.

“Don’t,” she says back.

With that I push into her warm and wet folds until I’m completely sheathed.Fuck, fuck fuck.I’m not gonna last long inside her like this. We don’t speak because our mouths are too busy moving and tracing the other’s body. I lick along her neck, up to her ear and bite the lobe while she strokes her clit with one hand and grabs my ass with the other.

Now that I want to go slow, drag this out, my body isn’t cooperating. I won’t last long enough this way, so instead I’ll give it to her as hard as I can. Leaning back onto my knees I grab her hips and scoot them off the edge. Lining myself at her entrance, I keep a rough grip on her hips and begin to slam in and out.

“Yes ... more ... I’m almost ...” Her fingers rub her clit fast and hard while her free hand squeezes one of her nipples. The sight is stimulating enough that I have to glance away or else shoot my load. I need her to come and I know she’s close. I want to give her the same orgasmic release she’s about to give me.

Pausing only a short moment to drag her hips further off the edge of the couch and spread her legs wider, this time I grab her ankles and pick up my pace. Her groans of pleasure fill the air, along with my heavy breathing and the sounds of our flesh slapping together with each thrust. The familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine and as hard as I try to hold it back I can’t this time. I’ve already started.

A sound somewhere between a grunt and a groan leaves my lips and I pull out in time to shoot my load across her belly and chest. She hasn’t come yet, I would have felt it, so instead of falling onto the ground to catch my breath the way my body wants, I replace my cock with my fingers and crouch down to lock my lips over her clit. Using my tongue, beard, and fingers, it’s only a little while longer before Mia’s release sends spasms throughout her body. My mouth is flooded with her cum and I lick it up. I don’t stop until her laughter and hands push me away.

“No more. No more. I can’t. Oh, my God.” She throws her head on the backrest. A perfect smile paints her lips.

“Fuck.” I plop my ass on the carpet to slow my racing pulse. The light from the television illuminates the mess we’ve made and I have to chuckle. Not because it’s funny. It’s actually the most erotic sight, my cum streaked across her gorgeous skin like that. “We made a mess.”

She glances down at her chest and catches some that’s about to roll down her side. “Yeah, we did.”

I stand up and cup myself while I grab a paper napkin from the kitchen counter to wipe most of my release off her body. “Come on.” I offer my arm to help pull her off the couch. “Let’s clean you up.”

She nods but doesn’t say much as I show her into my bathroom. The overhead light is bright and displays every bit of our naked bodies. I reach into the shower and turn the handle, waiting for the water to heat.

“So ...” Mia glances around, biting her lip while her arms wrap around her chest. She’s uncomfortable. Which is strange since we were both open and up in each other’s business just moments ago. It’s clear I’ve still got a ton of work to establish her trust in me. “You want to go first, or me?” She nods to my shower.

My lips pull, wanting to give in to laughter but I don’t. “I was thinking together, actually.”

“In that thing!” Her brows rise. “I’m not sure how you fit in there alone.”

“Are you calling my shower tiny, Mia?”

“No, it’s minuscule. Makes you feel like a giant, doesn’t it?”

“You got me.” I smile and reach inside. The water’s just right and I’m over this space between us, physical and otherwise. Before she can fight me, I haul her into my arms and throw open the shower curtain.

“Matt! What the hell?” she screams but there’s laughter in her voice.

“Taking you on a tour of my massive shower. What do you think so far?” I keep my back to the now closed shower curtain but tilt my body so we can share in the spray. Reaching over, I grab the soap and washcloth, working up a lather before I trace the curves of her skin, starting at her neck and shoulders before working my way to her breasts. I love the way they rise and fall with her breaths, her nipples hardening to peaks that make me want to ditch the soap and use my mouth.

“They’re clean now,” she says and I think it was supposed to come out a joke, but lust invades her tone. It’s enough to harden all of the muscles in my body. I didn’t bring her in here for a round two, but now that we’re here ...

“I think I missed a spot,” I mumble and before she can argue I’m on my knees, my lips following the trail of water skittering down her abdomen to the apex of her thighs.

“You’re a cleaning professional,” she groans, her head falling back against the wall with athunk. Her hands are in my hair again and I lift one of her legs over my shoulder so I can get even closer. She’s right, I’m eating her out like it’s my job, but it’s not only because I want to be the best. My enthusiasm for her pussy has everything to do with bringing her pleasure. It’s a purpose that lights my entire body with a fire-filled lust I have no desire to quench. With her I don’t think it’s even possible. In my tiny shower with my face between her thighs I make it my mission to make this woman mine. Even if she only allows me tonight.

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