Page 51 of Motivating Mira
As soon as I came down, he increased his thrusts, bringing me right back to the precipice and then pulling me back before I could go over again. Three times, that’s how many times he did this before finally letting me orgasm again.
The teasing torture made the orgasm gush. My pleasure flowed between us and down my thighs. I might have been embarrassed but all I could do was slump in exhaustion as the tremors filled me.
Wes growled, driving into me one final time before he stilled inside me. He leaned forward to brush the hair from the side of my face as I lay pressed against the mattress, the shockwaves of that incredible orgasm still pulsing inside me. He kissed my cheek and pulled out of me. I didn’t stir as he went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up and came back with a warm washcloth and towel to clean me up too.
I was nothing more than a quivering mass of well-fucked woman as he unhooked the cuffs and removed the butt plug. ButI still didn’t move even when I was free because I had nothing left. I was blissfully empty and yet so full.
“Drink, girlie.”
I peeked out of one eye at the dewy bottle of cold water he held but only moaned, unable to form words.
“Come on, honey. You need to hydrate.” He pulled me up to sit at the bed’s edge, holding the bottle to my lips. “They say the body is sixty percent water and by the looks of things, a third of you is on the duvet and floor.” He chuckled darkly and I groaned.
“Drink.”
I obeyed and he kissed my head. “That’s my good girl. Now lie down and rest while I hold you,” he said, but he didn’t wait for me to comply, he just scooped me up, moved me higher on the bed and crawled in behind me.
I was too tired to think as his breathing regulated mine and I drifted off, but somewhere in my head, as if it were just beyond my reach, I was filled with thoughts of how he was all the best parts of fantasy and reality mixed into one.
“Girlie?”
I wasn’t even awake enough to make a sound even when I tried.
“Sleep, sweetheart. I got you.” The was a long pause of silence before he spoke again. But this time it was in the quietest whisper. “Maybe I shouldn’t say it, because you’ve only promised me twenty-four hours, but I am so completely in love with you, I’m not sure I’ll survive walking away again.”
Ten
Wes
I looked down at Mira, lying spent, her bare breasts rising and falling with each breath, and my chest ached. I’d been trying my best not to pay attention to the time, but it was officially up.
“Girlie?”
“Hm?” she questioned, still out of it after another full day of scening with me.
“Baby, it’s time.”
“Already?” She sounded sleepy and I hated the idea of her leaving my bed when it would be so easy to crawl in next to her and hold her until morning. But I had promised her this would only be for twenty-four hours, and I always kept my promises.
“I’m afraid so.”
“What if I don’t want to go?” she asked and caught her lip between her teeth.
“You don’t have a choice. I promised.”
She nodded, but she looked bereft at the thought. I held out a hand and she took it.
“What time is it?” She looked around for the clock in the dark, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand. “I shouldn’t have slept. I wasted the last of our time.”
I chuckled. “You had to. You’ve barely slept more than a few hours.” I glanced at my watch. “It’s almost ten o’clock.”
She nodded. “Curfew’s in half an hour.”
“Right.” I scooped her panties off the floor and helped her into them. They’d been folded on the bed a few hours ago, ready for when she got out of the shower, but they never made it onto her. Instead, they’d been tossed on the floor in our desperation for each other.
I moved on to her jeans which were also on the floor, and she grabbed her shirt and bra that were hooked on the bed post, putting them on. When she was fully ready, I took her hand, and we headed to the drawer where I’d put her cell and purse away for safekeeping.
“What’s tomorrow?” I asked since the silence was deafening.
