Page 9 of Already His

She was lying, just as much as I was when I told her I’d leave her alone.

“Right, now, just the pant’s measurement,” she said, her blue eyes jumping to mine. There was a whole lot in that gaze that I wanted to decipher. She was excited, as turned on as I was, she was also afraid of that feeling.

She lowered herself to her knees before me.

She started with the outside of my leg, and it took everything I had to stay still when she moved to the inseam. She pulled the tape upwards, brushing the skin of my inner thigh.

By the time she got to my crotch, my hard-on was practically reaching for her. If I’d been wearing thicker material, maybe it wouldn’t have been so obvious, but in loose sweatpants, there was no denying it. She stopped, her hand just shy of my balls, and looked upwards. Her breath hitched. It was so quiet in the room, everything narrowed down to me and her, this woman who, in the course of a weekend, had taken up permanent residence in my mind.

“I apologize, I could deny how much I want you, Mia, but my body can’t lie,” I said thickly. I can’t deny that having her innocent, wide-eyed gaze on me was only turning me on more. She raised her eyes past my straining cock and met my gaze. Sitting there on the floor before me, her mouth mere inches from my dick was making it hard to think.

“You want me that much,” she asked softly. I nodded. I couldn’t help bringing a hand to her hair, tucking a lock behind her ear. She closed her eyes when my thumb brushed her skin.

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a woman. It’s difficult to ignore,” I said honestly. I ran my thumb over the apple of her cheek, and then emboldened by her response, I swiped it across her full lips, savoring the soft texture of that skin.

“I know,” she said quietly, almost a whisper, and in a move that would be forever emblazoned in my memory as the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, turned to catch my thumb in her mouth. She closed her lips over my finger, and sucked on it, all while staring up at me with those butter wouldn’t melt eyes.

“Fuck,” I grunted as she rubbed her tongue across my fingertip, curling around it. “Mia, don’t try and tell me you don’t feel the same,” I said thickly, pushing my thumb in and out her mouth a few times, enjoying the perverse feeling of fucking her smart mouth.

“Ok,” she whispered, as she let my finger go. The air felt cool against it and my skin tingled. I barely registered it, as I leaned down and pulled her up.

“Elliot!” she exclaimed, as I lifted her, spun her, and tossed her onto the waiting bed. She looked good there, against my sheets. She looked right.

“Don’t give me some bullshit about not wanting anything to happen… You want me, and I clearly want you.” She sat up, her legs clenching, her eyes bright and fascinated on me, as I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it aside.

“Wait! You’re right, ok. I do want you, but I can’t have sex with you,” she said, holding a hand out to stop me.

“Why not?”

“Because I just don’t do that. We don’t know each other,” she said, maddingly evasive.

“I’m ready to remedy that right now,” I said, lowering my hand to my fly. Desire and tension jumped in her gaze. That slither of tension stilled me. I dropped my hand.

“What can you do?” I asked, as my body screamed at me to at least try and change her mind. But that look of apprehension was too real, and it felt wrong to be the cause of it. She shrugged helplessly.

“Kiss, I guess,” she offered. I let out an incredulous laugh.

“Kiss? We aren’t teenagers,” I reminded her. A furious blush tainted her cheeks. She pushed herself up.

“I know, just forget it,” she muttered, as she tried to stand. I caught her against my chest and cupped her cheek.

“Let me kiss you then, sweetheart,” I murmured, before lowering my mouth to hers. She opened immediately, wanting me just as much as I wanted her. My tongue swept over hers, and she enthusiastically responded, sucking on me, biting my lips, her hands pulled me closer. I wanted to devour her.

“If kissing is allowed… can I kiss you anywhere?” I murmured. She sat down on the edge of the bed, while I lowered myself to my knees in front of her. She bit her full lips, her eyes were wide and full of desire.

“As long as it’s just kissing… I guess,” she said, and let out a laugh, as I pushed her backward, so she was lying with her legs hanging off the bed. I kissed along the waistband of her jeans and unbuttoned them. She went quiet, looking down to see me.

“This ok?” I checked as I slid the zipper down. She nodded, swallowing hard. As I wriggled her jeans off her legs, I could smell her. Fresh and feminine and delicious.Mine.

“No Wonder Woman panties today?” I murmured against the skin of her inner thigh. She laughed, and I savored the sound, low, throaty, and beautiful.

“Sadly no…”

“Next time then,” I said, stroking a finger over her folds, still hidden from my hungry eyes by her lacy panties.

“I thought they were funny,” she panted, as I started to pull the scrap of lace from her.

“Funny? They were fucking hot. You were and are, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, with Wonder Woman panties and without,” I sighed, as she was finally bare to me. Her knees tried to instinctively close, as though she was embarrassed. I blamed that Catholic guilt streak, as I spread her wide, and lowered my face to her.

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