Page 12 of Already His

“Everything off, Mia, sweetheart,” I told her, as I followed her example, and rid myself of clothes. As I straightened, after pulling my boxers down, Mia’s eyes fell to my cock, rock hard and drooling up my stomach.

“I don’t have anything to compare it to, but you look really big,” she gulped, and I couldn’t help laughing at her expression, as I pulled her to me, and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

“I’ll fit just fine. We were made to fit together,” I murmured to her. She kissed me back earnestly, and lowered a hand down my abdomen, trailing her fingers toward my cock. It jumped in anticipation as she touched the tip with her finger.

“The skin is so soft,” she breathed, and I pulled away from her, unable to take much more of her innocent touch. I cupped her breasts, those delicate little bee-stings, and rubbed over the nipples with my fingers, back and forth endlessly. My fingers rough passage left her skin pink and I wanted to mark her all over with my ownership. I leaned down and took her nipple between my lips, sucking on the hard bud. I rolled it between my teeth and teased it. As I worshipped her chest, my hand wandered down to the thatch of curls between her legs. Her slit was wet and unbearably hot, as I stroked my fingers up and down the line. Gently I eased my fingers between her thighs, and she parted her legs, holding me with trembling arms. It had only been hours ago that these beautiful thighs had been clenched around my head as I lapped up her wetness and pleasure.

“You’re still so wet, Mia. Have you been dripping and desperate all day?” I asked her roughly. She nodded, biting her lip as she did. “You did well to come back, so I can take care of it for you,” I continued. She flushed, as my fingers found her clit, and I started to circle it, finding a rhythm that made her clutch my shoulders. “Tell me how it feels, sweetheart.”

“It feels amazing,” she breathed. I needed more from her. I needed everything.

“You can do better than that,” I prompted her. Her eyes snapped to mine.

“It feels really hot, and I can’t wait for you to fuck me, ok?” Her voice was as argumentative as usual, and I smiled at her, before kissing her fiercely.

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Mia

Elliot’s smile made my heart tremble in my chest. There was so much there. Possession and desire, happiness and contentedness that I hadn’t seen before in the jaded, high-powered lawyer I’d only known days, but felt like years.

We fell to the bed, and Elliot covered my body with his. His skin was so warm, and everything became moments of hyper-awareness. The touch of his lips on mine, the drag of his hard hands palming my breasts, kneading and caressing. The feel of his fingers, pushing inside my virgin tightness.

“Fuck, Mia, you’re going to grip me so tight,” Elliot breathed, as he pulled his fingers from me and licked them clean.

“Do it,” I urged him, pulling him against me. The feel of his bare dick poking at the inside of my thighs made me shudder. I wanted him inside me so badly, it was like hunger, an empty space inside that needed filled. That needed him to fill me.

He positioned his hips, putting the blunt head of his cock at my entrance he cupped my face and caught my feverish gaze.

“I don’t take it lightly, this gift you are giving me, Mia. After this, you are mine… you won’t deny it again,” he said, but the words didn’t seem to make sense to me, as lost in lust as I was. “Say it, Mia.”

“I’m yours, Elliot, just fuck me,” I panted, and was rewarded with the slow, steady press of his dick. He pushed into me, and I felt the obligatory pain blossom, as his long dick nudged at the thin barrier inside me. He kept pressing, and the pain grew sharper for a moment, and then disappeared.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered against my shoulder, as his hips finally met mine, and I was completely impaled on his dick. I panted, breathing through my nose in an imitation of the only yoga class I’d ever gone to. Gradually, the burn faded, and pleasure spread through my core, as he started to fuck me, in and out shallowly. His hips nudged at mine, and he stretched me, and warmed me, loosening my muscles, until I felt my hips starting to rise to meet his thrusts.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me,” Elliot muttered, kissing me as his hips picked up their pace. He pushed into me again and again, dragging slowly out, and then pounding in quickly. He pulled my legs higher around his hips, as he fucked me into the bed.

“Can you take it harder, baby?” he asked me, and all I could do was hum my agreement, and hold on, as his hips started to slam into me relentlessly.

I felt myself moving toward the cliff edge Elliot had driven me off earlier. His dick was hitting every sensitive place inside me with his ruthless thrusting, and just as I felt I might topple over into the orgasm I had been waiting years for, Elliot moved. He pulled himself lithely up to kneel and guided my legs to his shoulders.

“I want to see you come, baby,” he grunted, lowering one hand to my breasts, and the other to my clit. He started to rub me there, hips snapping in and out, just as tendrils of my release started to curl through me.

“Elliot-“ I cried out, as the pleasure hit me hard, seizing my muscles and bending me in half. Elliot pushed into me once, twice more, as my core clamped down on him. I felt him start to come inside me, a sudden warmth, and his long length throbbing. The thought of him filling me up only turned me on more. I cried out, a sound ripped from my soul.

“Open your eyes, look at me. Give me your reaction. I want to see my baby come, with my dick deep inside,” Elliot said. I’d never had imagined that a straight-laced lawyer type like Elliot would be capable of such filthy, delicious words. I tried to square the image with that of a conservative, cold couple and couldn’t. I’d told him he’d end up taking a cold dead fish-like society trophy wife to bed, and suddenly, nothing seemed worse than the thought of this passionate man ending up that way. I reached up to touch his jaw, and he turned his face into my palm and pressed kisses there.

Exhaustion, that was half sated pleasure and half relief to have finally given into the mad attraction I’d had for Elliot since we met, came over me. He pulled himself gently out of me, and, smoothed back my hair from my forehead.

“What do we do now?” I asked him, and he chuckled.

“Clean up, shower, if you want… then, sleep in my arms,” he said. I felt a prickle inside at the thought of tomorrow, and Simone and my father, but pushed it aside for now. I had made a choice about my body, and I had a memory to carry with me forever. A perfect memory to keep me warm at night, no matter who I slept next to. The day I made a choice just for me.

“Let’s have a shower,” I suggested, kissing Elliot again, and sucking on his bottom lip. He looked at me with darkly possessive eyes. They were hungry. Hungry for me. I pressed closer to him and wished morning wouldn’t come.

Chapter 8

Elliot

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