Page 119 of Save Your Breath

I hummed my approval as she smacked my hand away so she could grind against my cock, sliding her ass up and down over my shaft, her cheeks hugging and teasing me.

When I’d had enough of the foreplay, I leaned up, a squeal of surprise coming from her as I wrapped her up in my arms.

“Enough teasing,” I said against her spine. “Sit on me, baby.”

Mia reached between her legs, finding my cock and lining me up at her opening. She hissed a little when she lowered down an inch, and I groaned at the feel. She was somehow even tighter than before.

“That’s it,” I coached as she lifted and lowered again, taking more of me inside. “Nice and slow. Open up for me.”

Mia moaned when I cradled her breast in one hand, the other snaking up to grip her neck. I’d been paying attention all night, watching what she responded to, what turned her on. I knew she liked when I took control. I knew she liked that bit of pain bordering on pleasure, that gentle squeeze of my hand around her throat, the sting of a palm against her flesh.

When I rocked my hips up to meet her, plunging in deeper, she let her head fall back on a cry of ecstasy. We sat like that for a long moment, her adjusting to the feel of me and my hands exploring every inch of her. I squeezed each breast, massaging, toying with her nipples as I licked and nibbled across her back.

And then, she began to move.

She lifted, pressing weight into her heels to rise until just the tip of me was inside her before she slid back down. We groaned together at the sensation, and then my hands were at her hips, helping her ride me, picking up the pace.

Up and down, over and over, faster and faster.

Soon, she was riding me wildly, her moans growing louder and louder. When I snaked a hand between her legs to circle her clit, she mewled, shaking her head.

“Can’t,” she breathed, but even as she said it, her hips started bucking wildly against my hand — enough so that she lost her rhythm fucking me.

I kissed her shoulder blade. “Sure about that?”

“Oh, God.” She was losing it, falling back against me as I rubbed her clit and flexed inside her.

“I think you can,” I argued, and then I picked up her thigh with my free hand, rocking us both back until she was fully seated in my lap, her back against my chest. She lifted her other leg to mirror the one I’d hiked up, her hands propping her up as best she could on the bean bag.

And I took control.

With my hand hooked under her knee and the other working between her legs, I bucked my hips up, using my heels planted on the floor to drive myself into her. Over and over, again and again, I had that woman bouncing in my lap, legs shaking, face twisted up in pleasure as she screamed and moaned.

She let out a string of curse words as she came, and as soon as I felt her walls tightening around me, I lost it.

I gripped her hard, keeping pace as my stomach muscles seized, all the blood rushing between my thighs. My orgasm clocked me like a fist to the face, stealing my breath and knocking out any thoughts trying to hold on. I fucked her mercilessly as we both rode out the waves, our skin slick, hearts hammering, hands gripping onto one another for dear life.

I filled her and I still didn’t stop. If anything, the feel of my cum leaking out of her only drove me to want more. I was insatiable, fucking my cum inside her again until my body gave out. So long, I’d longed for this. So long, I’d dreamed of claiming her, of marking her, of having her in every way.

Even when my body was spent, I craved more.

We collapsed once the last of our orgasms left us, bodies turning to weighted heaps of bones.

I rolled over to the side just enough to let Mia fall into the oversized bean bag with me, my legs curling under hers, cock softening inside her. We lay like that for a moment before Mia carefully rolled, giving me no choice but to pull out of her. She splayed out in a mess of arms and wild hair next to me, panting, beautiful breasts heaving as she blew a strand of hair out of her face and turned to look at me.

The rain poured.

The wind howled.

And we were silent for a beat before we both laughed.

“Fucking hell, woman,” I said, shaking my head and wiping the sweat from my forehead.

“That was fun.”

She giggled and I smiled, though I couldn’t place why my chest tightened a bit at her words.That was fun.

Fun.