by Smith, Wendy
“It works.”
I grasp her chin and pull her gaze to mine. “Touch me as much as you want.”
She smiles as she explores my skin with her fingers before dropping them to my jeans. After she fumbles with the button, I suck in a breath, and she drops the zip and pushes my pants down.
“Mia,” I whisper.
She keeps her gaze on me as she pushes at my underpants and grips my cock. It’s so fucking hard, and I hold my breath for a moment, fearful that I’m going to come from her touch.
“I want this, James Campbell. It’s crazy and a bigger risk than I’ve ever taken before, but I can’t fight it.”
“I don’t want you to fight it.”
She lets go of me when I kiss her.
“Bed,” I say.
“Should I take off my skirt?”
I shake my head. “Lie down. I’ll take care of that.”
She pulls back the duvet and top sheet while I climb out of my jeans and underpants. When she turns, her eyes widen and she lies down.
Her skirt has an elastic waist, and I climb onto the bed, grabbing the fabric and pulling it off in one move. Dragging her panties down her legs, I take in the sight of her naked.
“Shaved.”
She smiles. “I like it like that.”
“I’m not complaining.” I lie down beside her, pulling her into my arms.
“Can I tell you something personal?” she asks, her eyes searching mine.
“You’re in my arms, and you’re naked. I’ll listen to anything.” I laugh.
“I touched myself thinking about you.”
Wow. My eyebrows rise. “Really?”
“What just happened on the couch. Well, I did it solo the night after you kissed me.” She blushes, burying her face in my chest. “It was much better when you did it.”
I’m already hard, but the thought of her touching herself with me in mind? Holy shit. “Can I tell you something personal?”
Her lips twitch. “What?”
“I want to taste you so bad. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
Her eyes widen. “Really?”
I chuckle. “Yes, really. Do you think you were the only one with indecent thoughts? Thinking of you helped make the nights we didn’t see each other go faster.”
She sighs when I drop my hand to her breast. She’s perfect.
I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, caressing her other breast.
She lets out a long breath, as if she’s been holding it for ages. “James.”
Dragging her nipple gently through my teeth, I raise my head. “Mia.”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as we look into each other’s eyes. There’s so much need in her expression.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She blinks rapidly again, as if she’s trying to process what I’ve said.
“Are you okay?” I smile.
“I never … no one’s said anything like that to me before. That’s the second time you’ve said it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
She shakes her head. “My ex wasn’t good at compliments.”
“I can’t understand that. You’re a goddess.”
Her eyebrows creep up. Maybe that was taking it a bit too far.
I shrug. “I’m not going to apologise for how I feel.”
She searches my expression. I’m not sure what she’s looking for. Maybe she still thinks it’s an empty platitude. But this is a beautiful woman who needs to be told that she’s beautiful. And I’m only too happy to oblige.
I run my hand down her thigh, and she shivers when I move it back up to her pussy. Her breaths grow deeper. “Are you okay?”
She nods. “I’m fine.”
Caressing her clit with my fingers, I study her face. Her eyelids flutter at the contact.
“I thought I’d be kissing you a lot, but this isn’t how I pictured spending my weekend.” I grin.
“Me either.” She laughs. “I feel …”
“What?” I slip a finger into her, and she sucks in a breath.
“Well, your finger, but it’s so screwed up. I’ve never done anything bad in my life.”
I grin. “And this is bad?”
“No, it’s good. But you know what I mean.”
Her mouth falls open when I slip in a second finger, my thumb rubbing over her clit.
She widens her legs, giving me more access, and I return my attentions to her breasts.
Her nipples pebble as I lick them one by one. I circle the closest nipple with my tongue, and she lets out a moan. When I suck it gently into my mouth, she bucks.
“James.”
I sit back up, looking into her eyes. She seems to be fighting the urge to close them. She’s so beautiful when she comes.
My hand’s covered in her wetness, and as much as I want to be inside her, I could spend hours just watching her as she gives into pleasure.
“Interesting,” She whispers.
I laugh. “What is?”
“What happened on the couch isn’t a fluke.”
“What do you mean?” I plant a kiss just under her breast.
“Coming with you is different. I mean, I don’t have much to compare it to, but …”
After running my tongue up and over her breast, I find her mouth with mine. She sighs as I kiss her.
“You are working with a very narrow field of experience here.”
She nods. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologising. I think it’s amazing. And I love that I can bring this out in you.”
She tilts her head. “How’d you get to be so great? You’re sweet, and caring, and when you touch me I feel things I’ve never felt before. And I’m nearly twice your age.”
I shrug. “I was the quiet one in my family. I’ve got four older brothers who would have slapped the snot out of me if I wasn’t respectful. And then there was the mother factor I already told you about.”
Mia laughs. “My parents were like that. They were so strict. I guess they were worried I’d embarrass them. Then they disowned me when I ended up with Garrett.”
“What? I can’t imagine any parent disowning their child.”
She shrugs. “I think they saw what he was like years before I did. They warned me, and told me to keep away, but all it did was make me dig my heels in. We were married as soon as I could do it without their permission.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I still haven’t been in touch with them since I left him. I’m not sure how to.”
“I’m not sure why we’re talking when I could be making you come again.”
Her lips spread into a smile. “I don’t know either. I did say you were easy to talk to.”
“So are you, but I’d rather be doing something else with my mouth right now.”
Mia’s eyebrows creep up. “Like what?”
I move down between her legs, pushing back the sheet. Her eyes widen. “Oh.”
Laughing, I nod. “Oh.”
I feast on her. Her breathy gasps spur me on as I tongue her clit. She lifts off the bed when I suck it gently into my mouth. If I thought she liked my fingers, she loves my tongue. And I love going down on her. “You taste so fucking good.”
Mia runs her fingers through my hair, gripping it and pulling me closer. I love how quickly she’s become so uninhibited, how she’s not afraid to show me what she wants.
I lick up both sides of her pussy, and suck gently on the flesh. I’m consumed by her, and I just want Mia to have the best sexual experience of her life. I’m not cocky enough to think I’m anything amazing, but all that matters is that she enjoys herself.
When I move back to her clit, her breathing falls apart, and she lets out a moan as she thrusts toward me. Her body shudders.
I run my tongue over her, licking up her juices. She lets out puffy breaths as she recovers.
I plant kisses on her thighs, and she squeezes them together. Laughing, I look up. “Are you okay?”<
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“Very okay.” She sighs a contented sigh. “Why did you stop?”
“You squeezed me out.” I laugh.
“I want you inside me.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
“I’ve got a condom in my wallet. One second.” I lean over and pick up my pants from the floor.
“I don’t have any. You can probably tell I didn’t plan for this.” She laughs.
“Me either. It’s probably expired.” I joke.
“What?”
When I pluck the condom out of my wallet and sit back up, she stares at me.
“I’m kidding. Check it yourself if you want to.” I wave the foil packet in the air.
She snatches it from my hand and examines it.
“I can’t believe you checked.”
“I can’t believe you joked about it.”
I take it back from her. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, Mia.”
She sighs. “That was a dick move.”
“I’m sorry.” I search her expression. “Are we still okay?”
She nods, pointing at my cock. “As if I’m gonna waste that now.”
I chuckle, tearing open the condom wrapper.
She watches as I roll the condom on. Even her watching me is hot.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure about this?”
She nods. “Are you trying to talk me out of it?”
“I would never do that.”
Her smile lights up the room as she palms my cheek. I lean forward, claiming her mouth with mine, our bodies pressed together.
“I want you so fucking much,” I murmur.
“Then take me.” She guides me with her hand, and I slide into her. Fuck, if this isn’t heaven, I don’t know what is.
“Mia,” I meet her gaze. Her eyelids flutter as I move inside her.
She lets out a long breath, and her lips stay parted. Everything she does makes me harder. She’s so beautiful.
We maintain eye contact as I thrust. Sex has never been like this before. It was always emotional, and I’m not a guy who has it for the sake of it, but this is different. There’s a connection between us that I’ve never felt with anyone else.
God, how I hope she feels it too.
Her chest rises and falls underneath me as her breathing grows strained.
“It feels so good.” She moans.
I run my tongue up her neck until I reach her ear. “What feels good?”
“You do. You feel so good.”
I search her expression, but the emotions she has on display leave me feeling overwhelmed. “You feel amazing.” I lick my lips. “You are amazing.”
Her heels hit the back of my thighs as she pulls me in deeper. “You’re pretty amazing too.”
“I’m sure I can do better than pretty amazing.”
Mia’s lips curl into a smile. “Fine. You’re incredible. Is that better?”
“It must be. I …” Waves of pleasure wash over me as I come. My body jerks as if I’m not in control of it, and I thrust hard twice before coming to a stop.
“Now you’re the one not finishing sentences.” She laughs softly as I roll to her side.
I pull her into my arms. “It’s difficult to find the words when you’re so overwhelmed.”
“I know.”
She sighs, running her finger down my chest. “If I was being responsible, I’d tell you we shouldn’t do this again,” she says.
“I know.”
“We shouldn’t have done it this time.” She lets out a laugh, and buries her face in my chest. “This is so not like me.”
“Me either.” I chuckle.
“I’ve been in one relationship in my life, and it was with Garrett.”
I shrug. “I’ve had one serious girlfriend. There have been a couple of hook-ups, but nothing like this.”
“Like what?”
I turn my head. Her eyes are full of emotion. I feel it too. “I can’t answer that. It’s just different with you.”
She smiles. “You’re too young to know that.”
I shake my head. “I’m old enough.”
Mia slaps her hand to her face. “I just had sex with a … how old are you?”
“Twenty-two.”
She groans.
“Why? How old are you again?”
“Thirty-nine.”
“Woah. That is old.”
Her mouth falls open.
“I’m kidding. I don’t care. You’re gorgeous, and I was already enamoured with your brain.”
When she laughs, I smile. If her marriage was that bad, how long has it been since she’s just enjoyed herself? Since that laughter was free and uninhibited?
I shrug. “It could always be worse. At least I’m not in your class.”
“But you will be next year.”
I sigh. “Then you’re right. We won’t do this again.”
“We shouldn’t.” A smile spreads across her lips.
I lick my lips. “I’ll buy a box of condoms for next time.”
Mia laughs again, and I press my mouth to hers. However long this lasts, I intend to make the most of it.
And from the way she responds, so does she.
7
James
It’s a long wait to the following weekend. I spent Friday and Saturday night with Mia, coming home on Sunday to prepare for uni the following day.
To be honest, I needed a good night’s sleep after our time together.
We text each other throughout the week, and talk on the phone every night, but it’s not the same as seeing her.
Friday is the longest day ever, and all I want to do is get to my car and get away from uni.
“Are you coming to the pub?” Sara asks as we walk through the doors to exit the lecture hall.
I shake my head. “Not tonight.”
She places her hand on my arm. We’re outside the lecture hall, and I’m so close to getting away. I’m off for a shower and change of clothes at home before heading over to Mia’s.
“Please, James. Come out with us.”
Her grip tightens. Damn it. I tried to let her down gently, but I obviously wasn’t clear enough. “I’ve got other plans. I’m sorry, Sara. You guys go and have some fun.”
She licks her lips. “I thought maybe you and I could hang out together.”
“Sara. I’m sorry if I ever gave you the wrong idea, but …”
She turns on that doe-eyed look. Another time, another place, it might have worked, but the woman I think I’m falling for is waiting for me. “Come on, James. It’ll be fun.”
I pull my arm away gently. “I’m going home. Enjoy yourself.”
I walk away without looking back. It’s not until I reach my car that I turn again. Sara’s right behind me.
“Take me with you, then.”
I shake my head. “Are you always this pushy?”
“Only when I really like a guy. And I really like you.” She’s breathless, and if I was still unattached maybe I’d make a stupid decision and take her home. But I’m not.
“I like you too. As a friend. I’m not looking for anything else.”
Her face falls. “It’s her, isn’t it?”
I swallow hard. Am I that transparent?
“Ashley. You still have a thing for her.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s not Ashley. That was over ages ago.” Letting out a breath, I take her by the arms. “You’re really nice, Sara. And I’m sorry if I’m not feeling it, but I’m not interested in you in that way.”
She pulls away. “Okay. Have fun by yourself.”
“Do you want a lift to the pub? Seeing as you’ve walked all the way to my car.”
Her cheeks are flushed. I understand it. I’ve had my share of rejection, but she’s handling it okay. “I’d appreciate it.”
“I’m heading that way, anyway.”
Opening the passenger door, I wait until she’s in before closing it again. When I
round the car, I look up as I open the driver’s door.
Mia’s at the edge of the car park next to her car.
Our eyes meet, and I don’t have to see her face to know she’s curious about what’s going on. From where she’s standing, it can’t look good.
I pull my phone out of my pocket before I get into the car.
I’m just dropping Sara at the pub. Will be over to see you once I’ve showered and changed. I take a breath. Can’t wait to get you alone.
I hope that’s enough as I start the car and pull into the street.
* * *
Mia’s in her living room when I get there, and when she sees me, she picks up the remote to close the garage door.
“Hey, beautiful.” I lean over and kiss her.
She kisses me back, but withdraws, and I round the couch and sit beside her.
“You okay?”
“I saw you with your friend. It seemed pretty intense. What’s going on with you two?”
“Nothing. I dropped her off at the pub.” I lean back. “She likes me, and I guess I was too subtle for her to get that I wasn’t interested. I made it clear.”
Mia drops her gaze. “Okay.”
I grasp her chin, pulling her face up until I meet her eyes. “I’m not lying to you, Mia. She followed me to the car, and I was straight up with her. The pub was on my way, so I gave her a lift. And then I went home, showered, changed, and came back here.”
“I believe you.”
“Why does your body language say otherwise?”
She flicks her gaze to the ceiling and back again. “I just don’t want to be hurt. She’s your age, and she’s pretty. I could understand if you wanted something with her.”
“I had the chance before us, and I didn’t take it then. I’m not going to screw up whatever this is with you for someone who’s not even really a friend.”
“What is this?” she asks.
I drop my hand. “I don’t know. Do we have to define it yet? All I know is that I like spending time with you. And I’m not talking about studies or science. I like being with Mia, not Doctor Scott.”
She laughs. “We’re the same person, you know.”
“I know, but I don’t want you because of your academic prowess. That was just the reason for both of us being at the university.”
Her smile turns into a grin. My heart thuds at the sight. I want her to be this happy all of the time.