by Christa Wick
With her sweet, sticky juices coating my tongue, I followed Mia's directive. I licked the spine of her clit, bullied the hard nodule tucked under the hood. My fingers slid into her starting three thick. She sucked them deeper, her eyes closed, her lips pursed as hot little puffs of air escaped her.
Damn, I missed everything about fucking her. The blushes, the sultry looks, the quivering pussy.
Rearing up, I grabbed her tee and ripped it open then quickly dragged the work shirt and bra straps down her arms. She tried to help, her movements too wild to truly assist.
"Stop," I ordered, my voice firm and in control despite my cock pounding so hard within my pants that it physically hurt.
The commanding tone appealed to her current sexually reckless streak. Mia froze as best she could, her body somehow rigid and squirming at the same time.
"Spread eagle," I ordered.
Obeying, she widened the gap between her thighs and pushed her hands up by the headboard. Using the ruined halves of her tee, I secured her wrists first. Finding my abandoned t-shirt on the floor, I ripped and pulled until I had enough strips to bind her ankles.
When I was done, her beautiful pussy was helpless, exposed and still wet with need. It even danced for me, her clit bobbing up and down as her ass wiggled and anticipatory contractions rhythmically pulled her insides tight.
Making Mia wait, I slowly stripped my jeans and underwear off, my boots and socks already on the floor. Then I walked around the bedroom. I turned the hallway light off and shut the door, pulled the curtains tight, then turned the ceiling light off and dimmed the bedside lamp until just enough illumination remained for me to see all the glory of her beautiful, squirming body.
When I was ready, I didn't fill the space between her thighs. I settled on the bed, my hip even with hers. Mia's gaze bounced between my face and cock, the wiggle in her round bottom becoming harder for her to control.
Reaching over, I claimed her mound with a tight grip of the feverish flesh. I kneaded up and down, my middle finger poised each time to dip into her steamy core.
"Me without my toys," I teased.
Mia shook her head, moaned.
She was a goner. So was I. My cock oozed one bead of cum after another, the hard pulse within making it bob forward and back like a metronome. I wanted to bury it in her pussy, in her mouth, in her tight ass.
"Collin..." Her lips trembled as she whispered my name. She bit down on the bottom one as if she had betrayed just how deeply her need ran.
"First, I'm going to make you climax with my fingers," I warned.
My thumb slid inside her, wicking up her plentiful juices, then I placed it firmly against the kernel of her clit. Bullying it up and down, I pushed a finger into her at the same time, then two fingers, then three—
Mia whipped her head back, throat convulsing around a sharp cry as I packed her tight pussy with a fourth finger. I ruthlessly continued seesawing—pushing her clit up, fingers retreating, dragging her clit down, fingers in, groping and pawing as her needy flesh tried to lock me inside.
Her hips lifted. Her plump thighs trembled as the strong muscles of her ass clenched tight to maintain her upward straining position.
I seesawed harder, faster, again and again, in, out, her juices weeping over my fingers, little drops falling to the bed sheet until—
"Collin!"
Mia squirted her release, her hips continuing to relentlessly push toward the ceiling. She descended in little jerks, each one wetting me further.
Her ass hit the mattress. I removed my fingers. Rolling across her leg, I came to a stop with my face between her thighs so I could lick and soothe the overheated flesh.
She struggled against the restraints but didn't ask me to untie them. Instead, she twisted against my tongue, trapped my head with her thighs, her body jerking with aftershocks even as a freshly building climax tightened her stomach and chest.
Stealing some of the cream from Mia's pussy, I pushed my thumb into her clenched bottom. A tremor rolled through her, those succulent curves vibrating right along with her voice as she called out my name. I stayed with her, let her ride my face and thumb through another climax, relenting only when she began to jerk from too much stimulation.
Going into the bathroom, I washed up then left the hot water running over a fresh cloth as I pulled open the cabinet drawers.
"Uhm…love…"
Reading my mind, Mia called back.
"If you're looking for condoms, I don't have any."
Right—why would she? Ever since I deeded the horse farm, an unmentioned treaty seemed to have been forged between us. Under the rules of engagement, I flatly rejected the advances of other women, leaving them no room to hope for anything. In turn, Mia ignored the men constantly trying to cosy up to her.
Leaning back so I could see her through the doorway, I lifted a brow.
"Love, how have you been taking care of yourself? No toys in that sweet pussy?"
An alluring blush heated her cheeks right before she wiggled the fingers on one hand.
"So much to make up for," I sighed, slapping the washcloth over my shoulder and returning to the bed.
Starting at the foot of the mattress, I untied Mia limb-by-limb, rubbing her flesh to restore full circulation. Still trying to control her excitement, she pulled her legs together and crossed her arms over her breasts.
Patiently, I coaxed her legs apart and began to wash the flesh of her sex. Denying her my cock, I wanted to give her another climax before I held her in my arms and we drifted off to sleep. She let me clean her slow and steady, but her breathing turned rough and her eyelids fluttered with returning need.
Next came the squirms and the soft moans, but I could sense she was fighting me, resisting what I tried to give her.
"Love?" I questioned.
Mia sucked her bottom lip in, released it with a pop before answering.
"I'm on the pill…I just need you to make me all wet again so I can fit you in."
A groan rattled my chest. I tossed the wet cloth toward the bathroom, not seeing or caring where it landed.
"Grab your knees," I ordered.
The position was one she had assumed before. She pulled her knees tight against the sides of her chest and wrapped her hands around her shins to keep her legs in place.
Before me, her beautiful pussy was on full display. The pink tones were gone, the color replaced by the flush red of a long denied need. Kneeling in front of Mia's offering, I pulled my cock downward and tapped the head against her swollen clit.
A sweet little moan left her. I tapped more insistently a dozen plus times then slid the shaft up and down the spine of her sex. When she started to squirm, I butted the head against her opening, testing the elasticity of her need.
Her pussy twitched. Fresh cream oozed from the tight hole.
I sank half the tip's length inside Mia, pushed it around to further loosen her up. After licking the thumb of my free hand, I let it play against her clit, rubbing and pinching at the hood as the head of my cock breached her greedy pussy.
Her body worked to suck me deeper. I retreated, tapped my fingers hard and quick against her clit until her entire body vibrated with my rhythm.
"Collin…love…"
My chest and cock swelled bigger to hear that word pass her precious lips. She had never used it before, never bestowed any pet names on me.
Slow and stunned, I blinked. Mia curled her hands around my fingers, urged me upward.
"I'm wet now," she whispered. "And I don't want to be empty any more."
Mesmerized, I nodded.
Positioning my body over hers, I kissed her cheek then whispered in her ear as I tried to hide how much I trembled.
"Baby, you never said that before."
"It was always there," she admitted. "You had to know."
"Yes," I agreed as I slowly slid into her. "I tried hard not to, at first."
Pushing up on one arm, I looked at where our bodies joined, pulled ba
ckward, gently thrust forward.
"Then I started saying it," I continued. "A little confession falling traitorously past my lips."
Mia shook her head, gripped my arm.
"Not traitorous," she told me.
Her thumb caressed a line across the bullet scar from Evan's gun. From there, her fingers trailed upward as I thrust deeper, held longer, pulled free then plunged back in.
Reaching my collarbone, she hooked the necklace I wore, followed its curve down to the ring. With her verdant green gaze locked on mine, Mia curled her fingers around the diamond solitaire.
"Not traitorous," she repeated.
The words broke me, re-formed me in a snap. Groaning, I buried my mouth against her throat, sucked, thrust. Her bottom wiggled. My pace and force multiplied. Plunging, emerging, plunging deeper and deeper, over and over on each return.
Mia moved with me, our bodies desperate for release now that the truth between us was out in the open. She released her hold on the ring, wrapped both arms around my neck. The soft curves that drove me crazy molded against my flesh, both of us down to tightly grinding against the other.
Each breath she took was a gasp. Her eyes turned glassy with abandon.
Love…
The word escaped her lips, escaped mine, each thrust and contraction a confirmation.
When she squeezed me again, we quivered in shared release, a billion nerve endings igniting between us.
Exhausted, I pulled away long enough to get the blankets over us. Then I drew Mia back into my arms. I kissed her, told her again that I loved her. When she told me the same, I trembled inside.
Night crawled forward. The kisses slowed. So did the caresses. Wrapped around one another, we fell into a deep sleep.
When daylight returned, my ring was on Mia's finger.
Epilogue
Mia
Ten Years Later
Ear pressed to the heavy oak door, I eavesdropped on the conversation happening in the dining room. Yes, I was supposed to be upstairs in my office filling out an exceedingly long parent-teacher survey, but something about the questions had aroused my suspicions that I was being played.
"Not there, Aunt Viv," a bossy nine-year-old voice corrected. "They need to sit next to each other."
"But the no one will be able to see the banner—" Vivian Lodge started before Tamsin interrupted.
"Then we just have to move the banner. It all has to be perfect."
I chuckled—my little girl was growing up to be every bit as exacting, and adorably demanding, as her father.
Hearing the scrape of a chair across the floor, I retreated from the door but not so far that I couldn't hear my daughter continuing to order Vivian around.
"The flowers need to be by Mama."
"Honey, it's a centerpiece," Vivian objected.
"And Mama is the center," Tamsin said. "That's what Daddy always tells us."
Heart melting at the logic and the rationale (her swoonworthy father did in fact say that all the time), I turned to sneak back into my office. Seeing two small heads peeking at me from the foot of the stairs, I froze then slowly lifted a fingertip to my lips.
Acknowledging my request for silence, the heads bobbed excitedly. I tiptoed over, whispering when I reached them. "Were you two spying?"
"You spying," Jonah challenged back on a whisper, his dark blue eyes wide with wonder over having caught one of his parents being naughty.
"Daddy said to," Steven quickly filled in to absolve them of any wrongdoing.
His twin's head bobbed enthusiastically, as he lowered his voice as best he could to imitate Collin, "Watch the girls!"
"Keep 'em safe!" Steven added in a similar comically deep tone as he started to climb up the banister.
Intuiting his brother's intent, Jonah proceeded to grab my arm and hoist his way onto my hip first. A second later, Steven climbed onto my back.
"You monkeys are getting too big for this, especially two at a time," I informed them even as I cuddled them close.
"Daddy home?" Steven asked as he began bouncing to try and mush me up the stairs like a sled dog.
"Soon," I replied as I tried to contain the twin bouncing before my skirt ended up around my ankles.
Feeling a hard metal object in Jonah's pocket, I immediately stopped and sternly ordered both boys down.
"What is that?" I asked, pointing at his pocket, the shape of the object not discernible beyond its length.
Round cheeks burning pink, he slowly reached in and extracted a messy spoon that still retained thin smears of pink icing.
"Auntie Viv brung a cake," he whispered, head bowed down contritely. "You not 'spose to know."
I wasn't supposed to know a lot of things, especially that my daughter and sister-in-law had conspired to throw a party for mine and Collin's tenth wedding anniversary.
Before I could say anything about the cake or Jonah's illicit possession of the spoon, Steven began to jump with excitement.
"Settle down, monkey," I teased. "You've had cake before."
He shook his head, the sound of his shoes repeatedly hitting the wooden floor drowning out the distant noise that had set him off.
"Helicopter!" Tamsin shouted as she burst from the dining room into the hall.
Seeing me out of my office, she panicked, spun around and tried to shut the door at the same time Vivian tried to cross its threshold.
"Okay," Vivian laughed. "I give up. I'm going back to the kitchen until someone rings a bell and lets me know it's GO time."
"Nope," I said, securing her arm and starting for the front door. "At least one of them is hopped up on sugar—"
"And another on power," Vivian whispered. "Just like her father."
Reaching the front door, Tamsin turned back to fire off a stern look at her aunt for the jibe. Though I wanted to scold my daughter about treating her elders with a tad more respect, I just couldn't subdue the smile stretching my face. If any of the kids were going to take over their father's business and run it like the powerhouse badass he is, it would be my fierce little girl.
Thinking of Stark International and all the considerations that came with it, I sighed and circled Tamsin's wrist as she reached for the door handle.
"Wait," I said. "We have protocols to follow."
She huffed but tapped the monitor next to the front door. A few more taps brought up the camera from the side lawn just as the helicopter touched down. She zoomed in until the relaxed expression on Collin's face was clearly visible.
"Now?" she asked.
I nodded. Tamsin opened the door then she and the boys swarmed forward as one mass, feet pounding across the front porch. With the longest legs, she reached the end first and jumped onto the lawn. Holding hands, Steven and Jonah jumped together. Vivian and I followed, shielding our eyes from the small debris the blades had kicked up.
Collin stepped out, a backpack slung over one shoulder. Running low as the blades slowly rotated above him, he held both arms out and scooped up the boys, carrying them to where Vivian and I remained near the porch.
Handing me Jonah, Collin kissed my cheek. He handed Steven to Vivian then scooped Tamsin up. She squealed in mock protest.
"You were trying to get in my backpack," he said.
"Maybe," she admitted, giggling as her feet touched the ground.
"Nothing in there, Short Stop."
Reaching into his pocket, he palmed something then looked at the children.
"Whose turn to go first?"
Tamsin and Steven pointed at Jonah. Collin held both closed fists in front of the boy. Jonah twisted side to side, tried to peek through the cracks. Starting a countdown, Collin moved his hands to thwart him.
"Five, four, thr—"
Jonah seized the right hand.
"This one, Daddy."
Unfurling his fingers, Collin dropped a red and black figure into Jonah's palm.
"Yes!" Jonah shouted as he saw the Deadpool Pikachu and launched into a victory dance.
"That's cheating," she said, snatching up the matching Pikachu and holding it to her chest as Steven did his own victory dance. "They're all supposed to be different."
The boys stopped celebrating and turned their questioning gaze on Collin.
"Sometimes," he said, dropping a kiss on each child's forehead, "life changes the game on us."
Jonah's head swiveled in his big sister's direction.
"He's telling us to deal with it," she interpreted.
"Yeah!" he shouted, one small fist punching the air. "Deadpool Pikachu!"
Same as they had swarmed out of the house, all three buzzed past me and Vivian and disappeared inside. Laughing, she followed after them, leaving me alone with my husband.
I melted into his arms, my mouth turned up to receive a kiss. He cinched me closer, his tongue slipping past my lips to softly probe. Feeling him harden against me, I moaned.
"Missed you," he said after we broke the kiss.
"You've only been gone since five this morning," I laughed as he led me into the house. "Oh, and did you know our daughter planned a covert operation to throw a surprise anniversary party?"
With one side of his mouth curling in a grin, he shook his head.
"She gave me a twenty-page questionnaire, said it was from her teacher, due tomorrow, and apologized for forgetting she had it."
"Sounds legit."
"Legit?" I laughed. "The second question on the third page asked for my opinion on whether the educational reform goals of the President would best be accomplished by state and local government or by federal intervention."
"O-kay."
"President Reagan's educational reform goals," I clarified.
His grin was back in place, this time occupying both sides of his face and growing larger by the second.
"I take it you approve?"
"A little," he confessed, pulling me into his home office and locking the door behind us.
