Intoxicated

by Scarlett Avery

  “I know you have one more in you, sweetie.” It’s not a suggestion. I intend on making her climax at least once more before I lose all control.

  She gets on her hands and cranes her neck to look at me. She brushes her long cascading hair off her face. Our eyes meet and she holds my gaze, breathing heavily. Once she’s able to speak, she knocks my socks off. “Give it to me, sexy,” she says in a raunchy voice. Fuck. She catches me totally off guard. I never imagined she still had the energy to come up with something this witty. It takes me a beat to respond.

  “Dirty girl.” I chuckle.

  “It’s all your fault.” She laughs.

  “Yes, it is,” I quip proudly.

  She smiles and winks at me. She turns around to face the wall again and wiggles her ass at me invitingly. She doesn’t even wait for me to ask.

  I get on my knees and yank her hips up higher. Her ass is pointing directly at the ceiling now. She’s still on her knees, but only her head and right shoulder are resting against the mattress. I stop for a few seconds to admire an incredible sight I’ll never forget for the rest of my life. Christ. I stand up, circle her hips with my hands and squat behind her. I like to call this position doggy-style fully-loaded because the way her back is angled allows for deeper thrusting. This position usually sends both of us to Nirvana and back because my heavy low-hanging balls slap against her clit. Each thrust sends a shockwave up my spine that shoots straight to my head. It’s so powerful, I feel like I’m about to black out. As added bonus, I’m guaranteed to hit her G-spot. Just the thought of it makes me lose drops of moisture.

  I swing my hips back and thrust forward. I slide right inside her pussy effortlessly. Jesus. I already know this won’t last long for me. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the mind-blowing sensation of claiming her without any barriers between us. I pump in and out of her like a piston. I tilt my head to the side and grin like a fool. Her big heavy tits jiggle side to side in response to each one of my forceful thrusts. It’s a beautiful thing.

  “More, more, more,” she pleads. When she begs like this, it’s my undoing.

  “Your tight pussy is a vice I’ll never be able to give up.” My hands clamp tightly on her hips.

  “You’re my freaking weakness,” she pants in response.

  I pull out until only the tip of my cock is lodged inside her. “I’ll never get enough of you,” I confess before slamming back inside her so deep her breath spills out in sexy moans. I’m riding her with my eyes closed until she wiggles, forcing my attention back to her. I don’t know how she does it in this position, but she manages to lift her ass even higher.

  “Oh. This is too good.” Her voice comes out in jittery staccato waves that match the frantic cadence at which I’m drilling into her. “Fuck me harder. Please.” It doesn’t get much better than this. She slides her right hand between her legs and I know exactly what she wants. I grip her tighter, lifting her a few inches higher and forcing her to place her hand back on the mattress for support.

  “I decide when you come,” I warn her. She lets out a wicked little laugh as I double my speed. I’m so incredibly turned on right now, I’m surprised I’ve been able to hold out this long. For a few long seconds the room is filled with our grunts, growls and the salacious sound of my balls hitting her clit with laser precision. This is as depraved as it gets. The more she clenches around me, more moisture leaks from my cock into her hungry pussy. The combination of our slickness is pure raunchiness. Miranda fights her way up onto her hands and starts riding my cock. I’m a little surprised at first, but I don’t fight her. I let her go nuts all over my dick. She’s thrusting against me, gliding back and forth. “Oh, yes. Goddammit.” Her pussy is potent. “Oh, my fucking God,” I rasp.

  “Arghh,” she gasps. “I need your cock, I need your cock, I need your cock,” she breathes out. There she goes, chanting again. The desperation in her voice is like an aphrodisiac. Urgent need barrels through my veins, making demands I’m not going to be able to hold off from meeting. I’m as good as done.

  “Swallow my cock whole, sweetie.” She groans. My command fuels her. There’s nothing like watching my cock disappear inside her. Her ass rams into me each time she slides back. “Damn, that’s hot.” Each smack of her cheeks against my body is as intoxicating as a hit of heroin. She’s unleashed. “Grind me, girl.” I’m not sure if it’s solely her or the fact that I haven’t fucked in two weeks, but this is the best sex of my life. It’s like I’ve never fucked before. I fist her hair, pulling her head back to control her crazed tempo. “That’s it. Yes. Yes. Yes.” My voice is low and guttural.

  “Shit,” she hisses. Her breathy gasps and small moans fill the room as I grip her cheeks more forcefully.

  “Keep it up, baby. Don’t stop, Miranda.”

  “Oh, Hunter,” she wails before falling on her shoulders. I let go of her hair, too mesmerized by her shameless abandon to stop her. Just when I think it can’t get any better, she surprises me. She slows down slightly, circles her hands around her back and spreads her butt cheeks open. She’s now riding my cock in circular motions. Fucking Lord. This is equivalent to dropping a match on spilled gasoline. I swear I’m about to ignite. My balls are throbbing so hard it hurts. My release is imminent.

  “Sweetie, come for me.” She ignores my command. She’s too focused on riding me like a champion. I grab hold of her hips to catch her attention, but that does little to slow her down. I lean forward and slide one hand between her legs, giving her no other choice but to succumb to my will. “I’m about to shoot my load inside you and there’s no way that’s going to be enjoyable if you don’t come first,” I growl. My voice is rough and I struggle to control the tremor because I’m that close to losing it.

  “I’m not—”

  I cut her off midsentence with one last hard thrust inside her pussy. I squeeze her clit gently between my thumb and index finger before pumping three quick times. I hold tight at the last stimulus, forcing the orgasm I demand of her.

  She climaxes in a frenzy of heated cries, screaming out my name over and over again. Her descent triggers mine. As she fights the convulsing pulses causing her body to quiver uncontrollably, she jerks her hips up higher and pushes against me hard. Perfection. My muscles tighten, my breathing stops and my vision blurs. I can’t see anymore. I can only feel. My orgasm seizes me from head to toe and my body jerks a few times before I spill myself inside her, roaring like a wild animal. Our breathing is uneven and fills the room as tribute to the most heart-stopping sexual interlude we’ve shared so far.

  My shaky legs fail me and I collapse on my hands with her still underneath me. The length of my limbs is my only saving grace. Since she’s much shorter than I am and every part of her body is smaller than mine, I don’t crush her. I slant my body to the right and fall on my side against the mattress, pulling her down with me. I embrace her and she snuggles her ass against my exhausted cock.

  “Damn. That pussy of yours is best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I laugh. “That was off the charts.”

  “I agree. That was amazing,” she murmurs.

  “I’d say that was the best ever and it’s been pretty wild between us.”

  “Seems like it gets better every time,” she says softly.

  She’s right. “We might have to do this half a dozen more times today,” I say, kissing her shoulders. “Let’s see if we can take it up a notch or ten,” I tease.

  “What?” She whips her head to the side and looks at me with wide eyes. Her hair cascades all over my face and I have to brush it away to see her again. “And you expect me to survive six more rounds like this?” she asks, dumbfounded.

  “Who said anything about you surviving?” We both laugh. “Seriously. As far as I’m concerned, we just set the bar for everything to come from here on end. Every time I fuck you, we have to surpass this.”

  “You’re crazy.” She giggles.

  “That’s right, your sweet little ass drives me loco.”
r />   “Now you know exactly how I feel about your cock.”

  “See. This is a match made in heaven—your ass and my cock. We totally need to start exploring that soon.”

  I expect her to come back with a sassy retort, but she goes silent for a few seconds before speaking again. “I love you so much, Hunter.”

  I embrace her a little tighter before whispering in her ear. “Ditto, sweetie.” I pause for a beat. Feeling the urgent need to share what’s weighing at my heart, I confess, “I’ve never been in love before. Now that you own that part of me, sex has become a whole-body experience that leaves me spent, exhausted, and done for. In the same token, I’ve never felt this utterly satisfied. Ever.”

  “God,” she breathes. “Once again your words take me by surprise. How do you expect me to live up to that?”

  “You always have and I know you always will.”

  “I missed this.”

  “Me fucking you hard?” I joke.

  She laughs. “That too. I meant you holding me in your arms like this. I feel safe.”

  “But I held you every night while you were healing.”

  “Yeah, but now I’m able to respond.”

  “I see. I’m glad the Miranda I fell for is back.”

  “So am I.” She brings my hands to her lips and drops a few kisses against them. I respond by pressing my lips against the top of her head. “I know earlier you said you had plans for us, but honestly I wouldn’t mind staying in bed for the rest of the day. There is nowhere else I’d rather be than here spooned against you. I can live on your love alone.”

  Well, screw San Diego. We’re staying right here.

  “So you think you can forgo food?” I mock.

  She flips around in my arms to face me and I brush her hair back to gaze at her beautiful face. “I know so,” she says defiantly.

  I raise an eyebrow teasingly. “You sound so certain.”

  “That’s just proof of how much I love you.” She wiggles closer and rubs her nose affectionately against mine.

  I stroke her face. “Say it again,” I order.

  She cups her hand around my cheeks and smiles. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

  Suddenly her stomach growls and we both crack up.

  “I might not be a doctor, but I think your body is telling a different story. Seems like my love isn’t enough.” I chuckle. “Maybe I should feed you now that I’ve fucked you so well. Not to mention that I need to refuel. After all, I did promise you six more orgasms before sundown.”

  “Tsk.” She rolls her eyes at me. “Oh, come on. We both know you were kidding around. There’s no way any human being on this planet has that kind of stamina. I don’t care how big your cock is. That’s never going to happen.” I stare at her for a few short seconds without saying a word. She blinks, uncertain. “Okay, maybe once or twice. I’ll grant you that much, but more than that would simply be preposterous.”

  My lips pull up to form a cocky smile. “I’m sure you’ll sing a different tune tomorrow morning when you’re unable to get out of bed.”

  Slap.

  * * *

  After a shower that led to me ravishing Miranda again and taking me one step closer to fulfilling my promise to her, we tramp down the stairs, desperate to fill our stomachs.

  “What do you want to eat?” I ask as we enter the kitchen. “I know it’s only nine thirty now, but I’ll need something more substantial than a bowl of cereal. We have food prepared by Lucinda and tons of dishes your Nona carefully stocked in my fridge. I’m so famished, I’m ready for a big meal.”

  “Nona said she prepared one of my favorites,” she declares, marching towards the refrigerator.

  “Which is? Your grandmother loaded us up with enough food to last us a month—and that takes into consideration the fact that Collin will be coming over every night to eat with us. Your Nona claims they’re all your favorites.”

  She laughs. “It’s true I like them all, but I have a particular penchant for her beef braciole.”

  “Translation, please.”

  “Slow-cooked beef rolls cooked in tomato sauce stuffed with prosciutto, aka Italian ham, pine nuts, onions and herbs. It’s lip-smackingly delicious,” she says before opening the fridge.

  “I’m sold,” I cheer.

  “I see a bunch of ingredients I can use to prepare a big hearty Italian salad and also throw in cured meats and pepperoncini hot peppers to add a little zing,” she says with her head stuck in the fridge. “If you have some fresh bread, that’s a bonus.”

  “I’m pretty sure your grandmother thought we were going to open an Italian bakery or something. I think we had half a dozen loaves of Calabrese bread in the freezer.” I laugh.

  “That’s Amore,” she cheers, meeting my gaze. “Like every grandmother on this planet… and those who’ve traveled to heaven,” she says, pointing at my inked sleeve referring to my own grandmother, “Nona shows her affection through food. Trust me, you’re in for a treat. The best part is it’ll only take a few minutes to heat up. Sit down. I’ll do all the work,” she commands, waving her finger at me.

  “Nonsense. I’ll help,” I protest, reaching out and grabbing her hand. I pull her close into my embrace. “I don’t want you to overexert yourself. Remember, I need you to conserve enough energy for later. Why do you think I’m only wearing sports shorts and I demanded you wear one of my old t-shirts without any underwear underneath?” I waggle my eyebrows. “Five more times, baby. Five.”

  She swats my chest with a teasing smile hanging from her lips. “Haven’t you had enough?”

  “I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.” I feign being insulted.

  She places a hand against my naked chest, her touch and eyes filled with tenderness. We stare at each for a long moment. I’m completely lost in her beautiful eyes. “Seriously, Hunter, I’ve been lying on my back for way too long. Now that I feel much better, allow me to do this for you,” she implores. “I’m just so grateful to be back on my feet.”

  I can’t argue with that. “You have yourself a deal. While you take care of the food, I’ll grab us some wine. Both your mother and grandmother insisted on stocking up on Italian wines.” I grin. “I’ll open a bottle of Chianti for me and I’ll grab the Soave that’s chilling in the fridge?”

  She breaks free from our embrace and takes a step back. “At this time of the day?” she asks, surprised. “It’s not even lunchtime yet.” She points at the clock.

  I shrug. “Cocktail hour is about to kick off in London,” I respond in a matter-of-fact way. “And it’s in full swing in every city in Italy.”

  She shakes her head. “Well, in that case, let’s throw caution to the wind.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  I march to the living room to grab the bottle of red wine and quickly return to the kitchen to set the table just as Miranda puts the meat and frozen loaf in the oven—she hates using the microwave. Without wasting a second, she turns to the kitchen island where she dropped the vegetables for the salad and starts chopping. I head to the fridge to grab the bottle of white wine she’ll enjoy and I pull out a couple of glasses that I place on the counter. I fill both glasses and hand her hers. She wipes her hands on a cloth and takes it from me. She flashes me a huge complicit smile.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this. Soon, we’ll turn into winos.” She laughs.

  “It’s fun to break from convention. Coloring outside the lines is good for the soul. I definitely wouldn’t suggest this if we were having waffles or pancakes, but we’re having a full meal. We won’t even feel the effect of the alcohol. Now lift your glass, woman, instead of feeling guilty,” I coax. “Cheers,” I say, touching my glass against hers.

  “Cin Cin!” She beams.

  We each take a sip of wine before resting the glasses against the counter. She goes back to chopping and I set the table. Within a flash, everything is ready.

  “God, your grandmother’s recipe smells insane,” I exclaim
, inhaling the delicious aromas filling the kitchen.

  “Wait ’til you sink your teeth into it, then you’ll really be impressed.” She pulls out the beef braciole out of the oven and carefully balances it all the way to the table. I follow her like a starving puppy, too eager to see what the finished dish looks like. The second I catch sight of the bubbling tomato sauce, my mouth waters.

  “I’m warning you now, I doubt there’ll be any leftovers,” I declare as a challenge.

  “Good. You’d make Nona a happy woman. Do you mind serving us? I’m just going to run upstairs and grab my phone. I have to send her photos. This’ll make her day. She’ll be so proud, she’ll show all her friends.” She giggles, heading towards the stairs. She comes running down a few minutes later holding her phone in front of her and snapping shots as if she’s paparazzi. After a few dozen, she stops. “Let’s begin before it gets too cold,” she announces.

  “You definitely don’t have to tell me twice,” I say, grabbing a spoonful of the meat dish and serving her before doing the same for myself. I reach out for the bread and drop one of the smaller pieces on her plate while I select a more substantial chunk for me. We smile at each other before digging in. “Oh, Jesus,” I shout after swallowing the first bite. “I might have to fly your Nona in once a month for her to prepare this for us. This is absolutely spectacular.”

  She giggles. “Now you know why it’s my favorite dish. It’s simple and prepared with basic ingredients, like pretty much every Italian recipe, but there’s something about this one.”

  “Can you prepare this?” I ask, pointing at my plate with my fork. Good Lord, I might have to marry her if she says yes.

  She nods. “I can. I do a good job, but nothing compares to my grandmother’s version. Nona simmers the tomato sauce for hours before she starts preparing this dish. I usually don’t have that kind of time. She’s also a snob when it comes to tomatoes.” She laughs. “She’ll only buy the San Marzano ones. I usually buy whichever tomatoes are at the grocery store. As much as I hate to admit it, it does make a big difference.”