Page 73 of Rescuing Mia
I claw at the sheets, my nails leaving long gouges in the fabric as I writhe beneath him.
He growls like a feral animal as he feasts on me, his mouth moving from my clit to my inner folds. His lips and tongue work in a skilled dance. I feel his hunger, the primal need that courses through him, and it makes me want him even more.
I arch my back, pushing my hips toward his mouth, wanting more of his attention. I’m soaking wet, my arousal slick and inviting. He laps it up, each flick of his tongue sending me closer to the edge. My breaths come out in short, sharp gasps, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Fuck—that’s it. Please, please don’t stop,” I beg, my voice breaks with passion.
He chuckles around me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. His hands, rough and calloused, grip my thighs, spreading me wide for him.
The sensation is overwhelming, and I claw at the sheets beneath me, trying to hold on to my sanity. My hips buck, thrusting against Rigel’s face, giving him exactly what he wants and more.
Then, he pushes his tongue inside me. I cry out in shock and pleasure, my orgasm building rapidly, the tension coiling tight within me. His tongue moves in and out, faster and deeper, driving me over the edge.
“You taste so good, Mia,” he growls, his voice thick with lust.
He drives two fingers deep inside me, fucking me with a fierce intensity that leaves me breathless. My orgasm builds higher and higher until I let out a shrill cry as I come undone.
My body shakes uncontrollably under his skilled hands, but Rigel doesn’t stop. He knows I need more and gives it to me, driving me higher and higher until I’m soaring through the clouds. I gasp for air, my entire body trembling as a second orgasm crashes around the first.
Intense pleasure washes over me, leaving me weak and spent.
Finally, as I lie there, panting and shuddering from the intensity of our encounter, Rigel kisses me gently, his lips soft and warm on mine.
“That was incredible,” I whisper, still catching my breath.
“We’re not done yet.” His gaze locks on mine. “We’ve barely begun.”
As my aftershocks subside, he pulls away, dragging me back to the edge of the bed.
There’s raw hunger in his eyes. His primal instincts have been unleashed.
“Nothing can possibly feel better than that.” My words come out breathless.
“Oh, babe, me fucking you will feel a thousand times better.”
“I can’t wait.” I’m eager for more and know Rigel will deliver.
“Is that so?” He whispers, his voice rough and low.
“Yes,” I gasp, my skin tingling with anticipation.
With a smirk, he drags me back up the mattress, crawling over me until I’m spread out before him.
Skin on skin, we explore each other with an urgency that speaks of hunger long denied. Each caress is a word in a language only we understand, each kiss a sentence, building a story of passion and connection.
“Mia,” he growls, his voice low and raw. “I need to be inside you. I want to feel you come around me.”
His words send a shiver up my spine, and I reach for him, pulling him closer. There’s no room for fear—only this desperate need to be joined with him.
I nod mutely, unable to find words, but I don’t need them. Our connection is already whole and complete. He pauses to slip on a condom, and then I cry out as he enters me in one long thrust. The sensation is both painful and exhilarating. He’s all heat and tension, filling me completely.
My body doesn’t resist the intrusion but rather welcomes him, urging him deeper. He moves inside me, slow at first, then faster as the rhythm takes over. I wrap my legs around him, my hands gripping his shoulders, as we fall into a feral, primal dance.
Every thrust brings with it another surge of pleasure, and I inch closer to the edge. I want this to last forever, but I know it can’t.
“More. Please.” I gasp, urging him on, my legs wrapping around him once again, inviting him to lose himself in me as I have in him. “Harder.”
“Always,” he answers, his movements a testament to the desire we’re both helpless to resist.