Page 95 of Rescuing Mia

When I reach my goal, my fingers find her hard nipple, teasing it between my fingers.

She shivers against me, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through both of us.

Her entire body trembles under my touch.

I pull back from the kiss slightly, looking down into her eyes. They’re dark and full of lust. Her lips are parted and glisten from our kisses.

“Mia,” I whisper before trailing my tongue down her jaw and across her collarbone, following with my fingertips. “You’re mine. Never forget it.”

Mia’s breath comes in short, sharp pants as I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking with ravenous desire. My fingers continue their dance around her clit, teasing and tormenting until she’s writhing in my grasp.

She grips my wrist tightly, begging for more. Her hips buck and thrust against my hand, trying to find that perfect spot that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.

The water cascades down our skin, taking our scents with it, mixing them together into a unique fragrance that is all ours.

It smells of love, lust, and need.

The heat of the water against our skin only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through us both. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she tries to steady herself against this overwhelming onslaught of pleasure.

She trembles beneath me, and her walls clench around my finger as her climax finally catches up to her. Our kiss muffles her cries of pleasure as she arches her back in ecstasy.

Once her orgasm runs its course, Mia takes my aching cock in her hand. I thrust into her hand, my hips bucking wildly against the pleasure she brings. She strokes in time with my thrusts, looking upat me with heat in her eyes. I tip my head back, moaning, as she grips me tighter.

In some form of contortionist magic, Mia twists and slides down to her knees in the cramped shower. She guides my hard length toward her wet lips and looks up at me as if asking for permission.

“Fuuuuck, Mia, you have no idea how hot you look on your knees.” I cup the back of her head and slowly pull her mouth to my aching cock.

Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing and tasting before she slowly takes me in, down to the root.

She bobs her head up and down, swallowing me with a reverent moan as her fingers dance on my thighs, teasing and stroking as she takes more of me into her mouth. Her throat works as she goes deeper, her nose pressing against my stomach with every bob of her head.

Mia’s eyes shut tightly as she focuses solely on pleasuring me. I groan into the wet heat of her mouth, feeling the pleasure wash over me like a tidal wave. The sounds of slurping and sucking fill the small space between us, creating an erotic symphony in my ears.

My orgasm builds.

It’s like a storm brewing within me, dark clouds rolling and lightning flashing as it builds to an intense crescendo. My hips buck and jerk with each stroke of her tongue against my sensitive flesh.

The feel of her hot, wet mouth sends shivers down my spine. Her scent surrounds me: the warm, salty taste of desire mixed with the clean scent of water.

Every time she pauses to swallow, I gasp for more.

She looks up at me with hooded eyes, her cheeks hollowing as she takes more of me into her mouth. Her fingers tease and torment every nerve ending they can find.

I grab her hair gently, pushing deeper into her mouth. She sucks harder, wrapping her lips tightly around me as I thrust. My fingers dig into her shoulders.

She looks up at me, eyes filled with lust, and that’s it. My orgasm crashes through me like an unstoppable tsunami.

“Oh fuck, Mia,” I gasp as my hips jerk forward in a violent motion.

My cum spurts into her mouth, hot and thick. She swallows every drop, moaning as she does. Her tongue laps at the head of my cock, milking the last drops of pleasure from it before she pulls away with a satisfied grin.

I reach down and pull her back to her feet. Without a word, we wrap our arms around each other and simply hold on as tight as we can.

From there, we take our time, learning each other anew.

There is no urgency and no rush toward completion.

There is only the slide of skin against skin, the brush of fingers against sensitive flesh, and the whisper of breath against eager lips.