Elliot

My mind wages war against my entire body, warning me about the swell of feelings threatening to overwhelm me. Kissing Mira is like tasting the sweetest poison.

Mira wraps her legs around my waist, then presses herself against the cock hardening beneath my sweatpants and makes me gasp.

The whole world vanishes as we tease, nip, suck... two tongues fighting for dominance. Mira adds a touch of pain by pulling the hair at my nape. I take it as permission to seize her round ass and squeeze it in my hands, making her release a delighted cry against my lips. Mira pushes my head aside to find the perfect angle before kissing my throat.

I explore more of her body as she gains confidence and does whatever she wants with me. Her tongue tastes my sensitive skin. I tip my head back with a moan, encouraging her boldness. When she grinds against my erection, I can't stop my eyes from rolling back in pleasure.

Mira kisses me with a passion I want to match. As if she senses the kind of man I've kept imprisoned for years and wants to set him free. Instead of giving in to fear and running, I release the part of myself I've hidden from the rest of the world.

Mira rolls against my cock in a perfect rhythm, sending a wave of heat exploding along my spine. When a groan escapes me, she immediately swallows the sound as though it never existed.

I pull back, breathing hard.

"If you want to stop, now is the time."

"What?" she asks, puzzled.

"If you don't want to go any further..."

Her lips crash into mine, annihilating every doubt. With her legs still locked around my waist, I rise unsteadily. She laughs and clings more tightly to me. My cock throbs all the way to my bedroom. Every step is torture as her lips subject my neck to every imaginable torment.

I drop Mira onto my bed. She lets out a cry that becomes a moan the moment I kneel and swiftly pull off her pants.

She props herself on her elbows and fixes me with a scorching look. I press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh before sliding her panties down her legs.

"Enjoying the show?"

"I like seeing you beg on your knees."

"I'm not begging."

"Practice makes perfect."

I take her challenge for exactly what it is. I spread her legs and delicately kiss my way up her thighs to her mound before devouring her like a starving man. The liquid proof of her desire on my tongue drives me mad. We moan together. I run the tip of my tongue along her slit to her clit. Mira rewards me by arching off the mattress with a cry of pleasure.

I leave no part of her untouched. I mark her pussy with my mouth to show her exactly whom she belongs to. Her legs tremble on my shoulders as I take her to the edge of orgasm, only to deny it before she can shatter. Whimpering, she grips my hair as if her life depends on it. I merely smile before stroking her with my tongue again and sucking her clit with focused attention.

I already found Mira's laughter addictive, but her sensual moans are utterly intoxicating. I could listen to them for the rest of my life without tiring of them. I slide one finger inside her and find her soaking wet for me. She arches her back in pleasure, and I pause to admire her. She grows impatient beneath my stare and mutters a curse. I reward her with a second finger.

Deep satisfaction fills me at the thought that this version of Mira belongs only to me. Money, fame, and power don't matter. I'm the one she so desperately wants between her legs. It's my name she cries toward the ceiling when I push a third finger into her.

She is all mine.

For now.

I push the thought away and change my pace, thrusting my fingers into her faster and faster while taking her clit between my lips and sucking it.

When Mira finally breaks apart before me, a burning shiver runs through me. I wait for her moans to turn to gasps before ending my sweet torture. I press a small kiss to her thigh and stand on unsteady legs.

"So, did I meet your expectations?"

"I couldn't spell the word 'expectations,' much less define them right now."

I lean over her laughing and brace myself on my elbows.

"I love your laugh."

Mira strokes my back, sending another wave of heat through me. Her mouth presses against mine. She runs her tongue over my lips and tastes the evidence of her arousal. I tremble.

I pull off her T-shirt. Her bra, the last obstacle between my tongue and her breasts, doesn't last long either. My lips trace a path from one to the other, sucking hard enough to leave my mark. With this woman, I turn into an animal.

My only desire is to give her pleasure. I want to see her clutching the sheets at the height of ecstasy.

When Mira reaches to stroke my cock through the fabric, I seize both wrists and pin them above her head.

"Tonight is about you, not me."

I mean it. I didn't invite her here for sex. Having her in my bed is a bonus.

"You don't want my help with your little problem?" she asks with a pout.

"Before making that kind of offer, you should take a man to dinner first."

"Oh, my pussy wasn't enough for you?"

"Fuck..."

Mira wraps her legs around my hips again and draws me toward her until my erection presses against her sex. She uses my surprise to free her hands.

"Stop being so noble. It doesn't suit you."

Her palm follows the waistband of my sweatpants before pulling them down along with my boxers. My T-shirt quickly joins them on the floor.

"I can't offer you a serious relationship."

She stops and looks at me with her head tilted.

"Okay."

Really? I expected at least a moment's hesitation.

"I mean it."

She rolls her eyes, annoyed.

"Yes, I'm sure you do. Now stop acting like a walking cliché and continue. I want the rest of the show."

My expression turns predatory. Mira's hands roam my chest, following the contours of my muscles.

"It's so unfair."

"You won't be complaining in a few minutes."

I take a condom from a package in my bedside table, one I grabbed from the family jet last week just in case. Mira takes the little gold-foil wrapper before tracing the vein along the underside of my cock with her fingertip. My nails dig into my palms at the sensation.

She teases me a little longer before rolling the condom down my shaft. I don't know how she does it, but every movement is sensual, and I'm willing to do anything to experience more.

"Just so we're clear, should I scream your name or Grant's?"

I push her onto the mattress. She laughs before gasping at the impact.

"I dare you to try."

Her toes curl before my eyes. Little devil.

"Fair warning: if you scream any name but mine, you might not be able to walk home tomorrow."

I stroke her wet folds with my thumb before pushing two fingers inside to confirm she's still drenched.

"Walk? Who needs to walk?"

Her eyes fix on my glistening fingers when I lift them to my mouth and lick them clean.

Mira gives a tiny, startled gasp, her eyes widening. I want to recreate that expression by fucking her until she's breathless.

Her gaze remains transfixed as I position my cock at her entrance and slowly push inside. She winds her legs around my hips to hold me in place.

As if I would leave paradise now that I've found it.

Mira shivers when I gently withdraw, then push a little deeper. Her back arches as I repeat the motion and gain another few inches. Her flesh tightens around me. With every thrust, I move closer to being fully buried in her body. Her heels dig into my ass to pull me flush against her.

"Come on. Fuck me like you mean it," she says hoarsely.

The command sets my blood on fire. I obey, driving into her again, this time to the hilt. She arches and offers me her full breasts. I bend to lick one nipple.

Mira's moans sound like sweet harmony to my ears.

"I have one last question," I say, smiling against her skin.

She growls in frustration, and I find it incredibly sexy.

I lift my head and slide one hand down her body to grip one cheek of her ass. Then I pull back a few inches before slamming into her. Her startled gasp makes me smile.

"Do you still want your ruler? I can find one right now so we can settle the argument."

"No, that's fine. I think I can feel you in my throat."

My entire body burns with desire. I start moving again. We find the perfect rhythm as sweat coats our bodies. We are two beings lost in the harmony of our deep breaths, each enslaved by the other's erotic touch.

I drive into her again and again. Mira trembles every time. I love watching her breasts bounce. I've never seen anything as beautiful as Mira consumed by passion. The ache that always forms in my chest around her intensifies until it hurts. I take her over and over as though I've completely lost my mind, which isn't far from the truth. Fascinated by her whimpers, I immerse myself in the sensation of being inside her.

Her hands explore my body. As her nails dig into my back, she bites my neck where I'm most sensitive. Mira is wilder than I ever imagined, which makes me want to test her limits.

I was right: Miss Bubbly has a hidden side. I never expected it to be this one... Mira is everything I could have wanted in the bedroom and more.

If this is what it feels like to be with someone who is pure sunshine, I'll gladly be burned. As many times as it takes.

When she reaches heaven a second time, Mira takes me with her, and we fall into release together.