Chapter 33：Mia

The way I'd looked at him before? Then it hit me. I was gazing at him through my lashes and had done my best to be pleasant so he'd drop the idea of taking me shopping.

"Oh," I murmured.

"Oh what?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh, I mean, I know," I said, referring to the sex part now. "I've heard." I paused and then added, "That is, I thought we'd wait until…"

He laughed. "Mia, do you know how hard it is for me to be around you?"

I stared at him. Obviously, I didn't and told him so with my confused expression. Of course, I was too focused on my own confusion and attraction toward him that I didn't pay any attention to his attraction and frustration toward me.

He looked pissed that I was so naïve. He grabbed my wrist, which took me by surprise, and made me touch him there. My fingers pressed against his hot, hard bulge, and my body shook deliciously in reaction. I blushed in embarrassment and tried to move my hand away. He, however, wouldn't let me. He made me spread my palm out, even with me resisting him, and cup him through his jeans. The evidence of him craving me grew more obvious as it got warmer and harder and larger.

"James," I squeaked, my heart racing.

He chuckled, and by the time I managed to escape his hold, I realized he had my borrowed shirt down and I was sitting in front of him, totally naked from the waist up. He was working on my jeans next, and I couldn't do anything except watch him. I felt as if I were in a dream, seeing everything but unable to do anything. My body felt so weak and warm and so obedient. It was submitting to his every command.

James pulled off my jeans and then my panties. I blinked as I suddenly realized I was totally and utterly bare as a newborn baby.

"You have a beautiful body, Mia," he said softly as he gazed at me, taking in every little detail.

My tummy knotted the longer he gawked at me. When he finally lifted his eyes, my heart did a somersault. Oh shit! I wanted to cry out. Those Prussian blues were on fire, and instantly my core reacted by tightening and twisting.

I didn't reply to his compliment, and I assumed he didn't want any since, as soon as he finished that proclamation, he dipped his head and took my nipple into his hot mouth.

The moment I felt the intense sensation, I sucked in my breath. My body shook as he nibbled and then sucked the sensitive bud. He took his fine time torturing that one, playing with it in fascination. When he was done, he did the same to the other, sucking, nibbling, and licking the flesh. As he was doing that, his hand moved down and cupped me, his palm spreading wide, his fingers warm and hard against my pussy. He rubbed against me, back and forth, as his mouth continued to suckle my nipple.

I couldn't help myself. My body and voice danced along in tune with his command. I groaned and whimpered. It just happened. I wanted to stay quiet, but I couldn't. I had no control over my own body. It sang out in pleasure as he continued to seductively ravish me. Then his finger went into me, and I cried out, "James! Ahh… I… James… Ngh… Ngh…"

His finger thrust in, and I became mindless. I clung to him as I cried out more. Then suddenly he made me lie back, and my body weakly and obediently followed his demand. I knew I must have looked like a little slut waiting to be pleasured. My mind, however, was too far gone from logic to even think that, to know that. From my unrestrained, wanton position, I watched blankly but with fascination as James undid his belt and then his zipper.

I sucked in my breath and felt myself stiffen. That was supposed to go into me. But how would it fit? I hadn't a clue.

When I managed to tear away my gaze and lift my eyes to his face, I noted him smiling. He was so pleased with himself.

"Don't worry, Mia. It'll fit," he said.

Shit! He knew what I was thinking. I was too busy feeling stupid to actually register he was on his knees once again and was pulling me toward him. By the time I realized this, he was lifting my hips, his large hands supporting the small of my back. Then he inserted the beast.

I blinked as I gritted my teeth. He was hot and hard and enormous, and I held my breath as he pushed in a little more and then more. I held on to the bedsheet as if my life depended on it. Suddenly a hot, intense pain erupted within me, and I gasped.

"Fuck!" he burst out. "Mia. You're so tight."

I bit my lip as he started thrusting faster and harder, and my pain slowly disappeared. I relaxed as I grew used to him inside me. Then I couldn't help myself and lifted my head, simply because I was curious. I swallowed hard when I saw him and me joining. Oh my God! He wasn't even in halfway yet.

"James," I whispered, my voice shaking.

He was watching me and spread my legs out even farther to accommodate him. As he did, he slid into me deeper and then started thrusting in again. Slowly I started feeling the pleasure take over my body and mind.

"James," I groaned softly. "Oh God," I murmured. "Ngh… Ngh…"

I clung to the duvet as he continued to drive in and out, and then suddenly I came, just like that. My core tightened and then shattered as my body spasmed and my vision went dark. It was a quick, exquisitely torturous spark.

I was breathing hard when I opened my eyes.

James's face was in front of me, watching. "You're not hurt, are you?" he asked.

I said breathlessly, "No, not really."

He smiled. "Good."