Chapter 66 Always Yours

Chapter 66 Always Yours
Mia 

My hand lay on his belly, fingers drawing light lines over the soft hair going down, not pushing hard, just feeling his heat.

He moved a bit, his arm pulling me tighter against his side. His other hand found my chin, lifting it up easy until our eyes locked. In the dim light from the window, his look was deep, strong, holding me without talking. He leaned in slow, his lips touching mine light as a breath. I let out a small sigh, my body pressing closer, and he made the kiss a little firmer, his mouth warm and taking his time.

The kiss went on, tasting like the wine from dinner, sweet on his tongue as it slid into my mouth. He moved it slowly against mine, in easy loops, pulling out each feeling. My fingers bent on his stomach, nails scratching soft, and he made a low sound in his throat, the buzz going through his chest to me. 

When he pulled away, it was just enough to put his forehead on mine, our breaths mixing close.

“You’re everything to me,” he said, his voice a bit rough. His thumb ran over my bottom lip, puffy from the kiss, and I bit it light, making him laugh softly. That laugh sent a warm tingle down low in me, building in my belly.

I turned on my side to face him all the way, my leg over his thigh, my bare calf rubbing the rough hair there. He did the same, his hand on my hip, fingers spread out to hold me still. 

We stayed that way, just looking, remembering the lines around his eyes, the shadow of beard on his jaw. My heart got big, a pull of love that made everything more true.

His hand started to slide up my side, palm flat on my ribs. He followed the shape of my breast under my thin shirt, just holding it soft, his thumb going around the nipple getting hard. I bent into his touch, a small breath coming out, and he smiled that slow smile that always undid me. “Let me make you feel good,” he whispered, his lips by my ear.

I nodded, no words left as he pulled my shirt up, taking it off over my head with care. Cool air hit my skin, making bumps, but his warmth fixed it as he leaned to kiss my collarbone open and wet. 

His mouth was hot, damp, staying on each spot before going to the next, down to the top of my breast. He took his time, his tongue touching the tip light, going around until I made a small whine, then he put his lips on it and sucked easy.

The good feeling grew slowly and sure, like a warm light inside me. My hands went to his hair, fingers in the soft parts, keeping him near as he gave love to one breast, then the other. He didn’t hurry, didn’t take; each suck was even, building the warmth between my legs with soft care. I felt myself get wet, my pussy wanting more, but he seemed happy to stretch it out, to touch every bit.

When he let go of my nipple with a soft sound, his eyes met mine, dark with want. “Lie down,” he said, voice thick. I did, sinking into the pillows as he came over me, his body a nice weight on his arms. 

He kissed me again, deeper, his hips between my open legs. I felt his hard cock push on my thigh through his shorts, thick and ready, but he didn’t rub or push—just let it sit, showing what would happen.

His hands went down, fingers in the band of my shorts and underwear, pulling them off slow. I lifted my hips to help, and he slid them down my legs, his fingers leaving heat on my skin. 

Now bare under his eyes, I felt no shame—only safe openness. He sat back, looking at me, his face full of wonder. “You’re so pretty,” he said softly, and the truth in it made my face warm again.

He leaned down, kissing inside my knee, then up, his lips barely touching my thigh. Each kiss was light, planned, getting closer to where I needed without rush. 

My breath caught when his mouth got to the soft skin under my hip, his teeth touching light, sending little shocks up my back. I opened my legs more, asking him in, and he took it with a low groan, his breath hot on my folds.

His tongue hit me first, a wide, slow lick from bottom to top, tasting all of me. I moaned, hips up a bit, but he put a hand on my belly, keeping me down. “Slow down,” he said against my skin, the shake making me quiver. He licked again, wider, enjoying the wet starting there. His moves were easy, checking—going around my clit with his tongue tip, then down to push into my pussy, sliding in soft.

Time got fuzzy as he kept at me, building the tight feeling bit by bit. He sucked my clit in his mouth, soft and even, while his fingers helped, one going into me easy, bending to rub that deep spot. I said his name in a gasp, my body shaking, but he didn’t let me fall over—not yet. 

He pulled his mouth back just to say, “I want to feel you squeeze me,” then went back, his tongue moving quicker, but still in check, still soft.

My hands grabbed the sheets, the pleasure rising like a calm wave. He put in a second finger, filling me nice, moving with his licks.