CHAPTER 44: MIA(R18)

He lowered the skirt further, revealing the full expanse of her lace-covered hips. The delicate fabric offered only a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath, fueling his desire even more. He pressed a kiss to the soft skin just above the lace, eliciting a shiver from Mia.

Ahh~~

"So beautiful," he breathed against her skin, his voice a low rumble. He trailed his fingers along the elastic band of her panties, teasing the edge of the lace. He watched her carefully, gauging her reaction, wanting to ensure that every moment was a shared experience, a mutual exploration of pleasure.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he slipped the panties down her thighs, pausing again before finally removing them completely. He drank in the sight of her, her nakedness a potent invitation. Her legs were long and slender, her skin flawless under the soft light of the room. He ran a hand along her inner thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her.

He returned his gaze to her face, his eyes filled with adoration. "Are you sure, Mia?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. He wanted her to know that she could stop at any time, that her comfort and pleasure were paramount.

She met his gaze, her eyes reflecting the same burning desire that consumed him. She reached out, threading her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. "Yes, Rhys," she whispered, her voice filled with longing. "Please, I also wanted it for many days."

She begged him, as her face hot and her breathing haggard as he nodded.

With a groan of pleasure, he leaned in, capturing her lower lips in a deep, passionate kiss. All hesitation vanished, replaced by an all-consuming need. He wanted to lose himself in her, to explore every inch of her body, to fully enjoy her body, like its their first time.

He kissed her intimately, his tongue exploring her depths. Lost in pleasure, she grabbed his hair, locking his head between her thighs as she cried out.

"Rhys, yes, Rhys, I love you, I love you! Please give me more," she moaned as Rhys moved his tongue deeper inside her.

Her body arched, a tight tremor running through her as she reached the precipice. A strangled cry escaped her lips, a raw, primal sound that echoed in the air. Waves of sensation washed over her, each one more intense than the last, pulling her under in a tide of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she crested the wave, her muscles clenching around him in a final, desperate plea. He paused, breathless, savoring the moment, feeling her release as a tangible thing against his own skin.

After a moment, she stood up pushing him as he fall on the Sofa and then she came near him.

"My turn~~~"

He watched, captivated, as she knelt before him. Her eyes, still locked on his, held a raw, untamed desire that mirrored his own. Her blonde hair cascaded around her face, framing her features in a halo of light. The image was intoxicating.

With a slow, deliberate grace, she reached for his belt buckle. The small click as it released echoed in the suddenly silent room. Her fingers danced over the button of his pants, deftly undoing it, her touch sending shivers down his spine. He remained still, allowing her to take control, reveling in her assertiveness.

She pushed his pants down, revealing his hard, throbbing cock straining against his boxers. He watched calmly as she slowly lowered the elastic band, freeing him from the confines of the fabric.

He was fully erect now, pulsing with anticipation. Mia reached out, her hand gently encircling him. He groaned, his head falling back against the sofa as she began to stroke him, her touch both gentle and firm.

"It seem, your holy Sword also missed me" She said smiling as she took a sniff of his manly sent, feeling intoxcated.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and playful confidence. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. "Just relax, Rhys," she whispered. "I’ve got you."

And with that, she lowered her head, taking him fully into her mouth.

The sensation was electric. Mia’s mouth enveloped him completely, her lips hot and wet against his skin. He grabbed her hair as she began to move.

She ran her tongue over him, up and down, before sucking him back into her mouth. It was an indescribable feeling, a mixture of pleasure and warmth that sent pulses of electricity through his entire body.

"Mia... Oh my God."

He felt her smile around him, the slight tugging of his skin in her mouth. Then she reached out her tongue, running it from the base all the way to the tip, and the pleasure

Sluuurp... The sound echoed in the room, sharp and intimate. He bucked against her mouth, his hips instinctively thrusting forward.

"Ahh... Mia," he moaned, his voice thick with lust. He felt himself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

Whimper... suck... gulp...

The sounds intensified as she increased her pace, her movements becoming more frantic. He could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his lower abdomen.

He closed his eyes, abandoning himself to the sensation. He was lost in the moment, consumed by the pure, unadulterated pleasure she was giving him.

Slurp... ahhh... slurp... He was on the verge.

"I’m... I’m close," he gasped, his body trembling.

She seemed to sense his impending climax, her grip tightening, her movements becoming more urgent.

Suck... slurp... gulp... MMMMM!

And then, the dam broke. He shuddered violently, his body convulsing as he released a torrent of pleasure into her mouth. He cried out, his voice raw and guttural.

" Here it Comes, Mia"

The wave of release left him weak and trembling. He pulled back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Mia looked up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction. Her lips were moist and swollen, her cheeks flushed.

He reached down, gently wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "God, Mia," he whispered, his voice still shaky. "You’re incredible."

He stood up, while she remained on the floor kneeling. He gazed down at her, his desire rekindled by the sight of her kneeling before him, her body flushed and aroused.

He reached out, pulling her up to stand before him. And then he pushed her on Sofa as he positioned himself behind her,

She landed on the soft cushions, her legs dangling over the edge.

He knelt down behind her, his hands gripping her hips. He ran his tongue along her inner thigh, eliciting a moan from her. He moved higher, his tongue tracing the outline of her swollen lips.

She cried out, her hips bucking against his mouth. He gripped her harder, holding her still as he continued his assault on her sensitive flesh.

And then standing back again, he positioned his cock,

He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her with the promise of penetration. He could feel her muscles clenching in anticipation.

"Ready?" he whispered in her ear.

And with that, thump, he plunged into her, his cock sliding into her tight heat. She moaned, a low ohhh rumbling in her chest, her back arching as he filled her.

He began to move, his thrusts deep and slow, whack...whack...whack. She felt so good, so tight and hot and wet around him.

He reached around her body, his fingers finding her clit.

Mia moaned, her head falling back against the sofa. Her hands gripped the cushions, her nails digging into the fabric.

He pounded into her, his hips driving against hers, thwack, thwack, THWACK, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. He could feel her clenching around him, urging him on.

He was lost in the rhythm, lost in the moment. He was consumed by the feeling of her body against his, the sound of her moans, ahhh... ahhh... filling his ears.

He thrust harder and harder, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

She cried out, a high-pitched eeeeh, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Her hips rocked against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He could feel the tension building inside her, her body coiling tighter and tighter.

And then she came apart, her body shaking and shuddering as her orgasm ripped through her. Ahhhh! Ahhhh! She felt her muscles clenching around him, and it was too much. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, his own release hitting him like a tidal wave.