Page 11 of Gilded Bird

One day I hope to give it to her, so she never forgets how important to me she is.

“First you need to get her to want more than a few orgasms from you,” I remind my mirror image before I turn and head out.

This time I show up at her place a little less on edge. Waking up without her earlier pissed me right off. Mika left my room out of guilt, no other reason. Guilt that her son will be upset if he finds out. Or that others might judge a woman her age for being with a man my age.

What the hell should we care about what anyone else thinks?

Knocking at her door, I am anxious to see her. Being away from her has always made me feel wrong. It was as if a part of me was out in the world, and I was just barely surviving without it. Now that I’ve had her, now that I know it’s even better than I dreamt, that feeling is even worse.

“Hi,” her sweet voice calls as she opens the door. I spin back to face her, the wind punching out of my lungs.

As if wanting to tease me, she is in a yellow dress. Sexier than the dress I mentioned her wearing once before. It shines in the late afternoon sunshine, making her skin glow beautifully. Thin straps hold the silk number on her perfect frame, a high slit framed by soft ruffles showing off her long, thick legs.

“Holy hell,” I manage, rubbing my hand across my mouth as it waters. “Mika, baby, you look amazing. I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

Mika flushes pink, showing how the sun has perfectly kissed her skin. Reaching out, I grab her wide waist, hauling her against me. Sighing, she tips her head back, her pink lips parting for my tongue as I lick into her mouth. I almost want to pick her up and carry her back to bed. But I want to give her this night, I want to show her I want more than to get between her thighs. But hell, if I don’t want between those thick, creamy thighs.

“You look good too,” she whispers against my mouth as we break apart.

Rolling my brow against hers, I take a trembling breath. Her sweet floral scent fills my lungs. I am pleased when I smell me on her too. My cologne, my skin, my cum still between her legs. I grunt and kiss her again, recalling the last time I was inside her just hours ago. The memory of her soft moans, her clutching at me as she came will have to get me through the night.

“Come on, beautiful. I said I don’t want to share you, but I cannot wait to show you off,” I admit with another soft, slow kiss at her soft mouth.

Taking her hand, I lead her out to the waiting car, helping her in the back. Sliding in close to her, I can’t help myself. I slid my hand into that slit in her dress, feeling the heat of her sex. I sigh and burrow my face in her neck, indulging in my obsession for her.

“Mmm, you smell so good. What do you wear? I wondered for so long.”

“It-it’s Miss Dior…. Oh!” She sighs when I kiss her leaping pulse, dragging my nose along her jaw.

“Good, I am going to get you a hundred bottles of it. It drives me crazy,” I admit, pulling back to smile at her in the darkness.

Mika flushes, bowing her head, but I won’t have that. Reaching out, I grasp her chin, tipping it back up. I stare into her beautiful eyes, willing her to see how much I adore her shining in mine. She must see something because her pulse thumps faster, her chest rising fast.

“You still wear that same cologne,” she murmurs, reaching out to touch my throat.

“Yeah, I do. It was the nicest gift anyone had ever given me. Made better because it was you. You still like to dance, baby?”

Mika’s entire face lights up as the car rolls to a stop. Outside, thumping salsa music fills the warm air. Nodding, she grins as I throw the door open and help her out. Laughing when she sees the hole-in-the-wall bar I brought her to, with broken neon lights, blaring salsa music, and the smell of birria in the air, she seems pleased with my choice.

“I do. Yes, I would love to go dancing, Maddox.”

“Well, that’s perfect. You can show me how,” I wink at her, leading her inside.

We head towards the bar where we ask for two shots of tequila. With a squeeze of lime and a lick of salt, we shoot the shots fast. I take her to the floor, and I am immediately glad I brought her here. Mika turns, her back to my front, her ass shaking side to side, circling, rocking, giving Shakira a run for her money as she moves to the beat.

I wind an arm around her and follow her lead, not that I know what I am doing. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is how she feels pressed against me. How the smile never leaves her face. We dance until she kicks off her heels and I gladly take them, watching her twirl with other women, laughing, and having a good time.

At one point, she sees me watching her and I wait for her to lose her smile, to quiet her laughs, to hide the way I’ve seen her do for so long. Instead, she wiggles her fingers at me and meets me halfway, pressing her soft body against mine. I hold her close as I move with her, oblivious to the rest of the bar.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper against her jaw. “No one can take their eyes off you.”

“Hmm, too bad for them, huh?” she teases, leaning back as she shimmies her shoulders, laughing at me. Then she sobers, pressing closer as I stare at her totally transfixed.

“Yeah, baby, too bad for them. Want some tacos?”

Laughing, she nods, spinning in my arms to head towards the bar again. We take two more shots as we wait for the cheesy, messy birria tacos. Stunning me, she shakes the salt on her tits, giving them a shake to tease me. I swoop down, licking the salt and sneaking my tongue past her dress to lick at her stiff nipple. I do it again with the second shot she orders and this time, she squeezes the lime on her tongue, letting me suck it off.

Getting our food, we leave the bar to walk on the beach. Kicking off our shoes, we sit down near the water. It is a beautiful night, the skies glittering with stars overhead as the clear, warm water crashes on the shore.