Page 7 of Gilded Bird

How often do we get to live out our dreams?

Leading Mika into my hotel room, her trusting eyes on mine, our hands tightly laced, I can’t believe this is happening. We left the restaurant after I admitted how badly I want her. Have always wanted her. How beautiful and perfect I think she is. Now I get to show her I meant those words.

“This place is beautiful,” she murmurs as she heads for the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the water. I had no idea we would end up here tonight, but when I got to my room last night, I thought of her.

“Now that you’re here, it certainly is.”

Mika turns to smile at me, giving me a look for the bad line. I laugh and go to her. I meant the line of course, but she is not ready to believe it. My hands frame her hips again, the way they did earlier, but I don’t touch her yet. Not until she shifts just slightly, pressing back until her hips fit into my hands.

Closing my eyes, I grip the softness, dragging her even closer. Dipping my head, I skate my mouth over her bare shoulders, wishing I could mark her skin here. Mark her skin wherever it counts to make it real that she is here and about to become mine.

“Mika,” I whisper against the slender column of her throat. Her pulse thrums against my lips and I smile. “I said I want to give you everything and I meant it. I waited a long time to let you know I wanted you. It was wrong of me to want you once, but it is not wrong now,” I whisper gently.

“It is,” she argues, her voice wavering. “How could you think of me this way? I made you peanut butter and bananasandwiches and picked you up from soccer practice. How can this not be wrong?”

“Because I am the one making the advances. I am grown, baby. Does it matter that I wanted you before I was grown? I don’t think so. I never would have put you in a bad position. I waited until the time was right.”

“What makes you believe the time is right, Maddox?”

“I waited until the divorce was done. Until you had some time to heal. I saw you on the beach today and you looked healed. I was not about to give another man a chance to sweep in. Once I saw you today, I just knew…”

Trailing off, I press kisses down her neck, my fingers grasping the silk of her dress. I hitch it up slowly, giving her a chance to tell me no. There is nothing about how she holds her breath as she trembles against me that tells me a no is coming. My teeth sink into her shoulder, and she gasps, her plump backside rocking back against my dick.

“Knew what? What did you know, Maddox?”

“That I couldn’t wait another day to have you.”

Hitching her dress up past her ass, letting it bunch at her hips, I kneel behind her. It is dark outside, the moon glittering on the water. Her gasp as I fill my hands with her ass makes my cock jerk in my slacks. Smirking against her left cheek, I kiss it then use my grip on her flesh to spread her open.

“Jesus, baby,” I growl when I see the strip of white cotton between her folds. Her panties are soaked with her arousal. “It’s so wet for me. Because you need to feel good again. I will do that for you, baby. I swear to you, I will make you feel so good,” I swear as I palm her cheeks, spreading them so I can bury my face between them.

If I died now, face deep in her pussy, I would die a happy man.

“Oh my god,” Mika moans, one of her hands coming back to tangle in my hair.

Grinning against her, I suckle at the dampness soaking her panties. Using my tongue. I push the cotton out of my way, groaning as her sweet, saltiness floods my mouth. God, how many times have I dreamt of this? How many times did I lay in her house, cock in hand, pretending I had the nerve to go to her bedroom? Most of my orgasms have belonged to her because she is who I was thinking of.

Wiggling my tongue, I push it through her folds, spreading her. I suck at her as I find her swollen clit, lapping at it with slow, hungry strokes. My thumbs slip inside her and we both moan as her pussy clamps greedily around me. My cock is punching at my zipper, but he is just going to have to wait.

“If you knew how many nights I was beneath you, thinking about you, dreaming about coming up to your room. Taking care of you the way you deserve,” I whisper the words to the back of her thighs before I grasp her soft cheeks in my hands and dive back in.

Her folds are soaked, the wet sounds of my licking them filling the room. Soon, those sounds are joined by her moans. Soft, raspy little sounds as her hips rock back. I push my tongue inside of her and she shouts, whimpering my name in such a needy way, that I almost can’t take it. But I do. Because I want her to come in my mouth, I want to savor her orgasm and drink it down.

“Oh! Maddox,” she cries, her body twisting against the windows as she presses against them. “Oh, don’t stop, I’m going to come!”

Nodding, I keep one thumb inside her, pushing the other into her puckered ass. She shouts and her fingers yank at my hair until it burns my scalp. Her thighs tremble, her legs unable to hold her up as she comes hard. I feast on her pleasure, holdingher with my shoulders, licking and sucking until I get every single drop of her.

Standing, I haul her against me and cross the room towards the bed. I lie her down and fall against her, grasping her hands to pin them above her head. Pressing my mouth to hers, I groan as she licks her cum from my lips and tangles her tongue with mine. Then she whines something that makes my dick jerk greedily in my jeans.

“Say it again, baby,” I rasp, yanking her dress up and off. “Let me hear you say it. I need it more than I need to breathe.”

“Yes, yes, fuck me,” she pleads, eyes wild as they meet mine, her head nodding. “Please, I want you inside me. I shouldn’t, but I can’t think of anything else now. I want you to fuck me, Maddox.”

Growling, I yank at my belt and pull it off, winding it around her wrists. I loop it through the headboard and yank, forcing her arms up. Staring down at her, I tear my clothes off, grunting as I wrap a fist around my aching cock, pumping it slowly.

“You are so beautiful, baby,” I whisper, eating up the vision of her wanting and waiting for me. “Every single inch of you,” I lament.

Hand still wrapped around myself, I rub the swollen head, dripping with arousal, through her folds. But I don’t push in. First, I bend over her body, kissing a path down her throat, across her soft tits, suckling each nipple. I take time to kiss the small scar across her belly, and other marks at her body from giving birth. They’re beautiful and I want her to know they are not imperfections. They are the story of her love as a mother.