Too Sweet (Hayes Brothers #3)(60)

“Okay, now it’s nice. Do it again. It doesn’t hurt.”

“I told you I won’t fucking hurt you.” I cover her mouth with mine, teasing her tongue while I pull out and push back in. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Being with her, being inside her, is surreal. I never want to be anywhere but this close to her. Ever.

My moves remain cautious for a while before I’m confident enough to up the tempo. She moans, arching off the bed, kissing my neck, face, and lips while her nails glide up and down my back, drawing faint lines.

I’ve never been so aroused. Every thrust is fucking sacred. Every sound she makes blows my mind. She’s a drug, and I’m addicted to the point of madness, my chest heavy with overpowering emotions.

I’ll make this work. For her, I’ll be the best version of myself.

“I need to be deeper,” I say, sitting back on my calves. “You need to feel me deeper. Turn around and kneel.”

“My legs are too weak.”

It’s been a while since her last orgasm, but her knees still buckle when she tries to get in position.

“I’ll hold you.” I pull her up, wrapping my arm over her stomach and turning her around. “Grab the headrest. Don’t let go until I tell you.”

I cuff her wrists in one hand and hold her hip with the other as I slip inside, pressing my face into her hair.

“Oh God,” Mia breathes, her legs buckling again.

“There it is.” The angle lets me sink balls-deep, her tight pussy like a gloved fist around my shaft. I have to summon all my restraint not to come. “Don’t move your hands,” I grunt in her ear when she starts wriggling them out of my grasp. “You’re already almost there, aren’t you? Chase it, Mia. Focus on how good it is when you’re with me.”

Another satisfied, loaded moan ricochets off the walls, fueling my arousal. Sweat coats my back, my orgasm building at the base of my spine. I spread my fingers over her throat, pulling her back until she rests against my chest, and I tilt her chin up, watching pure ecstasy paint her face.

I’d love nothing more than to squeeze a bit and control how much air she takes in, but I’ll bruise her if I use my fingers as a necklace, and that’s not happening. Instead of elevating the high that way, I settle for upping the pace, driving into her faster.

“I don’t think—” she chokes, her breathing hiccuping when my fingers toy with her nipples. “I can’t handle another one.”

“You can.” I kiss her shoulder, holding my primal instincts at bay. I’ll lose it if I’m not careful, and she’s not ready for me when my brakes give out. I can’t fuck her hard and fast yet. Not while she’s learning how to take me. “Don’t think, Mia.” A few more deep thrusts, and I’m literally shaking, trying to hold off so we’ll come in sync. “Now, baby. Let me feel you.”

The second she spasms around me is the second I come too. Mia moans and shakes, clawing my arm as I grip her chin, turning her head to drink those moans straight from her lips.

I thrust a few more times, riding the orgasm until it’s too intense, and I stop, holding her upright while she trembles all over, her petite body limp.

“I think I like sex more than kissing,” she admits when we fall back, my arms around her hot frame. “I’m giddy.” She presses the back of her trembling hand to her forehead.

“Not what I was going for, but I’ll take it.”

She opens her eyes, beaming at me. Her post-sex face is just like her: adorable. “What were you going for?”

“Satisfied and exhausted.”

“Mission accomplished. I know I need to go grab a shower, but I’m afraid my legs won’t hold me.” She flips onto her tummy. “I knew you’d make this amazing.”

My legs are weak too, but it doesn’t stop me scooping her off the bed. I can’t recall ever coming so fucking hard. I stand Mia under the shower and turn it on, one arm wrapped around her middle while she holds onto my neck.

“I’ve never been so weak, no matter how hard I pushed myself at the gym,” she says, smiling up at me.

“You’ve been working out all wrong.”

“I feel like I’ve run eight hours straight. Why did you let me have three orgasms?”

“Let you? You make it sound like I get to decide whether you can have an orgasm.” I grab a bottle of shower gel and lather it all over her body, taking extra care with her perfect, perky boobs and swollen pussy. “Making you come is my job, Mia. I’m not here to hand out permissions.” She turns around, pressing her soapy boobs to my chest and making me groan. “Keep doing that, and you’ll get three more.”

TWENTY-THREE
Mia

THE BITTER SMELL OF COFFEE pulls me out of sleep when the mattress dips behind me. Warm fingers brush the hair off my nape while I lay motionless on my stomach, one knee bent, one arm under the pillow.

Nico kisses the spot where my spine starts, then moves lower, pressing his lips to every vertebra. He stops between my shoulder blades, nosing a line back up to kiss my temple, his warm breath fanning my skin.

“Morning.”

My back arches, and I stretch my arms, then flip onto my back, rubbing sleep from my eyes. “What time is it?”

He gets up, grabbing his coffee from the nightstand. Another one is there, waiting for me. Gray tracksuit bottoms hang loosely over his hips, his tattooed chest in my face, reminding me of the desire burning in his eyes last night. Black hair falling carelessly to his forehead, and muscles on his arms shifting beautifully with every move he made.