Breaking Through. AM Hartnett
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back in the crib before the tantrum starts.’
Eddie made a bit of a fuss as he was laid down, but he didn’t try to get up, and was silent as Miranda closed the door behind her.
Simon trailed her to the bathroom. As she washed up, she laughed nervously. ‘Just to be clear, this is a first. I never bring men home when I have baby-duty.’
‘The look of horror on your face when I showed up in the doorway pretty much told me that.’ He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned intimately close. ‘I didn’t mean to intrude, though.’
Miranda shrugged and began to dry. ‘It’s OK. At least you put your dick away.’
He looked down his body and laughed. ‘Well, I am a gentleman.’
‘Oh, yeah, you’re a real prince.’ She lifted her foot and nudged his calf with her toe. ‘Ready to go back?’
He gave her such a scoundrel of a look that she became ticklish, even more so when he tugged the belt of her robe. ‘Pick up where we left off?’
He dragged her down the hall and she hit the light on the way. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind her, Simon whisked the belt open and pushed the robe off.
Hands firm on her neck, he drew her closer and pressed his cheek close to hers. ‘Lie back and show me where you want my tongue.’
Such an explicit request rattled a moan from deep in her gut. She curled her toes into the carpet and leaned into his body.
‘A very, very bad man,’ she said on a sigh.
He gave her a gentle push. She lay back on the bed as she had when they first closed themselves in her bedroom but, instead of unleashing his cock as she had done before, she propped herself up on her elbows and drew her legs apart, and Simon fell to his knees.
‘Here,’ she said, her voice coming thick from the back of her throat as she rubbed her middle finger around her clit. ‘I want your tongue right here.’
Simon skimmed his tongue across his upper lip, and his lids seemed to become too heavy to keep open. His lashes fluttered as his fingers followed his gaze to her moist sex. He evaded her clit, instead crooking his finger into her pussy.
‘Not here?’
‘I want your cock there,’ she said in a sigh, and lifted her hips as he added a second finger. ‘Later. After …’
She slipped her fingers through his hair and made a fist as he lowered his head.
Just as he had before they had been interrupted, Simon used his silky tongue to taste, swiping only the tip in a crescent and coaxing her clit to swell. Miranda remained still as long as she could, but once the flat surface of his tongue began to lap through her pussy lips she began to writhe.
There was something so rich about having him between her thighs this time. In the car there had been urgency, and once in her bedroom there had been bravado. Now there was just the hush and the rhythm, her heartbeat drumming out a melody in tune with the motion of his tongue licking her. She couldn’t help but join it and rock against his greedy mouth.
She kept up that perfect momentum by pushing with her feet and bouncing her ass against the bedding, until he withdrew his probing finger and pressed down on the insides of her thighs. The growl that came from him vibrated against her clit. Though she stared at the ceiling, she felt his intense gaze upon her as he sealed his mouth around her pussy and started to suck her.
How he endured the desperate way she twisted his hair in her fingers was something she wondered only fleetingly as she climaxed. The rapture came out of nowhere, exploding through the swirling red mist created by the hot suction of his mouth, and wrapped her so tightly she couldn’t breathe.
Her mind was still lost and fumbling through the fog when she became aware of him rising up over her. Shapes formed as the splotches before her eyes faded: Simon had lost his jockeys and unfurled a new condom down his dick, and he reached beneath her ass and lifted her.
‘Oh’ was all she could say as he pulled her onto his lap and quickly guided his cockhead to her slick passage.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and slid along that rock-hard shaft. With every inch she became more lucid, and by the time he pushed her ass up Miranda was ready for him. She slipped her hands back into his hair, this time in the fluff at the back, and grinned at him as she began to push against the mattress to bounce over him.
‘Do you have any idea how dirty I feel right now?’ she said in the face of the expectation that was written all over him.
He groaned. ‘I was wondering how long it would take before it set in that you’re not the good girl you think you are.’
‘I never said I was a good girl,’ she countered, shunting over the thick head that plugged her, ‘but there’s something about you that makes me feel incredibly naughty.’
‘That’s because I’m a very bad man and a terrible influence.’ He said with a breathless rasp. ‘I’m not your type. I should leave, but if I do that I’ll drive myself crazy wondering how good to me you can be.’
‘Maybe, but you’re my bad influence right now,’ she murmured, and pressed her lips close to his ear. ‘So big and hard for me, and I’m so wet. How’s that for good to you?’
He clamped down and dug his fingers into the spheres of her ass. She realised she’d rendered him speechless with her body and her words. In moments he had gone from that grinning fiend to this grunting, rutting beast. He rolled her onto her back, keeping hold of her ass as he pumped her.
As the force of his body driving into hers became frenzied she remembered those marks on his ass and closed her fist in his hair. The harder he thrust against her, the harder she twisted.
Miranda egged him on, a filthy cheerleader chanting words into his head. With his grip keeping her down, his upper body crushing her, her voice and her hold on him were the only weapons left in her arsenal, and she made him bleed.
‘You gonna come in my tight pussy again?’ she hissed into his ear, and set him off like a bomb.
He curled his fingers into the flesh and spread her open as he pounded into her and lost the rhythm of his thrusts. He dragged her into the chaos with him, and once more Miranda was left breathless as he pushed the air out of her lungs with every thrust.
She held onto him, lungs burning from want of breath, as Simon became an engine running out of gas, then deflated completely and flopped away from her.
‘Jesus’ was all he said, his gaze vacant as he looked up at the light fixtures above their heads.
Miranda squirmed next to him and slung her arm over his sweat-dappled chest. Her head fizzed, but at least she could see straight. Simon rolled his eyes and blinked, and after a moment he gave himself a shake.
He turned his head to her and gave her a goofy grin. ‘So much for my plan to pace myself.’
‘Really? That was your plan?’
‘It was, and usually I’m pretty good at it, but as soon as you started with the dirty talk I couldn’t help myself.’
He sucked in a deep breath, and as his broad chest lifted Miranda couldn’t resist running a flat palm across the expanse. His heart still thumped and his breathing was still erratic, but otherwise he looked absolutely spent. He groaned when he tried to roll over, and cursed as he tried again.
‘I know I talked big, but I don’t think I’m going to have it in me for another round,’ he told her.
Miranda shook her head. ‘Me, too. Or, three. It was three, right?’
He reached out and gave her hip a pinch. ‘Four, thank you very much.’
‘Oh, no, thank you, Mr Reeve,’ she tittered as he pulled her close.
For a moment they only breathed together,