CHAPTER 45: MIA II (R18-LAST)

He held her tightly as the aftershocks subsided, their bodies slick with sweat. He kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her skin against his. When their breathing finally returned to normal, he whispered, "Wow."

"You feel incredible," he murmured, surprised by the intensity of her response. He watched, captivated, as she knelt before him, her lips closing around him with renewed fervor. Then, shifting her weight, she guided him inside her, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Now it’s my turn," she breathed, beginning to ride him, her movements sending waves of pleasure through him.

"Ah... ah..."

He gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm, meeting her intensity with his own. The feeling was electric—a raw, primal connection that surged through him with each thrust. He could feel her heat, her wetness, the exquisite pressure building inside him. He closed his eyes, lost in the moment, her moans a siren song urging him closer to the edge. He braced himself, knowing the coming wave would be even more powerful than the last.

The room filled with the sounds of their passion: her gasps, his groans, the soft slap of skin against skin. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her hair falling around them like a silken curtain. He threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her close, reveling in the feeling of her body moving against his.

She increased her pace, her movements growing frantic, desperate. He could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her, her muscles contracting around him. He knew she was close—so close. He pushed back against her, matching her intensity, wanting to take her all the way with him.

He felt the first tremors begin to shake her body, a series of shudders radiating outward from her core.

"Oh God," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "I’m... I’m..."

He knew what was coming. He braced himself, digging his fingers into her hips, holding on tight as the storm broke. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body arching back against him as she cried out, her voice raw with pleasure. He felt her muscles clench around him, pulling him deeper inside, and he surrendered to the feeling, his own release surging through him—a hot, pulsing wave of pure sensation.

He held her close as the aftershocks faded, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing ragged and uneven. They lay intertwined, panting and gasping, clinging to each other as if afraid to let go. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, connected in the aftermath of their shared passion.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she stirred, lifting her head to look at him. Her eyes were dark and glazed with pleasure, her lips swollen and bruised.

"Wow," she whispered, a soft, breathy sound. "Just... wow."

He smiled—a slow, lazy smile spreading across his face. "Yeah," he said, his voice still rough with emotion. "Wow is right." He kissed her softly, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her skin against his.

He felt the subtle flexing of her muscles, the almost imperceptible tightening of her grip around him. He opened his eyes, a question forming on his lips.

She met his gaze, a playful glint in her eyes. "Not done yet," she whispered, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

He chuckled, surprised but definitely not complaining. "Oh really?"

Without another word, she began to move again—a slow, deliberate grind that sent shivers down his spine. This time, it was different. Slower, more sensual, focused on teasing and tantalizing. She wasn’t seeking the explosive release of before; this was about savoring the moment, drawing out the pleasure, exploring every inch of their bodies.

He let her take the lead, his hands drifting lazily across her back, tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her hips. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the feeling, letting her guide him on this new journey. Her movements were hypnotic—each rotation, each press, building a slow, simmering heat within him.

He felt himself growing harder again, responding to her touch with an eagerness that surprised even him. She moaned softly, her breath hot against his ear, as he reached up and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with his fingertips.

The pace quickened once more, but with a different feel—a building intensity, laced with a newfound tenderness. She tilted her head back, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Eeeeah," she moaned softly, the sound echoing in the quiet room. He cupped her face, kissing her deeply, tasting the sweetness of her desire.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with his.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you, I love you, I love you," she repeated, each phrase punctuated by a slow, deliberate thrust.

The rhythm became more insistent, more demanding. He lifted her slightly, guiding her hips against his, deepening the penetration. She arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Pound this bitch," she gasped, the words a raw, desperate plea.

He answered her call with a guttural roar, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more relentless. He poured all his love, all his passion, all his desire into each and every movement. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, their gasps and moans blending into a symphony of raw, unadulterated pleasure. He was lost in her, consumed by her, drowning in the intensity of their connection. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them, locked in a passionate embrace, their love echoing in every beat of their hearts.

An hour later, they lay on the sofa, panting for breath.

He chuckled, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "Phew," he said, mirroring his exhaustion. "Leave you alone for a week and you turn into a wildcat." There was a teasing lilt in his voice.

She just smiled—a contented, feline grin spreading across her face. Snuggling closer, she rested her head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing balm. The rise and fall of his chest was hypnotizing.

"Missed you," she murmured, her voice muffled against his skin. "Had to make up for lost time."

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "I missed you too," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "Guess I got my wildcat fix for the next little while."