Again, he got no argument. Mia climbed on the mattress and stretched out on her back, naked as the day she was born.
His gaze roamed her sleek golden skin, focusing on her puckered pink nipples before settling between her legs.
“Spread,” he told her. “Let me see your pussy.”
He could see her pulse throbbing in her throat as she slowly parted her thighs. Her glistening sex gave him an instant hard-on, which drew Mia’s attention to his groin.
“I think you should take off your pants,” she murmured.
He shook his head. “I think I should put my tongue on your pussy.”
She sucked in a breath. “You’re…not at all what I expected.”
Shrugging, he approached the bed with purposeful strides. “I get that a lot, sugar.”
He eased himself down on the edge of the mattress, searching her expression for any sign that she wasn’t into this, but all he detected was raw lust and the glow of excitement. He knew he was a demanding lover, always had been, always would be. A lot of women weren’t on board with that, which was why he didn’t jump headfirst into sexual relationships the way his teammates did. He took the time to gauge his potential lovers, to make sure they could handle what he was going to give them, but Mia had passed his test the moment she’d let him bring her to climax in that parking lot.
This woman liked to be dominated. She might not know it, not consciously anyway, but her body’s responses to his commanding nature told him everything he needed to know.
Jackson placed his hand on her firm thigh, enjoying the way she shivered from his touch. He stroked her for a moment, then skimmed his fingers toward her mound and dragged his thumb over her heated flesh.
She shivered again. “That feels good.”
Moistening his bottom lip with his tongue, he drew a lazy figure eight on her clit, then crawled between her legs and forcibly pushed them apart, as far as they could go.
Mia moaned the second his lips pressed against her pussy. Her breathing quickened, slender hips lifting and straining for contact.
Jackson gave her slit a long, thorough lick, then dipped his tongue in the moisture pooling at her entrance. Her sweet taste drew a low groan of approval from his throat.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered. “I’m never leaving this bedroom, Mia. I’m gonna stay here between your thighs for the rest of my frickin’ life.”
Her soft laughter echoed in the room. “You won’t hear any complaints from me, sugar.”
Heart pounding like a jackhammer, he explored her pussy with his tongue. Licked the delicate lips, then pulled them open with his fingers so he could suckle on her clit. Her moans egged him on, her restless writhing made him chuckle with satisfaction. He hadn’t been lying—he wanted to lick her up from now ’til eternity.
“You’re scarily good at this,” she said hoarsely.
When he flicked his tongue over her clit, she let out a groan that vibrated against his lips. He promptly increased the tempo, tonguing her hard as his hand drifted to her opening. He pushed two fingers inside her hot channel and was rewarded with a cry of delight.
Lord, he wanted her to come all over his face. Wanted to taste her passion and hear her scream his name. But he paced himself, alternating between soft licks and incessant suckling, the slow glide of one finger and the deep thrust of two. On and on it went, a gentle tease followed by a sensual assault, until Mia’s legs began to scissor on the mattress.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, attempting to push his face closer, which only made him raise his head.
“No! Don’t stop!”
She sounded so devastated he couldn’t help a seductive laugh. “You wanna come, huh?”
“Yes, damn it!”
He licked his lips, which were coated with her juices, then sat up and moved to the head of the bed. Mia watched him in a haze of confusion as he got comfortable on his back.
“Are you kidding me?” she demanded.
“C’mere,” he said roughly, reaching for her. “I want you to sit on my face and come all over it.”
“Oh,” she squeaked.
“C’mon, sugar, don’t keep me waiting. I want your pussy.”
“Do people know how dirty you are?” she asked in a breathy voice. “Do they know that the gentleman thing is a total act?”
“Why, Mia, I am a gentleman.” He peered up at her with an evil grin. “But I’m also a dirty motherfucker who wants you to rub your cunt all over his face. Got a problem with that?”
Her eyes went so wide he found himself laughing again, but the sound died in his throat when she positioned her knees on either side of his face and gave him exactly what he wanted.
His tongue wasted no time devouring her. Mia braced her hands on the headboard as he resumed his oral ambush, moving her hips and taking everything he had to offer.
Jackson’s cock throbbed painfully, but he ignored it. Instead, he focused on the woman who was currently riding his face like a carnival ride. He loved every fuckin’ second of it. Mia’s husky moans, her swollen clit beneath his tongue, her wetness coating his chin.