Noah’s POV:
“I’ve missed you so much.” I confessed genuinely, fumbling for her bra clasp.
“Same,” She moaned, arching her back. “Front clasp,” Mira explained and with one flick of my fingers, her surprisingly perfect breasts sprang forth, even after having three kids for me.
Aren’t I so lucky? I definitely was.
“Turn around,” I said huskily, placing my hands on her waist.
“Ohhhhh,” She moaned, as I got on my knees.
Touching my lips to the band of her lace thong, I delicately placed my lips and teeth around the fabric and began pulling it down.
“Fuck,” She whispered. I found her laying down with me hovering above her.
I massaged her scalp with strong fingers, digging in just the right amount while dropping gentle kisses on her lips, neck and shoulders.
Her nipples were so hard I was afraid they’d pop off, and while my dick throbbed with need I grabbed the back of her head gently, pulling her closer for a deep kiss.
Bending down, I began to worship her breasts with my tongue.
“Don’t stop.” She pleaded, her eyes rolling inti the back of her head in pleasures as I began to play with her nipples, gently at first, then licking and sucking each one, giving her body every bit of attention it deserved.
“Want me to eat you up?” I murmured huskily, and she nodded her head almost immediately.
“In a bit.” I added, reaching down to grab her ass. I to fell to my knees, kneeling in between her legs.
“Mmmmm,” She moaned as my tongue lapped at her clit, exploring.
She was desperate to come, and wanted to buck her hips into my handsome face, but my hands gently pressed against her hip bones urging her to wait.
She couldn’t contain her moans as I tongued her clit, then drove into her pussy tasting every inch of her.
She placed one hand over my head, pushing my tongue deeper. Then she ran her second hand over her body, robbing her nipples before pinching them harder, one by one, then both.
“Oh god!” She cried as the sensation all over her body intensified and she began rubbing herself all over my face, knowing the climax was achingly near.
Just then, I slid two fingers inside and began to stroke, long and deep, hitting just the right spot.
Soon I added a third finger. “Oh yes yes yes YES.” She cried, as I licked her clit and fucked her with my fingers.
I gently licked open her folds. I tasted the sweetness of her desire for me and the sweat of her nervousness. I pushed my tongue into her vagina to get her as wet as possible.
I moved my mouth to her clitoris and sucked gently on it as I continued to insert my fingers deeper into her and kneaded her g-spot.
She bucked and moaned as I pushed in a third finger, then a fourth. She loved being penetrated, would even beg for it when I withheld it to punish her. But I couldn’t stop myself from pleasuring her today.
Mirabelle’s breathing quickened as I pushed my fingers even deeper into her wet pussy. Her muscles tightened around my fingers.
I kneaded her clitoris even harder with my tongue until her whole body went taut and she cried out, her fluid pouring from deep within her and over my face.
By the time I got back to my feet, I’d already opened my pants and freed my erection. I didn’t even let Mira catch her breath. I shoved myself into her hard and deep, thrusting without mercy or apology.
I kissed her calves, her ankles as I pumped my hips furiously into her. I thrust myself three times as hard, three times as long, and finally, when I came with my eyes shut tight, I poured three times the semen into her.
After catching my breath, I pulled out of her and cleaned myself off as she lay panting on the bed, her legs still up in the air. I found her abandoned white panties and brought them back to the bed. Slowly I slid the lace panties down her legs and over her hips.
Mitchelle’s POV: I arrived early. The restaurant was elegant-one of those places that tried too hard to look good.
I chose a table in the far corner, away from the main flow of diners, where I could see the entrance clearly. I wanted to know exactly when Natasha walked in.
She had been the one to suggest the meeting, but I wouldn’t be caught off guard, not by someone like her.
I took a sip of my wine, feeling the slow burn down my throat. Every second that passed only deepened my irritation.
This was ridiculous. What was I even doing here? Just as I considered leaving, I saw her.
Natasha, gliding in with an irritating air of confidence.
I forced a smile as she made her way to my table. “Natasha,” I said curtly as she sat down.
“I assume you have a good reason for dragging me here.”
Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she settled into the chair. “Oh, Mitchelle, don’t be so dramatic. You didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to.”
“I almost thought that it was a prank when I received a phone call from the famous Model, Natasha Banks.” I began. “So tell me, how the hell did you get my number?” I asked.
“That doesn’t really matter right now, does it?” She asked, titling her head to the side.
I hated how calm she sounded. Like she knew something I didn’t.
“Fine,” I snapped. “But let’s skip the small talk. What do you want?”
Natasha’s gaze was calculating, as if she was measuring how much she should say.
“The real question is what do we both want,” She said. “You and I have more in common than you think.” I nearly laughed out loud.
“You think we’re alike? Please, spare me this nonsense.” I waved it off but just smiled, an infuriating smile that made me want to slap it off her face.
“Oh, come on,” She said. “You and I both have a problem, and that problem is Mirabelle. She has been in our way for way too long. But she’s not as untouchable as she thinks. If we’re smart, we can make sure she falls-hard.”