“Yes, like that,” she pants. “Oh my gosh. Yes.”
Our bodies are clashing as our lips collide and sweat beads form on my chest. Taking Mia’s leg in my hand, I lift it onto my shoulder, giving better access as I thrust into her over and over. Her screams are sure to wake a hibernating bear, but neither of us give a shit at this point.
“Scream, Mia. Let everyone in this building hear you.”
When I pull Mia’s hair, even just slightly, she cries out again.
“You like when I pull your hair, Smalls?”
She only whimpers. Her sounds encourage me to keep going, keep pushing. And then I feel her body start to shake beneath meas she yells a stream of curse words, letting another orgasm rip through her body.
“That’s my girl,” I praise.
Feeling her clench around me only pulls my own orgasm out of me moments later. The way Mia’s body feels against mine is everything I imagined. She fits like a damn glove and I’m already addicted to this feeling.
“Fuck,” I pant against her skin. “I knew being with you would blow my mind. But that was explosive, Mia.”
Her hands run through her hair as she pulls herself up, biting her bottom lip. I kiss the curve of her shoulder before she glances beside us at the clock on her nightstand.
“Is it terrible if I say I need to get going?”
“Wow, just took what you need and now you’re ditching me?” I joke, and she rolls her eyes at me.
“Yeah, exactly. Thanks for the best sex of my life, see you later.” She salutes and I pull her by the waist back to me, kissing her forcefully as she laughs.
“When you get home, I want to take you on a date,” I say, watching her get up.
She walks into the bathroom and then back to the room and slips into her clothing that we discarded earlier. She slides her legs, one by one, back into her leggings and she does this little hop as she pulls them up over her ass and thighs. I could watch her forever.
“A date, huh?” She smirks as her tank top comes over her head. I stand, tossing the condom in the trash before cleaning up and fastening my jeans. When I pull my shirt back over my head, she’s staring at me with a small blush to her cheeks.
“Yeah, a date. I’ll be back at seven to get you.” She comes over and kisses my cheek as she reaches for her shoes, lacing them up.
“Where are we going?”
“A surprise.” I shrug as she pulls her hair back into a low bun, grabs her phone from the nightstand and unlocks her bedroom door.
Hannah is one heavy sleeper, either that or she heard us and is now scarred for life.
“I’ll hang until Hannah wakes up, so she isn’t alone.”
Mia eyes me, questioning my sudden concern for her sister, who up until recently, I was convinced was plotting my demise.
“You hate Hannah.”
“No. Hate is a strong word. I think, if anything, I’m deathly afraid of her.” I laugh pulling Mia into a hug before she leaves her apartment.
Once Mia leaves, I unload her dishwasher and warm up a cup of coffee. In my flannel pocket, I reach for the Post-it notes I brought with me as part of the surprise for our date tonight. Since Hannah is still asleep, I begin writing on each one with a sharpie.
I hear a noise from behind me and turn to see a sleepy Hannah walking out with one of my sweatshirts on and a pair of shorts with crew socks on her feet.
“Here.” She offers me a piece of paper and when I look at it, it’s the check I previously gave her.
“Thank you for offering it… but I don’t want your money.” She attempts a smile, but it’s easy to see how hard that is for her at the moment. I’ve never given much thought to Hannah’s life, but seeing her in this state, and knowing how it’s killing Mia, suddenly there’s an urge to want to get to know her better.
“What changed your mind?” I ask as I get up and pour her a cup of coffee.
“Is she here?”
