Mialotte: Eternal Sweethearts

32. Physical loving

A/N: Guys I had the best sleep I've had in weeks. Some freaky deaks wanted a continuation to the make-up smut, so I aim to deliver just that! Didn't really know what way I wanted it to go, but I think I hit the nail on the head for this chapter, I think it is yuuuummy.

Please refrain from reading if adult material upsets you. Chapter 28 tells you all you need to know!

= A continuation of "28. Take my time..." Mia invites Char to go upstairs with her, and the rest is history.

Mia couldn't resist ogling at her body. She was more than ready to take her sweetheart upstairs and show her just how sorry she was. How she was the only one meant for her.

Charlotte was swept off her feet as Mia carried her. Not just any old carry. Trust me. With a swift, practiced motion, she lifted Charlotte off the ground and slung her effortlessly over her shoulder. Charlotte let out a surprised gasp, her legs immediately pressing together around Mia's strong grip on the underside of her thigh. The unexpected movement sent a thrill of anticipation for Char, as she felt her blood rush to her brain as she hung, eagerly waiting.

Mia adjusted her hold, taking her free hand to hold Charlotte's other thigh, digging her nails into her skin ever so slightly. The pair couldn't help but hiss in synchrony at the pleasure it gave them. Mia's other hand slid to Charlotte's backside. Without warning, Mia delivered a firm, commanding smack, the sound echoing and sending a jolt of heat through Charlotte's body. Char felt her breath completely stop, a mix of surprise and arousal, as she realised just how Mia was going to say sorry to her tonight. Fuck.

Mia's voice was low and domineering.

"Let's see just how much you can handle,"
"Be a good girl."

she murmured, her tone promising a night of passion and intensity. With each step toward the bedroom, the air grew thicker with anticipation, leaving Charlotte begging for more.

As she stepped into the bedroom, Mia lowered Charlotte onto the bed with a controlled gentleness that made Charlotte's heart race. Mia's hands lingered on Charlotte's thighs, her touch firm yet tender, as she leaned in close, her breath hot against Charlotte's ear.

"You can be as loud as you want," Mia whispered, her voice a seductive sensation. "I don't care who hears. I want everyone to know you're mine. That I only belong to you." She punctuated her words with another firm smack on Charlotte's posterior, eliciting a soft moan from her lover.

"Louder sweetheart. I know you want everyone to know who I belong to. Show them. As I touch you, I expect you to be as loud as you can be, moan out my fucking name. Understood?"

Charlotte's breath quickened as she felt Mia's possessive touch. She involuntarily let out louder and louder sounds as Mia pleasured her where she needed her most. There was something incredibly intoxicating about Mia's dominance, about the way she claimed Charlotte with such authority. But beneath that dominant exterior, Charlotte sensed a vulnerability, a need to be claimed in return.

Mia's hands moved with passion, every touch was planned, every breath was intentional. Her hands slid under Charlotte's shirt, pushing it up and over her head. Her fingers brushed against Charlotte's skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. With a swift motion, Mia divested Charlotte of her bra, her eyes lowering as they took in the sight before her. Mia would always stop to admire Char's body whenever she was bare. She always paid attention to her sweetheart's body.

"Mark all of me," Mia commanded, her voice bordering gruff.

Charlotte's breath hitched at the request, her mind racing with the implications. She reached up, her fingers curling around Mia's neck, pulling her down into a searing kiss. Their mouths moved together hungrily, a clash of desire and need. Charlotte's hands roamed over Mia's body, exploring every inch, every curve, as if trying to memorise her by touch alone.