Uncollared by Nona Raines

yeah. Just like that. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
    One more thrust and he was gone. Mia’s thighs tensed and she followed, her pussy rippling around him as he came. Moments later, he collapsed at her side, still inside her. He rolled her toward him so they could stay joined as long as possible.
    A bit later, Chess got rid of the condom and slipped back into bed, so completely relaxed he could slide into sleep at any moment. Sighing softly, he toyed with Mia’s hair as his eyelids fell shut. “Sorry,” he murmured. “That wasn’t very impressive.”
    She cupped his cheek in her palm. “What do you mean?”
    “It was too quick. You hardly had a chance to get off.”
    “I’m not complaining.”
    He grasped her hand and kissed it, moved it to his chest. No. She wouldn’t complain.
    He kept his eyes closed, knowing he was a coward. If he opened them and looked into her big brown eyes, he’d be lost. He’d never want to let her go.
    He shouldn’t feel so peaceful, so at ease. He’d messed up big-time. Now he understood why he didn’t put up an argument last weekend when Mia specified no intercourse. He’d known deep inside that once they’d crossed that threshold, everything would change. For him, at least.
    Who was he trying to kid? He was already lost.
    He must have fallen asleep for a bit. He woke slowly as pleasure swirled through him, concentrating in his groin. Chess looked down. Mia was laving his stiff cock with her tongue, twirling it around the head. She took it into her mouth and sucked gently, making him even harder.
    Meeting his gaze, she released him. Her lips were swollen and moist, her eyelids at half-mast. She already had the condom her hand. She rolled it down him slowly and moved on top of him.
    “That’s right, honey.” She tried easing down onto him but winced. Poor thing. There hadn’t been much tenderness in their earlier encounter. It had been quick and to the point. He remembered too that Mia hadn’t had a boyfriend in a while. She had to be sore.
    “It’s all right,” he murmured. “In the drawer.”
    She opened the bedside drawer and took out a bottle of lube.
    “Squeeze some on my fingers,” he said. “That’s good.” He rubbed the silky stuff on his fingertips. “Lift up.”
    When Mia obeyed, he smoothed some of the lubricant over the folds of her labia. “That better?”
    She sighed. “Yes.”
    “A little more.” His fingers now held her musky scent as well as residue from the lube. She squeezed more from the bottle, and this time he twirled his slippery fingers around the mouth of her pussy.
    “Ah.” She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she undulated at his touch, urging his fingers deeper.
    He gave a low laugh from deep in his chest. He loved seeing her pleasure. “Feels good, huh?”
    “Oh yeah.”
    He teased her a little more, then withdrew his hand, grinning at her small moan of disappointment. He patted his hip bone. “Come on. Try again.”
    This time it was much easier. He helped her ease down on his cock until he fit deep inside her. Chess wanted to do better this time, make it last longer. “Okay, ride ’em, cowgirl.”
    Mia moved experimentally but soon took charge, sliding up his length and grinding her clit against him on the downstroke. Chess watched in fascination as she sought her own enjoyment. A flush rose on her chest, moving up her neck to her face as her features plumped with arousal. Her rosy-brown nipples were swollen and hard, too tempting to ignore.
    “That’s right,” he said as he reached for her breasts. “Take your time. Make it good.”
    And it was good. Chess could tell from her little moans and sighs as he palmed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. He levered her closer to suck one of those pointy nipples into his mouth. She smelled of powder, and her skin tasted sweet. Sugar tit, he thought.
    Her face was rosy and misty with perspiration, her mouth twisted with the need to come. Chess released her nipple and