"The taste of your skin." He pulls me closer and presses his tongue against my nipple.
I grip onto his shoulders to stay upright. "Is that all?"
He swirls his tongue around me, taking his sweet time with a response. Heat spreads through my body. Hell, he can take as long as he wants to formulate a response.
His teeth scrape against my nipple. I gasp reflexively.
He pulls his mouth away and replaces it with his fingers. "And that."
My eyes are on the wall. I want so badly to look at him, to see the desire welling up in his eyes, but if I do, I'll give away how badly I want this. How powerless I am to resist whatever he wants to do with me.
"What is that?" I ask.
"This."
He pinches my nipple, just hard enough that it barely hurts. Desire shoots through me. Yes. We need to do this. No more smart comments. No more playing in-control. I need my hands around him.
I grind against him. He groans and brings his mouth back to my chest to suck on my nipple, soft, then hard, then soft again.
My body floods with pleasure. He's too good at this.
He slides his hand under the hem of my dress onto my ass. My skin burns white-hot with need. Every part is desperate to be touched by him.
He pulls my dress up and over my stomach and chest. I lift my arms so he can pull it all the way off. To turn it into a pile on the floor.
He grabs my hips and shifts our position so he's on top of me. So his hips are pressing into mine, and his cock is against my clit. Except for the stupid fabric between us.
I tug at his jeans helplessly. Whatever I'm doing, it's not working. "I told you those are too tight."
He smiles—that same smug smile—and he brushes his lips against my neck. He shifts to his side, unzips, and slides off his jeans. It's all effortless. He's so smooth and in-control. I must seem like an obvious, desperate mess.
He slides his fingers over my stomach. "You're nervous again."
I shake my head, but I can feel the trembling in my hands. I have almost no experience, and Miles is clearly some kind of sex god.
I bring my eyes to his. He's staring at me. There's a sincerity in his expression. Like he's really concerned about me.
“You are,” he says.
“Whatever.”
His lips curl into a smile. “You can’t admit it.”
"Don't you have a better use for your mouth?"
"Oh." His voice gets low. "You mean this." He trails his lips against my chest, stopping to draw circles around my nipple with his tongue.
"Yes. That." Pleasure surges through me. I press my eyes closed, dig my hands through his hair, and squeeze my thighs together.
His hand slides between my thighs. "You don't have to hide how badly you want this. I mean, it's cute and all—"
"I'm not cute."
"Try adorable."
"Didn't we discuss the appropriate uses for your mouth?"
He nods and presses his lips into mine. It's a hard kiss, possessive even. "How’s that?"
I struggle through a breath. That is amazing. "It's a start."
He smiles, takes my hand, and places it on the waistband of his boxers.
I pull the damn things to his knees. No piercings, but he's big. I wrap my fingers around him. He places his hand over mine, guiding me. I stroke him harder. Faster.
His lips find mine. It's fast and hard and messy. I kiss him back, sucking on his tongue, scraping my teeth against his lips.
He groans into my mouth.
He wants me. Miles, the sex god, wants me.
He grabs my wrist and pins my hands to the bed. No more waiting. He's too desperate to wait another minute. He pulls my panties off my ass, and I kick them all the way to the floor.
There's nothing in the way now.
One hand releases my wrist. He grabs my hip, pressing me against the bed, shifting my position so his cock brushes against my clit. I thrust my hips forward, and his tip strains against me.
Every nerve in my body is turned on, and they're all screaming the same thing. I need him inside me, and now. I shift my hips and he slips inside me.
It hurts for a moment. I dig my nails into his back until the feeling fades to pleasure. There's this overwhelming sensation of being full. Of being exactly where I need to be.
It's amazing.
He rocks his hips, thrusting into me slowly. I wrap my legs around his waist. I run my hand through his hair. And I kiss him. I kiss him like the ship is going down.
Every time he goes deeper, it hurts, but it's a good kind of hurt, like a tense muscle getting all the kinks worked out.
Pressure builds inside me. It's such sweet, perfect pressure. I rock my hips to meet him, matching his steady rhythm.
His mouth closes on mine again, and he sucks on my lower lip.
Almost. I close my eyes and surrender to the feeling of Miles inside me.
It's so much I can barely take it. I groan as loudly as I can. Something to let him know how much he's affecting me, how fucking good he's making me feel.
And, just when I'm about to scream, an orgasm washes over me. It builds, tighter and tighter, and everything releases in a torrent of bliss. I dig my nails into his shoulder until I'm almost certain I'm drawing blood.
He grabs my wrists and pulls my hands over my head. Then his lips are on mine. He thrusts into me so hard it hurts.
He breaks the kiss to groan.
Everything in his posture changes. He's almost there, and he's given to some kind of animal lust. His eyes are closed. His breath is heavy.
I have to bite my lip to contain myself. He’s going so fast it hurts, but there’s something about hearing his groans and feeling his muscles tense. It rekindles the spark inside me.
I want to feel him come.
His breath builds. His teeth sink into my neck, like it’s the only way he can contain how good this feels.
He comes.
He holds me close for a moment, then he rolls over and falls flat on his back. "Jesus, Meg. You should have warned me you're so..." His eyes find mine. "So unbelievably sexy."
I shrug like it's no big deal, like I'm so used to guys calling me sexy all the damn time. He presses his lips against mine and moves to the bathroom to clean up.
I slide out of bed and look for my pajamas. They're in my dresser somewhere. But, before I can find them, Miles returns from the bathroom and slides his arms around me.
He pulls me back to bed and wraps his arms around me.
He's behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his arms around my waist. I can hear his breath, feel his heartbeat.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
He presses his lips against my neck. His fingertips slide over my chest. "You only came once."
I murmur some kind of agreement.
His mouth hovers over my ear. "We better change that." He drags his fingertips over my nipples.
Want rushes through me. I'm desperate for his hands again. He presses his lips into my neck as he plays with my breasts. I arch into him, tilting my neck into his mouth.
My eyes flutter closed. There's no room left in my brain for anything but how good this feels. He drags his fingertips over my stomach and thighs.
And they're on my clit. His fingers slide over me in perfect rhythm. My body is already so keyed up. I'm close to another orgasm. Who would’ve thought it was possible to come so many times and from so many different things?
I sigh, relaxing my body into his, soaking in the feeling of him pressed against me.
He moves a little faster. A little harder. I'm almost there. I tilt my head back, bringing my lips to his, moaning into his mouth.
He strokes me. His fingertips are so soft, and he moves with just the right rhythm, just the right pressure.
I grasp at the sheets as an orgasm wells inside me. It's so much, so intense, so amazing.
Everything is tight and tense. It feels so good it hurts, then it breaks through the hurt and it only f
eels good. My sex clenches one last time and everything releases. A wave of ecstasy washes through me. It starts at my core and spreads out to my stomach and thighs, my chest and shoulders, all the way to the top of my forehead and the bottom of my feet.
I collapse, unable to do or say anything except soak in this sensation.
Miles brings his mouth to my ear. "That's a start."
"Mhmmm." I nestle into his grip, not bothering to pry my eyes apart. It feel so safe. So comfortable. A few minutes and I'll get into my pajamas. Just a few minutes...
CHAPTER EIGHT
The shower in the bathroom turns on. I pry my eyelids apart, but I can't keep them open. It's so damn bright in here. Light is streaming through the curtain.
I drag myself out of bed. The room is messy—comforter and clothing a heap on the floor. Miles was here last night. Miles is still here. He's in my shower.
We had sex—my first time—and it was amazing.
That's not a big deal. Not at all.
I pick his t-shirt off the floor and pull it over my head. There's something enticing about it. It's soft, and it smells like him.
I knock on the bathroom door.
He shouts something, but it's muffled by the water.
"Can I come in?"
The water turns off. "Door's open."
I turn the handle. So it is. I step inside the bathroom.
And there’s Miles, behind the glass door of my shower, naked. Light is streaming through the room, surrounding him with a soft glow. He looked amazing last night, but I couldn't see him with this kind of detail.
He's chiseled like he's made out of stone. Water drips off his broad shoulders and chest, rolling down his six-pack¸ all the way to that perfect V.
Miles clears his throat. "You don't have to make it so obvious that you want me."
"It's not obvious."
He smirks and turns the water back on. I do my best not to stare at him while I brush my teeth. His reflection—right in the middle of the mirror—makes it difficult.
Miles is, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I've ever seen. And he's naked in my bathroom.
He catches me staring at him, and he smiles that same smug smile. His gaze passes over me, resting on my ass.
He pulls the shower door open a few inches. "I know you want me, Meg, but you don't have to come in here half-naked."
"I want nothing but caffeine."
"I don't believe you."
I rinse off my toothbrush and replace it. "What do you believe?"
"You fell asleep last night."
My cheeks flush. "You wore me out."
He motions come here. His eyes light up. "I still owe you one."
"What?"
"Three orgasms." He makes that same come here motion. "A promise is a promise. Though I'm thinking I'll go for four."
I bite my lip. I'm thinking that will send me into a coma. No medical basis for such a theory, but I'm holding to it. "Total or right now?"
"Only one way to find out."
There's a naked rock star in my bathroom threatening me with orgasms. What the hell happened to my normal life?
Deep breath. Here goes nothing. I pull my t-shirt over my head and step into the shower. Miles's arms go to my hips, holding me steady. He leans closer. Our foreheads touch.
There's this look in his eyes—a desperate, needy look—like he wants this as much as I do.
He pulls the shower door shut and presses me against the tile wall in one fell swoop. It's cold and hard, but I can't say that I mind.
His hands slide to my ass. He holds me in place as he presses his body into mine. First his hips, then his stomach, his chest, his lips.
It's an aggressive kiss, but there's still something so patient about it. I open my mouth to make room for his tongue. Heat rushes right to my core. He's slick from the shower, and his skin feels so good against mine.
I kiss back, exploring his mouth with my tongue. His grip around my hips tightens. He shifts into me, pinning me against the wall.
He breaks the kiss. His eyes find mine. He brushes my hair behind my ears. Runs his fingertips over my neck and shoulders. "You really are unbelievably sexy."
"Thank you."
His lips curl into a smile. "This shower is a little small. Might be tricky."
"Show me."
"Turn around."
I do. It puts me right under the showerhead. Water pounds over my hair, shoulders, and neck. Within a few seconds, I'm soaking wet. As slick and slippery as he is.
Miles positions himself behind me, his crotch against my ass, his chest against my back. He places my hands on the tile wall, one at a time. His head settles between my shoulder and my neck. He really is the perfect height. Our bodies really do fit together nicely.
He drags his fingertips down my chest and stomach. With all the water, there's only the slightest hint of friction. It's smooth and seamless.
He's so damn good at this.
I press my eyes closed, but it only makes it harder to balance. Okay. I take a deep breath and press my hands against the tile wall. This seems awfully complicated, but for some reason, I trust him to guide me through it.
"Relax." He sucks on my earlobe. "We haven't even gotten started."
I nod. "Make me."
"Is that a challenge?"
I use my most confident voice. "Yeah."
He laughs. "I like the way you think."
He holds me against him with one hand. The other draws circles over my thighs. It starts at my knees and works its way up. The closer he gets, the more my body buzzes. You'd think electricity and water would be a dangerous combination, but they're only better together.
There. His fingertips slide over my clit. It's so smooth and seamless. I shudder, immediately struck with a wave of bliss. He really is good at this.
He sucks on my neck as he strokes me. Little by little, my taught muscles relax.
Pleasure builds in my sex. Every touch of his fingertips is magic. I allow my eyes to close. I shift, pressing my body against his.
He holds me tighter. No doubt about it, if it weren't for his grip, I'd be a puddle on the floor. I'm already halfway there. Upper hand. Who cares? As long as he keeps touching me like this, he can have every ounce of control.
It's just sex.
I forget about everything else. This is just fun, and I'm going to have some damn fun.
Miles plants kisses along my neck and shoulders. His touch gets faster. Harder. When it's perfect, I groan. My eyes blink open. The water is pounding against my chest, melting my body into his. Warmth spreads through me from every direction. His lips on my neck, his arm around my waist, his hand between my legs.
Almost.
That tension tightens and tightens. I shift my hips to match his movements. My ass presses against his crotch. He's hard.
God, do I love the way that feels.
I lose control of my breath. I reach back for Miles, grabbing onto his thighs. Those are such amazing, muscular thighs. Slick from the shower, but that won't stop me. I dig my nails into his skin as he strokes me.
The tension builds, and builds, and builds. It's such a wonderful ache, and he's the only thing that can soothe it. I moan, digging my nails into his skin until his breath gets heavy. He sucks on my earlobe, hard, like it's the only thing he can do to contain himself.
One more brush of his fingers and I'm there. At the edge. His breath sends me over, tumbling into an intense orgasm. It's this heavy ache of pleasure, spreading out from my sex to my stomach and chest and lips. Every part of me feels so damn good.
Sex.
Fun.
That's all this has to be.
Miles groans. He presses his lips against my neck. "Time to go for four."
I press my ass against his crotch. Yes. He's still hard, and now that's mine.
"How's your balance?" he asks.
"Could be better." I press my body into his. "I'm awfully distracted."
His lips trail over my s
houlders. "I'll make it quick."
I plant my hands on the tile without provocation. He doesn't waste any time. His hands go to my hips, tilting me so I'm in position. I feel his cock straining against my sex.
He shifts, entering me. I let out a heavy exhale. It's perfect. I forget all about my intentions of making him react to me, of anything except surrendering to the feeling of him inside me.
Miles holds me steady as he thrusts into me. His breath is heavy already. Desperate already. His hand goes to my chest. He rubs my nipple with his thumb, toying with me until I'm groaning so loudly I can't hear the water. Then he moves to my other breast and does it again.
He's more gifted than any person should be.
Every inch of my body is humming with pleasure. It's crying out for more. He's inside me, holding me, touching me, and still I want more.
I throw my head back, so my cheek is pressed against his. His hand goes to the back of my head, and he turns me until our lips connect.
It's a perfect spark. That buzz of pleasure goes straight to my core. I slide my tongue over his. I suck on his lips until I can feel his moan in my mouth.
He releases me, shifting me back into place. No more patience. He moves faster. Harder. His hands tighten around my hips. His breath gets heavier, heavier, heavier.
I arch my hips to match his movements. It doesn't hurt today. It only feels good.
I'm almost there. It's like Miles can sense it. He slides one hand down my stomach and over my clit, stroking me to another orgasm.
It happens so quickly this time. The tension builds to a fever pitch. It's almost too much to take. And then he thrusts into me. I scream out in pleasure, my sex pulsing as I come. Pleasure spreads through me in waves. My hands slip off the tile. My legs go weak. All the energy in my body is focused on this perfect sensation.
Miles pulls me upright. "Come on."
He turns off the shower and pulls the door open. His arms slide under me. He lifts me, holding me against his chest, and carries me to the bed.
He sets me down on my back. I'm still dripping wet. The sheets stick to my skin to the point where I can't move. But I don't want to move. I only want to soak in the sensation of fucking Miles.
It's so new, so exciting.
He grabs my knees and spreads my legs. Then he's on the bed, his body sinking into mine. He's wet, warm, hard. He grabs my ass and shifts me until we're aligned again.
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