by N. Michaels
My eyes focus on his erect penis. I might have had my share of hunks, but I’ve never had this type of hung hunk. Swallowing, I look up and meet Mr. Miller’s hooded eyes. He’s watching me, watching him. Sliding his hand around himself, he wraps his long fingers around his impressive shaft, slowly caressing his thickness, root to tip, making me shiver with need.
“Oh God…” I hear myself moan.
Biting my lip, I sit up. I place my hands on his and gently move them away. Holding his long thickness with both my hands, I slide them up and down, putting slight pressure. I hear him hiss when I flick my tongue over the tip, tasting the glistening bead of pre-ejaculate. I lick him from base to crown then take him in my mouth. His hands rummage in my hair, undoing my loose side braid.
As I suck him, I revel in the feel of him. His skin is smooth like satin, warm and inviting, velvety yet hard as steel. I look up at him through my lashes and see his beautiful face contorted into sweet agony. With his lips parted and eyes closed, he pants and moans as my mouth fervently works around him. Mr. Miller tips his head back, allowing me to see his Adam’s apple move as he swallows, the sight of that virile display makes me suck him tighter, pulling him in as much as I can.
He groans out a curse then pulls me away from him.
“Enough. Or this will end sooner than either of us wants to.” He breathes out.
He turns to his nightstand and takes out a condom. He rips the foil package then slides the condom on the length of him, keeping his ravenous eyes on mine. He takes a deep breath, looking at me intensely then lowers me to the bed again, putting his weight on his forearms. Mr. Miller eyes lock on mine and I’m unable to look away from the intensity of his passion that is radiating through them. I forget about everything around me and let him consume me as he kisses me slow and gentle.
Whoa, change of course. I thought he was going to pounce.
My arms link around his shoulders and he slowly slides his palm against my thigh then lifts my leg, slinging it around his hip. Mr. Miller glides his luscious lips to my neck, running his nose up, following that path with the tip of his tongue, teasing me with barely-there touches. His warm hand finds my breast and he moves his deftly fingers to pinch and pull my nipple while the thick head of his cock is teasing my quivering sex, making me squirm under him.
“You’re so beautiful.” He rasps in my ear.
He puts his forehead on mine and as our breaths mingle, he slowly slides in. I suck in a breath at the delicious feeling of him stretching and filling me. I feel his whole body frame tremble in my arms as he tries to sink in gently.
“You… don’t have to be… so gentle…” I gasp as the feeling of him intensifies with each slow advance.
“Almost… there…” he mutters more to himself than to me.
I look up at his face and see his eyes are closed shut, his brows furrows as in concentration. Restless, I lift my hips a fraction and he slides all the way in. We both moan at the same time and I shift a little to accommodate him better.
“Ahh… fuck!” he grunts loudly. “You’re so tight.” He opens his eyes and they focus on my mine.
“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” he asks with genuine concern.
Taking a deep breath I shake my head, “No… you’re good, you’re perfect.”
Actually, he feels too big, but I’m not going to tell him that. There is no way I’m letting him stop. I don’t think I’ll survive it. He retreats almost all the way then thrusts forward, still looking intently into my eyes, searching for any signs of discomfort or pain. I try to keep them open, but the sensation of him inside me is too hedonic, my eyes flutter shut and I moan.
“Does it hurt?” he whispers.
I open my eyes and see him frowning lightly.
“No, I told you it feels… you feel perfect.” I bite my lip to muffle a moan.
It’s pushing me to the limit of how much I can take, but not breaking me. Still not convinced, he moves himself gently. Impatient with fiery lust, I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his mouth to mine. Kissing and licking, nibbling and biting, I try to convey my burning desire for him. As our kiss intensifies I start moving my hips under him. He groans and tries to pull his mouth away but I wrap my arms around his neck, stopping him from moving.
Still, he manages to move his face and breaks our kiss.
“I don’t want to hurt you so you’ll have to tell me to stop if I get too… rough, ok?” his brilliant eyes focus on mine.
“Yes, I promise I’ll tell you to stop if it hurts.”
Satisfied with my answer, he resumes kissing me while slowly picking up the pace. My legs wrap around him and I feel the clench and release of his steel buttocks under my calves with each thrust.
Unable to hold back anymore, I start panting and moaning, “Oh my God… you feel so… good.”
I whimper at the mind-blowing sensation of fullness, the feel of him as his thrusts become rougher and harder. I feel my body ignite, as if I’m on fire every nerve connection is ablaze, but it burns in the sweetest way. I tremble as the coil inside me tightens and I know I’m close to my release.
“Hold on to me.” he breaths in my ear and my arms tighten around his neck.
He lifts me up so I am straddling him then sits back on his heels, so my thighs on his and we’re chest to chest. His warm hands move to support me. One hand snakes around my waist, holding me close. The other settles around the back of my neck, while my fingers find his silky hair and my lips mesh with his. Our tongues stroke and lick around in a slow, passionate pace as my hips rise and fall.
“Oh God… you’re so deep.” I sob and my moans drown in our kiss.
The sound of our breathless bodies moving together, against each other, and the feel of our now perspiring skin is pushing me closer and closer. Biting my lip I ride him faster, he grunts and murmurs, “You’re squeezing me so tight… you feel so fucking good…”
The head of his cock rams into my spot, with that sensation and those words I feel the orgasm explode in me. I close my eyes and let the wave of pleasure take me.
Suddenly I hear him gasp, “Open you eyes, look at me.”
At that command my eyes snap open. I tremble and moan in his arms, my orgasm lengthening at the bare connection we’re sharing. There are no barriers, no rules, there is nothing but us connected together body and soul. I am lost in his breathtaking eyes. Consumed by him, by his delicious scent, the feel of his body inside me, his arms around me, his taste in my mouth and his eyes gazing down into my soul at the most exposed and vulnerable moment of my life.
I feel him growing harder and thicker as he pushes me back down on the bed, thrusting faster and harder, then he tenses momentarily and I feel his body shudder.
“God, Katharine…” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
His eyes lose their focus and he closes them. Panting, he lowers his forehead to mine. A moment later, he opens his eyes and raw emotions swim in the beautiful pools of his irises. He kisses me softly and lightly and it feels almost too good. I’ve never had an orgasm as intense as this one. I’ve never had sex so intensely deep, physically and emotionally, so naked. Letting him see me fall apart in his arms, baring my soul to him without any shields. It scares me at how intense we are.
Mr. Miller falls to my side and pulls me into him. Tangling our limbs together under the covers, we lay there until our breathing stabilizes and slowly we calm down.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
My head is on Mr. Miller’s chest and I hear his rhythmic heartbeat loud and clear. I place my hand on his strong pecs, feeling his warmth radiating into my palm. The light dusting of hair tickles my skin. I tilt my head up to look at him and find him watching me with warmth in his eyes. He lifts his hand and cups my cheek, brushing his thumb over my skin.
“You’re breathtaking.” He murmurs then leans in to kiss me softly.
Smiling against his lips I mumble, “So are you.”
I pull away and lose my smile. I want to ask the
question that’s been worrying me since the moment Mr. Miller said he wanted me more than his rule.
“So what now?” I place my chin on his chest.
Mr. Miller takes a deep breath and looks up at the ceiling.
“When we’re at work or meetings outside the office, we’ll keep it professional –“
Rising on my elbows, I ask incredulous, “You want to keep us under wraps? I’m not some dirty little secret that –“ he covers my mouth with his hand.
“Let me finish. I said when we’re at work. Outside of it, we’re just a regular normal couple. No one is hiding anyone… understood?” a dark eyebrow lifts.
I nod and kiss his fingers right before he removes them.
“I just don’t want us to blur the line. Work is work. All right?” he asks gently.
Work is work… I guess I can live with that…
“Ok… fine, but you’re mine now and I don’t share what’s mine.” I lift my eyebrow as a silent question.
“Understood… and the same applies to you – “ he grabs my butt and says, “Mine.”
I smile, “Yes, yours.”
I kiss him but then I remember something.
“I have one more thing to ask of you…” I say quietly.
He frowns lightly, “What is it?”
I take a deep breath and look into his eyes.
“You can’t hang out with Eliza anymore. I can’t stand her next to you, she nauseates me; she looks at you like a never ending flow of money, and I’m sure you guys are fuck buddies and that’s really not ok with me.”
I frown, looking down at the light dusting of hair on his firm chest.
Don’t freak out. You had to bring it up or it would’ve driven you crazy.
When he says nothing I look up at him, finding his frown deepened.
“She is not my fuck buddy. She’s just a friend.”
“Is she a friend you shoved your cock into?” I ask crudely.
He looks away and sighs.
“Yes.” He whispers so quietly it’s barely audible.
My heart tightens painfully as visions of him holding her, kissing her, loving her and fucking her blast away in my mind. I close my eyes briefly and try to push all those images away.
“That means she’s your fucking buddy, and you’re not going to need one if you have me.”
I look at him with a sad smile and he nods.
“I’ll talk to her.” He says with a grave face.
How much does she mean to him?
“I’m sorry.” I say before I can stop myself.
“Don’t be. I’m gaining so much more by losing her.”
He gives me a soft smile and brings my fingertips to his mouth, kissing the pads softly. Smiling back at him, I lean into him and kiss him softly.
“Yes… you are.” I murmur against his lips.
I kiss him again, deeper this time. Licking into his mouth, I taste the most addicting flavor, just him. Mr. Miller’s arms band around me, lifting me on top of him so I am straddling him. His hand caresses my back, going lower and lower, until he reaches my sensitive flesh. He strokes me gently, revving my body into full attention. My skin heats up as his skillful fingers circle around my sex. I whimper at the extreme need that is flooding every cell in my body.
Didn’t I just come? God, he’s going to make me insatiable… how could I ever have enough of him when he touches me like that, kisses me like his sanity depends on it?
He captures my tongue and sucks on it slowly, driving me wild. I grind myself on his still hard length, using his thick shaft to relieve my needy clit. His hands capture my breasts, plumping them, making them heavy with desire. I bite his lower lip and he releases the most erotic growl I ever heard. My arousal quickens my strokes and in the heat of the moment, I lift my hips and push down, taking half of him in… without a condom. I gasp at the intoxicating feeling of fullness but freeze when I realize what I’ve done.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
I look up at him wide-eyed. I start lifting myself up, but Mr. Miller’s hand now steady on my lower back, pushes me back down. His heavy lidded stare burns me with its heat.
“I trust you… and I can promise you, I’ve only ever had sex with a condom… you’re on the pill right?” he rasps.
“Yes, of course.” I reply and he gives me a smile that spellbinds me.
He cups my cheeks and pulls my head to his. Kissing me slow and tender, he starts lifting his hips with deliberate drives. Sliding his tongue over mine, I savor each lick and thrust. I start trembling from the overwhelming emotion of being consumed by him, by his tenderness, his sensuality. His ability to make me hunger for him even though I just had my fill, to make me forget everything else but him and me.
“You’re shivering… are you all right?” he kisses my closed eyes.
“I’m fine… I just never… oh God, you’re too good. You’re going to drive me crazy. You’ll make me so needy you’ll tire of me.” I breathe out.
“That’s just how I want you… how I need you… soft, wet and ready for me.” he growls quietly in my ear.
He traces the shell of my ear with the tip of his tongue and I moan, tightening around his rock hard cock. His lips move back to my mouth and as his all-consuming kiss takes over my mind, his thrusts come a little faster and his impelling rhythm owns my body. Our moans and grunts mingle in our mouths and he slowly lowers his hand to my buttocks, kneading it softly. I feel my body stiffen and I whimper. My perspiring skin slides over his, adding friction to my aching nipples. I move my hands from his hair to the pillow beneath him, clutching it tightly as I feel the tendrils of my orgasm intensify with each drive of his thick penis.
His mouth slides away from my lips to my ear, “Come on baby, let me feel you squeeze me tight… let me hear you…” he whispers hoarsely.
With those words and a few more powerful thrusts, I cry out as my body shakes and jerks, the waves of another mind-blowing orgasm crash over me. His arms tighten around me, holding me down as his plunges slow and I feel him grow thicker and harder in me.
“Fuck, fuck… yes.” He growls and bites down on my shoulder.
I feel his body shudder violently. He reaches his climax, spreading liquid warmth in my lower belly. Spent, I sag down on him. His hands roam over my body, sliding up and down, caressing my damp skin, soothing, cherishing, and keeping me secure.
I feel so safe… I’ve never felt this way.
I lift my head a notch and my gaze meets serene turquoise eyes, and I know at that moment he’s feeling the same as me, safe, loved and secure. I kiss him tenderly and he sighs as he closes his eyes. We lay like this for what feels like forever.
“I would love to lay here with you all day long, but I am in a need of another shower.” I giggle and sit up.
I scoot to the edge of the bed, but then his arms wrap around my waist and he hauls me back against him.
“What? Hey… what are you doing?” I turn back to look at him.
His lips in a smoldering smile, he whispers into my hair, “I want to wash you… every… dirty… inch.”
Heat rushes over me again, “If you’re going to keep talking to me with that sexy husky voice of yours, we’ll end up screwing each other to death.” I mutter.
His lips move to my neck, “I can’t believe you make me want to die… a slow, sweet death.” He purrs and nips my neck, moving up to my earlobe.
“Ahh… Yeah… that sounds great…” I breathe out, dazed.
I feel and hear him chuckle from behind me. Coming out of his spell, I smile widely and elbow him in the ribs. He releases a hearty laugh that makes me bite my lip at how insanely attractive and adorable he is when he’s like this. So carefree and happy, unlike the rigid boss I know.
I love this side of him.
“Let’s go, kitten.” He lifts me up like a bride and carries me to the bathroom.
“You did not just call me that.” I say stunned.
He smiles de
vilishly, “I did, and I see why it fits you so well.”
“And why is that?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Because you’re all hiss, but no claws.”
He nuzzles the side of my face while I try to figure out what that means.
“That makes no sense.” I dismiss it.
“Think about it.” he winks at me.
I narrow my eyes at him. “I’ll show you claws next time you’re on top of me.”
His eyes heat instantly and he lowers his lips to my ear, “I’ll be eagerly waiting for that demonstration my little pussycat.” He whispers so sensually, I have to inhale sharply.
After a very thorough shower, which went by just as he wanted, him washing every inch of me, we head to the kitchen. One of many things amazing sex does to you is open your appetite.
Mr. Miller’s put on a fresh t-shirt and a pair of jeans and gave me a white t-shirt that is see-through as hell.
Sex fiend…
“What you feel like having?” he looks into the open fridge.
I look at his broad back, down to his steel hard ass and lick my lips.
You… again… oh God, I’m just as bad as he is.
He turns his head to me and chuckle, “Food, kitten. You’ll have me as much as you want but I need to make sure you’re not starving.”
I smile, “Really? As much as I want?”
“As much as you want.” he hugs my middle.
“Now tell me what you want to eat for lunch.”
I look into his warm eyes, “Italiano.”
“Buono bella.”
He kisses me softly then turns back to the fridge. He grunts while browsing the shelves.
“I ran out of heavy cream. I’ll run to the store and buy some more. Fettuccine Alfredo is good?”
“Yep!” I smile. It’s one of my favorites.
Mr. Miller holds my face in his big warm hands and kisses me silly.
“See you soon.” He murmurs against my lips.
He walks out into the foyer but midway he stops and turns to me.
“You should probably call Will. I don’t want him to think I’ve murdered you or something.” He rolls his eyes.
