Fireworks explode beneath my skin, and another quiet moan bursts from my lips.
“Dios mío.”
The sensation of Miles’s mouth on me like this… It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Because every guy you’ve been with was a selfish asshole.
#Facts.
It’s just another reminder of my inexperience. A reminder that Miles has probably seen and done things I’ve only fantasized about. A reminder that I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Relax, Luce.” He grips my thighs, gently spreading them wider. “I’ve got you.”
“I’ve never…” I bite down on my lip, searching for the right words. “No one’s ever done that before.”
His brows shoot up, but he quickly masks his surprise, smoothing his features to something like understanding.
“Can I be the first?” His eyes meet mine, and even in the dim light, it’s clear his walls are down. Emotion swirls in those electric blue irises, drawing me in, asking me to trust him.
That’s when it hits me. He wants this as badly as I do.
And he doesn’t give a damn that I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.
So, I give him what he needs, letting my legs fall open, my most intimate parts on display.
It should be unsettling. Nerve-racking. Anxiety inducing.
But the only thing I feel is arousal, lust pooling hot and heavy in my core.
“Fucking perfect.” He skims the soft pads of his fingers along my inner thighs. “Just like I knew you would be.”
I’m still processing those words when his tongue glides over my sensitive flesh, licking and sucking with the kind of focus usually reserved for Triada business. Heat blazes along my skin, and no matter how I writhe under him, begging for relief, he doesn’t let up.
His tongue circles my clit—once, twice, three times—and I clench the sheet in my hands, desperately trying to ground myself.
It’s futile.
I’m spiraling higher and higher, my orgasm just out of reach.
“Please.” I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging gently. “I need you inside me.”
Need him to fill me up and deliver the release I so desperately crave.
“Not until you come on my tongue.” He glances up, flashing a wicked grin as he slides a finger inside me. “I want to taste all of you.”
The admission nearly undoes me.
Miles has always been generous. It’s one of the many reasons I was attracted to him in the first place. It’s only natural his generosity extends to the bedroom.
To his lovers.
To me.
He works my body with renewed vigor, finger pumping in and out, moving in concert with his tongue as he sucks my clit, bringing my pleasure to a crescendo.
The orgasm strikes hard and fast, and my back bows off the bed as I climax, pleasure pulsing through my limbs like the bass of a song. One so intense it reduces me to a boneless puddle when the final note is played.
“That. Was. Amazing.”
