The next thing I knew, I was on my back and Miles eased the vibrator out of my hands, a laugh against my cheek as he covered my body with his.
“Did you come?”
I shook my head, fireworks against the backs of my eyelids.
Slick fingers pressed around my ass again.
One inside of me.
Two.
Three.
“You’re covered in pre-cum,” he whispered against my ear, stretching my body open with his three thickest fingers. “You’re sweaty. You’re shaking. You’re mumbling nonsense and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my whole fucking life.”
What had I been scared of with this man?
I couldn’t remember.
When his cock pushed back into me, I knew even less. I couldn’t remember my name—or his. I didn’t know the day or the time. All I knew was his cock was hot and thick and I needed it.
Miles pushed my cuffed hands over my head and buried his whole length inside of me. I whimpered, a sound that was barely loud enough for me to hear. He brushed my hair back from my face, a fingertip tracing where the blindfold met my now sweaty forehead.
“Need,” I grit out, clenching down around his dick.
He answered that with a low growl. “What do you need? You need this?”
Miles pulled his cock almost all the way out, the flared head popping out of my hole with a wet squelch. He hovered like that, then slid back in with a long and slow thrust until he was fully seated once again. He paused, he waited, withdrew and repeated.
“You,” I managed to answer.
“Fuck.”
The agonizingly slow pace that he fucked me didn’t change. The knobs of my spine burned, every pump of his hips solid enough to work me up the carpet and abrade my skin. Miles brought his face into the crook of my neck, whispering words that I could hear and some I couldn’t, his hips continuing to work on the slowest and deepest fuck I’d ever had.
I was mindless.
Boneless.
Messy.
He put the vibrator back into my hand, the buzzing far more intense and steadier than it had been earlier.
“Finish yourself off,” he demanded.
In and out.
In.
Out.
The vibrator around my cock was almost too much sensation for me to handle and I shouted, arching up off the floor with a stuttered gasp that caused me to choke on my own spit. He shoved the blindfold off my face, tears coming loose and sliding down my temples, pooling in my ears.
“Keep them closed,” he whispered, fingertips brushing the wetness away from my cheeks.
And the whole time he was all the way in, all the way out.
My fingers grazed against the legs of my nightstand and I reached for them, desperate to ground myself against something tangible while Miles fucked me to within an inch of my sanity.
