CHAPTER 23
Saoirse: Friday 17 December
It’s a race to get him naked.
I pull myself upright, loosen that beautiful tie, and slip it over his head. Unfasten buttons. I get the shirt down his arms, but it’s stuck at the wrists.
‘Shit. I’ve got cufflinks on.’ He tugs ineffectually, but I scramble around and pop them out of his cuffs.
The shirt is off.
Yes.
He jumps off the bed and undoes his trousers, kicking them off impatiently. His tight, stretchy black boxers sport an enormous tent. I scurry to the end of the bed on my knees and plop myself down to sitting, my legs dangling over the edge of the bed.
‘Come here.’
I put my hands on his waist and pull him to me. The skin of his torso is so soft. His happy trail is light brown and even more enticing close up. I kiss his belly button before gently pulling the waistband of his boxers away from his body and easing them down over his huge erection. He winces and groans as I do so.
‘Oh God, Miles. You’re so gorgeous.’
I take him in one hand, weighing his balls in the other. They’re so, so tight.
I can relate.
I look up at him, at this glorious sight right in front of me: Miles, naked (finally), a vision of golden skin and hard muscle, and best of all, a look on his face that’s desire and uncertainty and tension all rolled into one. He may have thought he was in control of this situation, but the tables have turned.
Keeping my eyes on him, I give his crown a little flick of my tongue. He’s so wet for me.
He flinches and sighs harshly.
‘Don’t, Saoirse. I can’t… it’s too…God, that’s good.’
His whole body is trembling. This is amazing. He’s amazing. It’s clear he’s pretty close, but I can’t resist a proper taste. I take him in my mouth, slowly inching up his length, and run one hand around to grope his gorgeous ass and bring him even closer while my other hand explores his tight sac.
His trembling intensifies. I drag my mouth back and roll my tongue around his tip, tensing it and licking up his slit before taking him back in my mouth.
His hands claw through my hair as I suck him. I run my hand down over that perfect ass and over his thigh, pressing my fingers into hair and hard muscle. He’s heaven.
‘Baby.’ He lets out a strangled sound and jerks away from me. I look up at him.
‘It’s too good; you’re too good. Jesus, look at you.’ His hand twists in my hair; he runs a thumb over my bottom lip. ‘I’ve spent far too much time wondering what that mouth of yours would feel like around my cock, but I’m going to disgrace myself in a sec if you keep going. Can I come inside you? I need to feel you.’
I nod. ‘Yes.’Yes. I kiss his stomach and let him go.
He rummages in the bedside table and holds up a foil package.
‘I’ll deal with this. Even having you put on a condom is going to be too much for me to handle.’
He throws himself down on the bed, and I bite my lip as I enjoy the extremely gratifying sight of Miles on his back, rolling a condom over his impressive length. I crawl over to him.
I need that inside me.
Now.
‘Can I go on top?’
He barks out a laugh. ‘Is that a trick question? Of course you can; then I get to see all of you.’
