“What’s wrong?” he asks, pushing his leg between mine. “You’re stiff as a board.”
“I don’t know how to do this,” I confess. I’m achy, I have slick sliding down my leg, and I’m ridiculously turned on. Sleep isn’t going to happen.
I voice none of these things, because I simply don’t know how I’d even begin to be able to.
“Hmm,” he growls, the scruff on his face tickling me as he rubs against my throat. “You’re in my sweatshirt, in my bed, baby. I can smell your slick. I hope you leave some on my sheets so I can lick it up when you’re gone.”
“Holy shit,” I whine, my toes curling as I force myself not to writhe.
His hand moves to squeeze my thigh, slowly gliding over my bare skin.
“Miles,” I gasp.
“Yes?” he asks, kissing my throat as I drop my head back.
“I’m…not wearing underwear.”
His fingers still and he makes a deep sound in his chest as his dick begins to harden against my ass.
“I was doing so fucking well until you said that, Baby Girl,” he whispers in prayer. “Dammit, now all I want to do is sink my fingers in your warm cunt so you can milk them until you come.”
Whimpering, my fingers clench on the sheets as I writhe.
“I wonder,” he says. “Can you come just from the sound of my voice?”
“I’m,” I gasp. “…pretty damn close.”
“Want to know what I’ve noticed?” Miles asks, his fingers moving over my skin again, but at an agonizingly slow pace.
“What?” I pant.
“You’re so responsive,” he purrs. “I can feel the goosebumps rising along your skin.”
“I like…your touch,” I say brokenly. “I think I like you more than I thought I would.”
“Well that’s a relief,” Miles snarks, his fingers pushing the sweatshirt I’m wearing up. “Do you like this?”
“Yes,” I murmur, eyelashes fluttering.
“Good,” he murmurs, squeezing a handful of my ass. “Your skin is so soft. Ugh, I shouldn’t want to go further than this.”
“No?” I ask.
“No,” he rumbles. “I just want one kiss, and then we have to go to bed. Turn around for me, Caelia.”
I really want him to kiss me. Wiggling until I’m able to move, I turn to face him.
“Now you listen,” he says, hooking my thigh over his hip and pulling me close. I can feel his hard length against my arousal and stiffen. “Sorry, fuck. Let me move back.”
“I just…wasn’t expecting your cock against me like that,” I say. “You feel really big.”
“Goddamit, you can’t say things like that to me,” he mutters, moving his hips so he’s not pressed against me. He brushes his nose against mine sweetly, and I lift my lips toward him.
Instead, he makes me chase him, until I’m laughing as he makes a game out of it. Finally, he presses his lips against mine, grinning as he kisses me. There’s a lot more to Miles than I think anyone realizes. He’s silly, dominant, and has a tight grip on his control too.
My hands fist his hair as I kiss him, following him when he lays back and he drags me on top of his body. It might look likeI’m in control, but his hands are kneading and squeezing my ass until my hips begin to grind against him.
His tongue drags against mine as we deepen the kiss, and all I can hear are our moans and heavy breathing.
