“You’re so damn perfect,” he says reverently.
“I don’t know about that,” I say, chest heaving. I want more, but I’m not sure how to ask for it.
Soon, the moment passes as he leans up and gives me one more kiss.
“Get comfortable,” he murmurs, helping me move but refusing to let me roll off his body. “No, I need to hold you. You’re officially stuck with me, needy as you are.”
“You made me like this,” I sigh, laying my head on his chest. His fingers dig into my hair, rubbing my scalp to help me relax.
“Sometimes, I can’t quite help myself,” he confesses. “You know what this means, right?”
“What?” I mumble, my eyes beginning to close. It’s been a long day.
“I’m going to need to kiss you more often,” Miles says. “In the morning, before you leave, as often as I possibly can.”
“I think I can handle that,” I admit, yawning.
“Till tomorrow then,” he says. “Goodnight.”
I can’t say anything back because I’m pulled under into sleep.
MILES
It took me a while to go to sleep because I had Caelia pressed against me. It felt wrong to sleep when I just wanted to drink in every second of this. Finally, I did pass out, waking up to findmyself using her tits as a pillow and her sweatshirt pushed up to her waist.
Caelia continues to sleep as I stroke my hands over her skin, staying at her stomach and not going anywhere else as I listen to her heartbeat. I can even tell when she wakes up because of how she moans slightly and her breathing changes.
“Good morning,” I mumble, ghosting my hands down her body until she arches her back.
“Miles,” she whispers. “I kept dreaming about you last night.”
“What was I doing?” I ask, trusting her to stop me if she doesn’t want me to do something. My fingers keep moving until I’m gripping her asscheeks, and my cock is straining against my sleep shorts.
“Your…you, are making me crazy,” she admits.
“Words, Baby Girl. I need them. Did I shove my thick tongue in your pussy or did I suck on the tits I’ve been using as pillows?” I ask.
“Fuck, the first one,” Caelia moans.
“If you want me to worship between your thighs, I need you to tell me.”
“How is that so easy for you?” she asks.
I refuse to tell her ‘with practice’. She doesn’t need to fucking know that. My past is exactly that, in the past. I have been having a very dry spell, been tested, and know I’m clean. Anything else, I’ll tell her if asked.
“Why don’t you try it,” I say instead, moving until I can kiss her stomach.
Tentatively, she pushes my sweatshirt up until she’s baring her breasts. Her nipples are tight and a deep pink, and I can feel my mouth begin to water.
“I want…you to suck on my breasts,” she says, her skin beginning to flush.
“Yes,” I growl, moving so I can suck on her nipple. My hand squeezes her other tit, waiting to see what she likes.
“More,” she moans, her fingers sinking into my hair. I want her to lose herself completely with me.
“It’s all yours,” I mumble, kissing and sucking until she gasps, her thighs attempting to close with me in between them in need. I haven’t moved further than her stomach. “Push my head where you want me, baby.”
I grin as she shoves me down, and I press her legs open so I can stare at her pussy. She’s puffy, slick, and needy.
