He stands and unzips his jeans, and I swear the sound does something to me. My mouth is watering, my cheeks flushed. He lets his pants drop and then his boxers. I drop to my knees, running my hands up his calves, the muscles firm under my palm, to his thighs, then finally to his hard cock.
He sucks in a breath as I stroke, lightly at first, then with a bit more force. I bring my lips to the tip.
“Skye you don’t have to.”
“I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.”
He runs a hand through my hair, smirking. “What about feeding the chickens?”
“This is a far more handsome cock.”
I’m done talking. I put my mouth around him, and he moans. It’s a lovely sound. I move my mouth over him, feeling him swell on my tongue. I move my hand as well, until his thighs are shaking.
Hepulls at my arms to stand. I do and he leads me back to the bed, laying me down. “My turn. Spread your legs.”
I obey.
He brings his fingers to my slit, his eyes widening. “You're so wet. Is this all for me?”
“Yes.”
He moves his fingers in a swirl, watching my face intently. “Can I put my mouth on you?”
“You can have me any way you want.”
He kisses my neck, moving his way down, stopping at my breast and taking my nipple in his mouth, all the while still swirling. He sucks lightly, then just as he bites, he slides a finger inside me and I cry out with how good it feels.
He moves to my next breast, licking and sucking all the while thrusting his hand deeper and deeper.
As his mouth moves down my stomach, the tide inside me swells. He brings his lips to my slit, swirling and sucking. My hips move, needing more pressure.
“Did you bring a condom?”
He’s across the room in an instant, messing with his discarded jeans in a shot and back, the foil package already open, the condom rolling on. “Are you sure?”
“Miles, I want you inside me. Now.”
“Yes, mam.”
He takes my leg and puts it on his shoulder. I take him, the weight of his cock heavy in my hand, and guide him to my center. He eases in an inch at a time, and I lay back, relaxing my muscles, letting him fill me.
I bring my hands to my breasts, and Miles grunts out. “Fuck yes.”
I squeeze them together as his thrusts get harder and faster. The pressure inside me is building. “More oh, Miles.”
He thrusts all the way in, his hand tight on my thigh, his other hand moves to my slit and swirls. Stars explode in my vision. My body fillswith warmth and tingles. My heart races as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
Miles swells under me, his arms shaking as he calls out my name.
We are lyingon the bed, both completely spent. Our clothes strewn all over the wee room. As rooms go, it is nicer than I remember. There’s an en suite bathroom with a stand-up shower. The window overlooks the streets of Foyers. Most importantly, it has a large bed that came in extremely handy.
Miles is lightly tracing the contours of my stomach and hips. In past relationships, I’ve always been self-conscious about my stomach. I don’t know if it’s maturity or Miles, but I don’t feel that way with him. A tiny voice in the back of my head pipes up.“Maybe it’s because this is not a real relationship. None of this is real.”
I turn on my side in an attempt to muffle the voice.
Miles smiles and props himself up on his elbow. “Hi.”
“Hi yourself,” I say in my best old Hollywood starlet voice.
