She props herself up on her elbows. “Miles, everything okay?”
I smile, laying down beside her, running my hand along her gown all the way to the hem, then slowly pulling it up. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
SKYE
Miles runs his hand up my thigh and leaves goosebumps in its wake. The rug is soft under me, but not quite soft enough. I stand and Miles looks hurt.
“You good?”
I smile, taking his hand and leading him to one of the living room chairs. “Grand.”
I shrug off my sweater one shoulder at a time. I can’t help but smile at the look on Miles's face as he watches me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. When I’m with him, I feel like I am.
My sweater drops to the floor then I remove one strap of my nightgown. Turning around I remove the other and let the fabric drop to a pool by my feet. The cool air of the room hits me, making my nipples hard. I turn around and move my hands up my body, fingertips rubbing over my breasts. Miles grips the sides of the chair for dear life.
I move my hands down and touch my slit as Miles sucks in a breath. My fingers swirl, the sensation heightened by Miles’s gaze. How many times have I thought of him while I’ve done this and now, like a dream, he’s here. I move one finger all the way inside my legs tremblingwith want.
Miles unzips his pants, adjusting his growing bulge.
I pull out and place another finger slowly inside. I moan, “Let me see it.”
Miles stands. He quickly tosses aside his shirt, pushes his jeans down, then his boxers, exposing his huge erection.
“Stroke it.” I bite my lip, my fingers still moving.
He obeys, sitting back in the chair, his large hand moving up and down his even larger cock.
Warmth is spreading to my cheeks. I pull my fingers out and walk one slow step at time toward him. He grabs my hand and takes my fingers in his mouth, sucking and emitting a pleasant hum.
“Where’re the condoms?” I ask.
He doesn’t take my fingers out of his mouth, just points at his pants on the floor.
I remove my fingers, placing each hand on his thighs. I spread them apart as I lower slowly to my knees, my face inches from his crotch as I rifle through the pants. Pulling the condom out of the pocket, I rip open the foil and roll it on slow and firm.
Miles’s breath comes out heavier at my touch.
I stand and turn around as Miles reaches for my ass, squeezing a handful.
Slowly, I lower onto him, every nerve ending in my body tingling as I let him in deeper.
Miles’s hands reach around, squeezing my breasts as I move up and down, going deeper each time until my thighs are trembling and he’s filled me completely.
He moves his hands to my hips adjusting the angle, and oh lord he finds a spot that I’ve never felt before. I cry out, “Yes. Right there.”
Miles thrust over and over using his large hands to bring my hips down. I hold the sides of the chair, needing something to ground me.
“Go with it baby,” Miles grits out, moving a hand back to my breast. “Come for me.”
I let go of the chair and cover his hand with mine. He intertwinesour fingers as my whole body tenses, my core squeezing around him so hard we cry out together.
We are lyingon a big blanket by the fire, sipping wine and looking out at the stars, my body still pleasantly humming. I can say without a doubt that this is the most passionate affair I have ever had. But I have to be more careful.
Something about the way Miles looks at me, the way he leans in, opens me up like a book, and my whole life comes spilling out. All this talk, the way he held me, nestling his nose in my hair, as we looked at the red deer on the side of the road, feels very un-fling-like. I can feel the string between us knot together as warm and strong as one of Kate’s scarves.
Nope. We have to keep this strictly physical, surface-level.
Coo-Coo-Ca-Choo, babe.
