“Fuck, baby. I love hearing you say it. Tell me again.”
“I love you, Miles.”
His mouth crashes onto mine, his tongue sweeping deep as he thrusts into me. He pulls back with a sharp inhale, breath hissing out. “Fuck. I’m not gonna last.”
His movements turn jerky, his rhythm faltering as he chases his release. I rock into him, and he buries his face in my neck, breath hot against my skin, chest brushing against mine.
His whole body goes taut, then slack as he comes with a muttered curse. The pulse of him inside me and the grind of his hips tip me over the edge. I flutter around him, stars bursting behind my eyelids that have nothing to do with the night sky.
I’m still trembling, trying to catch my breath, when he pulls out of me and shifts down. He spreads my thighs wide, watching his release slip from me. My face flushes. Then his fingers slide through it, gathering, before he pushes it back in with an unhurried stroke. “I like you filled with me, honey.”
I clench around his fingers, and his lips tip up on one side, satisfaction flashing in his eyes. “You like it, too.” It’s not a question, but I nod anyway, breath catching when his fingers curl inside me.
His thumb finds my clit and presses in tight strokes that make me squirm. “Do you need to come again, baby?”
“Yes,” is out of my mouth before he finishes.
My head falls back, my gaze tipping to the sky as he thrusts two fingers into me. Wet, filthy sounds mix with the song of crickets.
“Miles—” I start, but whatever I was going to say disappears when the soft heat of his mouth finds me. I jerk up, onto my elbows, and look down just in time to see him drag his tongue slowly from my entrance to my clit. “Holy?—”
His gaze catches mine, pupils blown wide before his eyes drift shut, a low hum vibrating against me. His tongue slidesinside, tasting me, tastingus. I gasp, my hand flying to his hair, my fingers tangling in the strands.
He doesn’t stop. Just licks me clean until I’m shaking. Until I come again on his tongue with a broken cry.
When he finally pulls back, he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. Then another to my hip.
I catch his wrist. “C’mere.”
His gaze lifts to mine, and I tug him to me. He groans against my mouth, one hand braced beside my head as I lick inside. Heat rushes through me all over again, followed by a shiver when the breeze skims over my skin.
I ease back, but he follows for another kiss, not done with me yet.
My lips are swollen by the time he settles beside me and pulls the blanket over both of us. My body is boneless, my skin oversensitive, but everything eases when he tucks me into his side, his arm wrapping around me.
“Why was that so hot?” I smile, looking up at the sky. “You’ve got tricks for me yet, Miles King.”
His laugh is quiet and rough, more felt than heard. “That I do.”
Silence settles around us, nothing but insects chirping and the sound of our steady breaths. His fingers trace lazily over my bare shoulder beneath the blanket, and I can’t wipe the smile from my face as the stars blink overhead.
I swallow.
I don’t want it to end.
This night. This love.
This life.
A star shoots across the sky, and we both follow its path until it disappears.
“It’s cold,” he murmurs after a while, rubbing my arm. “We should go inside.”
I nuzzle closer into his warmth. “Just a little longer.”
He breathes out softly, and I can hear the smile in it.
“What do you see when you look at them?” I whisper.
