I was so glad Miles had hisown washer-dryer in the bathroom. Twice-daily trips to the laundromat wouldhave gotten ridiculous quickly.
And Iwasplanning towreck his sheets on atleasta daily basis, now that we’d finally gottenour acts together.
“You’re a lot gentler aboutit than I am,” I said, folding my arms under my head.
“I’ve never done this toanother person before,” Miles confessed softly. “Probably should have mentionedthat earlier.”
A jolt of arousal made meshift on the bed.
Miles’ first timedoing this, and I got to be here with him.Me. Warm joy filledmy ribcage at the thought.
“Really?” I asked, though Iknew he was telling the truth. I just wanted to hear it again.
“Really,” he said. “I’vedone it for myself plenty of times, but… you’re my first, for this. Your ass isgreat, by the way.”
“Thank you.” I grinned tomyself, shifting my knees further apart again. “Just take it easy and you’ll befine. I’m pretty tough.”
Miles snorted. “I’ve seen yoursoft, fuzzy underbelly now,” he said, idly circling my hole. He might not havedone this to anyone else before, but he sure as hell knew how to tease himself,and he was clearly not about to let me get off that easy.
Not that I wanted him to. We’d both had ascare tonight. I wanted him as close as possible for as long as possible.
“You’re just a big teddybear under all those muscles, and you can’t pretend otherwise anymore.”
I opened my mouth to answer,but Miles chose that moment to finally push his finger in, the sudden stretchmaking me gasp instead.
“Too much?” he asked,hesitating.
“Not enough,” I responded. Iwas going to need alotmore than this, but it was a start, and thenervous little knot in the pit of my stomach had eased off now. Miles knew whathe was doing. He planned to be gentle. I was in good hands.
I’d known that, but now Icould see for sure that it was true.
“Patience,” Miles said, andhe was havingwaytoo much fun at my expense as he said it. I’d remember that,and I’d pay him back later.
He’d clearly forgotten justhow long I could keep him on edge if he was risking teasing me. Hell, he hadn’tseenhalfof what I coulddo, if I was motivated enough.
“Imagine how good I’m gonnafeel,” I responded. “How hot and tight I’ll be.”
An audible swallow was allthe answer I needed.
Shifting my weight again, Ilifted my hips a little way off the bed, grabbing one of the other pillows toprop myself up. That’d save the sheets, at least.
Miles was still beingcareful, and I appreciated that, but I didn’twantcareful. Iwanted him to fuck me.
Now I knew howhefelt last time.
“Second finger,” I prompted,since Miles was still on the first one. He’d get the hang of this.
I could hardly wait to lethim practice on me more often.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Honey, I can barely feelwhat you’re doing right now,” I said, which was true. Once the first brightpain-pleasure stretch was over, I’d gotten used to it quickly. I was relaxed,and eager, and ready for this.
“Honey?”
“Would you prefersweetheart?” I smirked as I felt him line up a second finger, a little rippleof anticipation making me shiver at the thought of it. It’d been too long sinceI’d done this.Waytoo long.
With a partner I trusted, Iloved it.
