Partners I trusted had beenfew and far between. I was so lucky to have Miles.
None of which meant I wasn’t going to teasehim mercilessly. Especially since I was pretty sure he loved it.
“Pumpkin?” I offered, sinceMiles still hadn’t made a move. “Sugar? Cinnamon roll? My little—ah—”
My hips jerked as Milesshoved two fingers in at once, harder than I was expecting, the sudden rush ofsensation shutting me up. A low, needy moan vibrated in the back of my throatas he twisted them, and then again when he turned and crooked them, hitting thespot he was so obviously looking for on the first try.
I was sure I’d had half adozen other nicknames all lined up to offer him, but they’d just melted out ofmy ears along with most of my ability to think or speak.
The thought that he musthave done this to himself plenty of times if it was so easy for him to do it tome didn’thelp at all. Fuck.
He wasn’t being sogentle this time, either. Working his fingers back and forth, a rocking motionthat he’d clearly had plenty of practice at, a pace that was aimed at gettingoff.
My cock twitched under me.Thiswas more like it.
“I have a name,” he said,not pausing for a single stroke. Speeding up until he was well and trulyfucking me with two long fingers, twisting them again so the first knucklesgrazed that same sensitive spot on every thrust.
“Miles,” I gasped, notentirely because itwashis name—more because I’d forgotten mostother words. He’d gone from zero to sixty in two seconds flat.
I loved it.
“Correct,” he said, and Icouldhearhim smirking ashe eased off, slowing his thrusts down a little so I could breathe.
The pounding in my earsslowed down, the sudden rush of arousal giving way to a slow ebb-and-flow as herocked his fingers in and out of me, back tonot enoughagain.
This was my fault. I’d teased him,and now he was getting payback.
I couldn’t have asked fora better boyfriend. The thought of howhotthat was made megrin all over again, my hips rocking against the pillow under them as hefinally hit a rhythm that wasperfectfor me.
“Love you,” I gritted out,full of warm, fuzzy feelings about how lucky I was, and how great this felt,and how exciting the thought of getting to do this over and over again wasstarting to seem.
I knew I had a huge, sappysmile plastered across my face, but I didn’t care. How could I when I’dfinally found what I’d been looking for all this time?
Sweet, kind Miles, who had amile-wide wicked streak when he wanted to and the cutest butt I’d ever seen. Whocould have asked for more?
“Too late for that.” Mileslaughed. “I haven’t forgotten what you put me through. You’re gonna lie backand take this like a man.”
All I could manage inresponse was a low groan.Goddamnhe was hot when he was getting allbossy. How did the people who worked under himcope?
“You like this,” he purred,and I could just picture his eyes lighting up.
I nodded, since there wasn’t a whole lot ofpoint in lying. Ididlike this, and I was just starting toremember how much. Waiting for Miles’ confidence to build up so he could fuck mewas torture.
“I’d like it a whole lotmore if you’d hurry it up,” I tried, aiming at lighthearted but overshootingand landing, I was pretty sure, on desperate.
At least that washonest.
“I’m enjoying this, though,”Miles said, then paused a moment, and to my dismay, pulled his fingers out. “Rollover.”
Roll over?
My brain hadn’t gotten all theway through asking the question before my body decided to obey without any furtherinput. I rolled onto my back, lifting my hips as Miles moved out of the way andshoved the pillow back under them.
“Muchbetter.” He smirked,looking me up and down with so much heat in his gaze that I could practicallyfeel it roving over my body.
Licking his lips, heshuffled back into position between my legs, pushing one thigh further apart ashe settled into place.
All my attention went to hiscock, straining up toward his stomach, the perfect curve that I justknewwas going to feel amazing inside me, precome making the head glisten.
