My laughter fades.
No, no we’re not.
“No, never.”
“Good.” He bites down on the other nipple.
Punishment for another man’s name in his bed. For me not taking this seriously. Either would fit.
And the heat from his mouth over my skin sinks to my core, dousing the ember there in a fuel that sends the spark to a full-on bonfire.
“Ah, god. Miles.”
“Yeah, baby?” His head lifts, blue eyes darkened with desire burning into mine.
“More, please . . .”
He shuffles back on the bed, disappearing under the sheet as his broad shoulders wedge between my thighs.
Warm hands grip and spread my thighs, and I almost jolt off the bed when his tongue sweeps through my soaked center.
“God, Christ, fuck.” My hands curl around the sheet and tighten further with every lick, suckle, and nip he lays on my pussy.
Nobody has ever touched me like this. Not there, not ever.
The warmth disappears as Miles plants kisses between my thighs, pushing them wider before two fingers sink inside me.
“God above, that’s so good,” I whine.
It is good, but it’s still nowhere near enough.
“Mi—”
He suckles down on my clit, hard, pumping his fingers in and out as he curls them forward. Pleasure pools, tension building in every inch of me. I whimper, and he groans around my clit before flicking it with his tongue.
I shatter.
Into a thousand million pieces, more singular iterations of one person than should ever exist, as my hips leave the bed and my body chases the friction it needs, grinding over his mouth.
White-knuckling the bed, I whine, “Miles! Mi—oh... fuck.”
His tongue is still working me over when I come crashing back down. My fingers unfurl from the duvet and they blindly hunt for his face, eyes still unseeing from euphoria, and land in his hair.
With a playful tug, I have him crawling over me, his mouth sinking over mine.
I taste my release over his lips, on his tongue.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
His hard length presses against my center. I could so easily move my hips and he’d?—
“How’s that head of yours, beautiful?”
“Better, thank you,” I whisper.
“Good, good girl.”
I moan at the phrase. Never pegged that particular combination of words to send me spiraling. But out of his mouth... they’reeverything.
