The need that has been steadily growing since I stepped into the shower is driving me past the brink of insanity.
I haven’t done this before.
And his cock, now leaking a pearly drop, seems enormous compared to where I know it needs to go. Body trembling, I’m aching for him, despite my heart flinging in my chest.
“Slow, please. It’s . . . I?—”
“Beautiful, is this your first?” His face twists a little, those blue eyes tightening.
“Yes.”
His hand slides behind my neck, and my forehead meets his.
“You’re in charge, then,” he rumbles.
Oh fuck.
I—
I drop my gaze to his cock before flicking it back up.
Miles drops his head, his tongue capturing my nipple as it swirls around the aching bud.
“Oh, god. Miles . . .”
Hips moving of their own accord, a moan tumbles through my lips.
He sucks hard, and I feel the sensation all the way down to my bones, the heat sinking to my core sending me higher still.
Just do it, London.
He’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
If I could give this to anyone, it would be Miles.
I hesitate, hands gripping his shoulders. “Help a girl out?”
His hands wrap around my hips, lifting me until the tip of his cock nudges my entrance.
I can’t breathe.
“Look at me, beautiful.”
I don’t even realize I’m staring into nothingness until his grip guides my chin down and to the side. My gaze falls to his face, and he rasps, “Good girl. Down you go, easy now.”
I lower myself onto his cock.
The stretch is too much.
A burn starts up and I gasp, swallowing down the emotion taking me by surprise. I flick my gaze back to the wall before tilting my head up.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
Dragging my attention back to the gorgeous man under me, I utter, “Yes sir.”
He growls at me.
Literally fucking growls, and I still, only his tip inside me.
