“London, I need you to keep those words to yourself. At least this first time.”
The hint of a smile tugs at my face with the knowledge I affect this incredible man so much.
That little thrill I will be bottling up for later.
I sink lower, holding my breath as the stretch deepens and the sting starts to subside.
“Fuck, beautiful, you feel incredible,” he rasps, his hands gripping my hips. “Don’t you dare move.”
“Miles?” My chest snaps up and down with each heavy pant.
I’m trembling around him, hands gliding up his neck and into his hair. He tilts his head up as if asking for my mouth.
And I give it to him, devouring him as we sit and wait for each of us to get accustomed to the way we fit together. His parted lips, mine. His tongue, sliding against mine, also belongs to me in this moment.
“Mine,” I whisper against his mouth.
His lips curl into the softest grin. “Yes ma’am.”
Oh fuck.
If there was ever a moment that could make me fall hard and fast and irrevocably deep for Miles Hammond, this would be it.
I need to move.
Dusting a kiss to his lips, I capture his jaw with both palms and rise on my knees.
His eyes shutter closed as a raw, guttural moan works over his throat.
I study his face, taking in the minute changes that happen with every inch I rise higher. It’s fascinating.
Feeling the tip stretching my entrance, I sink, faster than before.
“Fuck, beautiful.” His hips jerk, and I meet the movement.
And god... Every inch of me is lit with a spark only he’s ever brought.
I dip my head, claiming his mouth as I rise again. The instant I fall back down, we both groan.
It’s too much. It’s nowhere near enough.
And I’maddicted.
To the way we move together. To his hard angles and warmth. The complete adoration in his eyes when I take up the rhythm between us.
To him.
His grip on my hips turns punishing as he slows my movements. “Easy, beautiful.”
I slow down, taking longer on each rise, settling into each fall like I belong in this very spot.
Miles explores my chest with his hands, cupping each breast before suckling my aching peaks.
And my hips roll on their own accord.
Bliss spirals through my core, and I can’t help but pick up the pace. “I can’t?—”
I’m breathless, rising and falling as I continue to roll my hips.
