Her hand rises, fingers weaving in my hair as she cants her ass at me.
“Patience, baby.”
“After that many days without you, Miles, I’m all out of it.”
I growl, pressing my cock against her ass and sending a hand around her front to pluck one hard nipple between my fingers.
The whimper that huffs from her has me desperate.
More than I have been for the last six weeks without her.
More than I’ve ever felt before.
“Miles, please...” She turns back, her mouth hunting mine.
I nudge her entrance with the tip of my cock. Her breathing turns ragged.
My own breaths follow after hers as I slam into her, not caring to ever be parted again.
“Beautiful, fuck . . .”
She’s already clamping around me, her sweet little moans never-ending as her hands turn to grabby tugs in my hair.
“Oh—my . . . god.”
I slide out and thrust in hard.
Her back arches, sliding over my chest.
“Good girl,” I growl, sending a hand to her center, thrumming her clit with every thrust I take.
Her body is shaking as I pull out, ever so slow, until the tip of my cock rests in her entrance. A sob chugs through her.
“London?”
Her face is twisted. “I’m sorry.”
“Baby, it’s okay.”
“No, I left because it gothard.”
Pressure builds between my ribs.
“And I hated myself for it, Miles. I hated every minute of it. I was—” A wail spills out of her.
I cradle her against my body, dotting a kiss to the crown of her head. “I will always be your safe place to fall, baby. Let me be your safe space, please.” My voice cracks.
“As—” She turns, tears streaking down her face. “As long as you promise I can be yours.”
I haul in the breath that threatens to choke me out. “Always.”
She turns her head further, kissing my neck, and emotion cracks my resolve. A tear rolls over my chin and down my neck, and she tracks her tongue over it, catching it before it can fall.
“Now, will you let me love you the way I need to?” I rasp.
She holds my gaze, hers as watery as mine is, I imagine. “Yes sir.”
“Good girl.”
