Page 113 of Falling

“Do you understand what I’m saying, baby?” he asks, and I realize I’ve just been staring at him with his face between my legs.

“Yes,” I whisper. He brushes his thumb against my clit, and I cry out. “Please.”

He strokes me again, murmuring, “So polite, aren’t you?”

Before I can reply, two fingers slip inside of me in one quick motion. I clench around him, the size of his fingers filling me up. I roll my hips as he pumps in and out of me faster. It's not the fireworks that make me see sparks fly, it’s him. It’s allhim.

“Miles,” I cry when his tongue covers my clit. His mouth and his fingers move inside me in a practiced motion as I squirm beneath him. The sounds that I can hear myself making mixed in with the slick sound of his fingers inside of me are obscene. His free hand braces on my thigh, keeping my legs clamped around his face as he devours me.

“Wait,” I say, panting, and his fingers immediately pause as I pulse around him. “Go slower, please. I’m going to come if you keep doing that. I want this to last longer.”

He listens to me, and he’s a quick learner. Before I know it, my whole body is shaking with need as his mouth and fingers taunt me in the way I like. “Like this?” he asks, laying his tongue flat against my swollen clit slowly, and I moan. “That’s it, baby.”

I grip onto the sheets, turning my head to muffle my cries into the pillow. I can’t remember the last time I had a real orgasm before Miles gave me one. He’s so fucking good at this that it pisses me off.

“Such a good girl,” Miles murmurs into my skin, “So wet for me. You’re making it so easy to fill you with my fingers.”

My heartrate skyrockets. “Miles, I?—”

“Come on my tongue, baby,” he murmurs, and I explode. My entire body trembles, and he continues licking me, tasting me as my eyes roll back in my head. I’m still trying to catch my breath as he kneels over me. “You’re a sight, Wren. Just fucking perfect.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I say, looking down at his length straining against his boxers. “Do you want to do something about that or just keep looking at me?”

“Such a smart mouth.” He runs his thumb across my bottom lip, shaking his head. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d be starting to think that you just want me to shut you up with my cock down your throat.”

I swallow at the image he’s just painted because,god,he has a mouth on him. He might give off this golden retriever energy to everybody else, but I know that this is how he speaks to me in private, and I fucking love it.

“Is that what you want, baby?” he murmurs, still running his thumb against my lips.

I shake my head. “No, Miles, I want you inside me.”

“You want— You?—”

“Yes.” I groan. “Stop pretending to be shy and fuck me. Fuck me however you want. I don’t care. I need?—”

“Someone to make you feel good and fuck that bratty little attitude right out of you?”

“Yes.”

He smiles to himself at the way he’s managed to turn me inside out. He takes off his boxers, rolls on a condom, and teases his cock at my entrance. He’s big and hard and so fucking ready for me, but he keeps teasing me like he wants to draw this out.

“Do you need me to guide you, pretty boy? Or do you know what you’re doing?” I bite out, shaking my head as he continues to torture me.

He stares at the place our body is connected, slipping himself in and out of me so fucking slowly, filling me up just to pull back out. “So fucking needy,” he mutters. I’m all for foreplay and edging, but this is where I draw the line. I feel like I’ve been waiting for years for this moment, but he’s right in front of me and he’s not giving meeverything.

I shift up the bed and grab his shoulders so he’s beneath me. “What are you doing?” he asks when I rub myself over his length, and he hisses. I coat his dick with my wetness as he shifts beneath me, his hips bucking upward.

I roll my hips again, and he hisses. “I’m doing what you’re clearly incapable of.”

“I was trying to savor it.”

“Savor it, my ass. When I tell you to fuck me, I’m expecting you to do just that,” I say, kissing him. I use one hand to guide him into me, sinking onto him, taking every inch slowly until my ass drops onto his thighs. “If not, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

His hands circle my waist, and I lean forward, grinding on him. “I think I like it when you take matters into your own hands,” he whispers, looking down to where we’re connected. His fingers dig into my skin, moving me up and down as his hips buck and I meet his every thrust. “I want you to use me. Fuck me until you get what you need, baby.”

If I knew he would be so generous in the bedroom, I would have taken the initiative a long time ago. I do exactly as he says, riding him hard as his hands and mouth brand me everywhere. I want nothing more than to be in this moment with him, tethered to him, close to him, and I could even excuse the hickeys if he gives me more.

We move in sync as he guides my hips around him, moving in circles and forward and backward. I don’t think I could think of coherent words if I tried, so I let myself get lost in him, the sound of our moans filling the room.

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