Page 40 of Sinful Desires

Wouldn’t I?

My train of thought brought with it a flash of inspiration. “I know what will relax you. Maybe we should go take a ride on your bike.”

“I don’t know.” His disinterested response made my heart sink, but I did my best to hide it. “I’m tired.”

He must have interpreted my crestfallen expression because he stood and took my face in his hands. “Otherwise, I would love to take you for a ride,” he murmured, stroking my cheeks before kissing the tip of my nose. “I’m really tired and slow, and you’re much too precious to take chances with.”

Just like that, all was forgiven. How did he do it?

It helped when he kissed me slowly and deeply, sinking his hands into my hair and holding my head in place so he could explore my mouth with his tongue until there was nothing to do but moan my encouragement. I was already wet, hot, and shaking, working his shirt buttons, spreading it open, and treating my hands to a tour of his exquisite chest and rippling abs. He pulled the shirt from his waistband, and I slid it away from his shoulders and down his arms before letting it drop to the floor.

“Thank fuck, this house is huge so no one can hear your moans,” he teased as he began exploring my bare skin, sliding the straps of my tank top down my arms, lowering his head to pepper kisses against my shoulders and across my collarbone. He knew by now the hint of danger, perceived or real, got me hotter. I would swear my skin was sizzling with every ripple of sensation going straight to my clit. It almost hurt, it felt so good.

When he pulled the tight tank over my head, I was shaking with need, moaning when he extended his tongue and flicked it across the tip of my nipple. “Or yours. Even so, we’ll have to be quiet,” I decided, biting back a moan when he scraped his teeth over the sensitive flesh.

“You think so?” Something wicked flashed across his face when our eyes met. I knew I was in trouble when he yanked my pants down to my knees without warning. “Turn around on your hands and knees for me. Let me see that beautiful ass.”

I was most definitely in trouble. That didn’t stop me from doing as he said, getting on my hands and knees with my ass in the air. “Perfect.” He growled, his hands sliding over my cheeks, making me bite back another moan. I would bite straight through my lip before much longer, but I wouldn’t have stopped him for anything, especially not when he yanked down my thong and ran a finger between my already slick lips.

“And the most beautiful pussy,” he continued, teasing my pussy with one hand, my ass with the other. I had to grab a pillow and press my face to it when there was no containing the mind-blowing heat building in my core and spreading through the rest of me. This was what I was missing. What I was afraid I wouldn’t have again when enough hours had gone without hearing from him. I was so sure it was all over, but now here I was with Miles working me the way only he could. The way only he ever had.

The way I wanted only him to do. “More… please,” I whispered, pushing back against him.

“That’s right. Keep doing that.” He lowered his zipper as he whispered, adding a thumb to my clit and working it in circles until I moaned into the pillow again. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby. Make yourself come. Let me watch.”

Throwing my hair to the side, I looked over my shoulder and found him staring down at the place where he entered me. Irealized he was stroking himself with his other hand, transfixed, and the thought of him jerking off to the sight of me practically tore my body to pieces thanks to the sudden, toe-curling orgasm that ripped through me.

It was still coursing through me when he climbed up behind me and replaced his fingers with his wide head, pushing forward and filling me all at once. Instead of coming down, I was suspended in complete ecstasy, shaking uncontrollably.

“Don’t scream, now,” he warned in a breathless whisper, taking me in deep, almost punishing strokes that rocked me forward. “Be nice and quiet while I fuck this pussy. While I come inside you. Is that what you want?”

I didn’t trust myself to raise my head, so I settled for grunting and pushing back against him the way I had before. It was incredible, the way he filled me, almost stretching me beyond what I thought I could handle. And even that had pleasure in it, knowing he could take me to my limits and then beyond.

“So fucking sweet,” he whispered, his breath coming faster. “Maybe I should come on your ass instead. Paint it with my cum. Would you like that?”

I would like anything just then, with my body heating and nipples pebbling at his words. I didn’t know anything but this, right now, each stroke pushing me closer to oblivion. I welcomed it, worked for it, and never doubted he would take me there.

Though he surprised me, pulling out when I was seconds away from the finish. My dismayed moan was cut off when he flipped me onto my back and settled between my thighs. “No, this is better,” he decided, entering me again, this time lowering himself to his forearms and teasing me with a lingering kiss as he began to move again.

He was right. This was better. Looking up at him, watching every muscle in his face react to the pleasure, to the heatbuilding where our bodies joined. “Come with me,” I begged, sinking my teeth into his shoulder to stifle a moan.

“Can you be a good, quiet girl?” he asked, grinding his teeth and slamming into me. Determined to break me. He wouldn’t.

“Yes,” I whispered, then bit my lip when his body crashed into me again.

I would never want anyone the way I wanted him, and this was why.

Nobody knew me the way he did.

Nobody left me wanting and needy like he did.

Nobody challenged me.

Nobody made me want to hold them like he did.

To comfort, protect, play with, fight, and come together like this at the end of the day and remember what it was all about—this fundamental connection.

I didn’t want him with my body. I wanted him with all of me.

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