Page 44 of Happy Trails & Honey Pots

Pleasure began to build low in my belly as I ground my sex against his muscular, jean-covered thigh. One hand kneaded my ass cheek while the other massaged my breast, and his mouth nipped and sucked my puckered flesh. The sensations all combined to overwhelm me, and soon I was going up and over the edge.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I cried out as I fisted my hands in his hair and rode out my release on his leg. Tremors radiated from my core as tingles lashed through me.

Once the orgasm subsided, my limbs went limp, and my head fell back against the wall. I hadn’t dry-humped since I was a teenager, and I’d never actually come from doing it. I suddenly felt embarrassed that I had.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I mumbled against Miles’ neck as I snaked my arms around him.

He ran his hands up and down my back. “Did that feel good?”

His voice was deep, and it vibrated against my chest.

“Yes.” I nodded my head.

“Good.” He unsnapped my bra and then moved his kisses lower down over my belly as he kneeled in front of me. “But I bet I can make you feel even better.”

“Um, I’m not sure…” I’d never had multiple orgasms before.

His eyes lifted up to mine, and there was a spark of determination. “You don’t think I can?”

“I’ve never been able to come more than once.”

The corner of his mouth curled up in a bad-boy half grin. “Good. I like a challenge.”

His hands both shifted to my lower back, and he pulled the zipper to my skirt down. I felt myself getting a little shy as the material fell to the floor. I wasn’t a supermodel, or on a special diet, or an actress who had a trainer. I didn’t even work out that often. I had stretch marks from having AJ. I ate carbs and worked long hours in a hospital where there were a lot of vending machines with candy bars and chips in them. It’s not that I had low self-esteem, but I also knew that I had curves.

I shifted on my feet, feeling very self-conscious.

Miles stilled, his eyes lifting up to mine. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I shook my head.

His eyes were boring into mine, and I knew that he wasn’t going to let this go.

“If you want to stop?—”

“It’s not that it’s just….I’m not… I don’t have time to exercise because I work so much, and I’ve had a baby and?—”

“You don’t think you’re sexy?” He cut me off.

“It’s not that. I’m fine for normal women, but the women you’ve been with?—”

He stood abruptly, cutting off my words. My eyes widened as he grabbed my hand, pressing it to his pants. When he did, my fingers curled around a very hard, very large erection. I felt my cheeks heat.

He lowered his head so his forehead rested against mine. With the hand not pressing mine to his hard-on, he cupped my face. He spoke in a pained, raspy voice, “I’ve been like this for weeks. Ever since you opened the door in your Atlanta Braves shirt and sweats. All you have to do is breathe, and I get hard. Whenever I’m near you, I have to actively think of anything other than how sweet you smell, how sexy you look, how bad I want to kiss you, and to taste you, so I don’t embarrass myself. It has been killing me. You have been killing me. You are the sexiest, mostbeautifulwoman I have ever seen.”

With every word he spoke, his shaft was pulsing heavily against my palm. Each word he spoke sent hot flashes of need spiking in me.

His breath fanned my face as his thumb grazed my cheek. “Do you believe me?”

Even though somewhere in the back of my head, I knew he was an actor, and this could all be fake; it felt real to me. I trusted him. I couldn’t explain why, but I did.

“Yes.”

He dropped back to his knees and tugged my underwear down my legs roughly. I stepped out of them, and he lifted my right leg and placed it over his shoulder. He turned his head and pressed several kisses to my inner thigh. Hearing everything he’d just said, feeling how hard he was, seeing his face so close tomy sex, feeling the stubble of his cheek barely graze my feminine folds, had me so close to going over the edge once more.

When he turned, I watched as he used his fingers to spread me apart. I watched as he ran his tongue from the base of my opening to the hood of my sex. When he reached my sensitive clit, my hips jerked, and he carefully licked around it several times before flicking over it, electrifying every nerve ending in my body. My release slammed into me as my body convulsed. Miles continued licking my clit until the very last echoes of pleasure had vibrated through me.

My knees buckled beneath me, and I was vaguely aware of trying to hold myself up. Miles stood, pinning me between himself and the wall. I gripped his shoulders as I floated down from the cloud of bliss.

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