Page 61 of Happy Trails & Honey Pots

“Or not talk,” he quickly amended. “We don’t have to talk. But can you just stay? I missed you.”

A grin lifted on my lips.

He took another step forward. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel the most myself when I’m with you. There is no one I would rather talk or not talk with than you. I don’t know what you did to me, but from the moment you opened the door wearing your Atlanta Braves shirt and gray sweats, I haven’t been able to think straight.”

That was the second time he’d brought up what I’d worn on the day he’d met me. I wondered why, but I couldn’t really think straight because all of the blood that was supposed to be in my brain was going to other parts of my body as tingles erupted in my core.

I licked my lips nervously. His gaze flickered down to my mouth, and he watched my tongue as it slid across my mouth. If someone could make me come just by looking at me, it would be Miles.

He took another step forward, this one closing the distance between us. “I’m not asking for more than you’re willing to give me. I’m just asking for tonight.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll stay?”

“Yes.” I started to nod, but before my chin could move an inch, I felt myself being lifted off the ground and carried up the stairs. I giggled as I wrapped my arms around his neck. When we were halfway up the stairs, I saw the towel on the bottom step.

“You lost your towel.”

“Good, I don’t need it.”

When we got to the room, I found myself being tossed on a king-sized bed. The next thing I knew, Miles was above me. He unbuckled my jeans while I pulled my shirt up and off my head and kicked my shoes off. Within seconds, I was completely naked, and so was he.

He stood at the end of the bed, staring at me with reverent awe, almost as if he couldn’t believe I was in his bed. I don’t think I would ever understand why he felt the way he did about me, but for once in my life, I wasn’t going to overthink it.

I let my knees fall apart in silent invitation as my arms reached out to him. His nostrils flared as he climbed into bed, hovering above me. I’d missed so much about him, but I think this was what I missed the most: the weight of his body above me.

He leaned down and covered my mouth with his in a soul-claiming kiss. I could feel his erection sliding against my sex. Moving up and down my feminine folds. I moved my hand between our bodies and wrapped my fingers around hisstraining erection. I squeezed his member and began to stroke his shaft up and down. I could feel him swelling in my palm as he kissed me deeper, his tongue exploring the recesses of my mouth.

The carnal ache deep inside of me that only he could satisfy intensified with every second that passed. I’d missed the way he filled me up, stretching my body to its limits. Urgency roared from the core of my being as I lined his engorged head up to my opening. But before he pushed inside of me, he shifted, moving down my body.

He pressed open-mouth kisses along my neck, my breast, my stomach, and my hips, before settling between my legs. His fingers spread me apart, and his mouth covered my sex. His tongue licked both sides of my folds before tracing my slit, moving up and down.

My fingers fisted in the comforter as I arched my back, wanting, needing more. One of his hands gripped my hip, holding me in place, while the other moved around my leg to the hood of my sex. His finger worked in tandem with his tongue. He flicked my clit with his middle digit while he licked the base of my opening and my taint.

Within seconds, ripples of ecstasy flooded through me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. A rush of sensation so powerful overtook me that I completely surrendered to it. I cried out in abandon as my body shuddered with completion.

Miles pressed his lips to my inner thighs as the aftershocks hit me. “I want to kiss every inch of your body.”

I nodded as my legs and arms fell limp with exhaustion. If I hadn’t been with Miles before, I would swear that there was no way I would be able to come again. That there was no way I’d be able to rally. But I had been with him, so I knew this was just the beginning.

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MILES

The one regretI’d had the last time we were together was not taking my time to explore her body. I was not going to make the same mistake twice. After kissing every inch of the front of her body, I flipped Zoe over onto her stomach. Her hands gripped the comforter as I brushed her hair off of her neck. I grazed my lips across to the base of her hairline, then pressed them to her neck, shoulders, and down her spine. I continued along her back until I reached her hips and tailbone.

I wanted to commit to memory every single curve, every dip, every line of her physique. My hands massaged her butt cheeks as I peppered soft kisses on them, nipping at them and then licking where my teeth had just sunk into her fleshy mounds. She writhed beneath me, her back arching as her thighs squeezed together.

There was something so tender in our coupling as I moved lower, licking and caressing the top of both of her upper thighs, then lower to the back of her knees, her calves, her ankles, and her feet. She giggled slightly as I pressed my lips to each of her toes.

Once I’d covered every inch of her, I wedged myself between her knees, nudging her legs apart. I could see that she was wet again. Her sex was glistening with arousal. I gripped her hips and lifted them up, so her ass was in the air. My fingers ran up and down her folds, sliding easily before I leaned down and covered her pussy with my lips. She let out an audible gasp as I began to eat her out from behind.

I licked her from her clit to the base of her opening as my nose rubbed along her taint. With each pass, her arousal coated my tongue, and I lapped her juices up. My cock pulsed heavily with need as I pressed her thighs apart further, giving me even better access to her body. I tilted my head slightly and began to flick the tip of my tongue across her swollen pleasure nub. Within seconds, her entire body began to tremble as she went up and over the edge.

When she went limp from her release, she slid down so she was flat on her belly. Unable to wait a second longer to be inside of her, I moved above her and pressed my cock between her thighs, positioning my head at her entrance, then pushed myself into her wet heat. From this angle, I could only get a few inches inside of her tight canal. My chest was flat against her back, and I drove in and out of her. She reached behind her and gripped my thigh. Her nails dug into my flesh, and the sting shot straight to my balls.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted.

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