Page 30 of Worth the Fall

"You try spending all afternoon watching you be an amazing dad while looking unfairly attractive," I retort, running my hands over his chest. "Holy shit," I whisper, not meaning to say it out loud, "do you know how distracting you are?"

He laughs, deep and warm, as his hands find the tie of my wrap dress. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing watching you with Felicity." His fingers pause on the knot. "May I?"

I nod, breath catching as he slowly unwraps the dress, letting it pool at my feet. His eyes darken as they trail over my body, lingering on the matching black lace set I'd chosen with perhaps too much optimism.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He groans, dragging a hand over his jaw as the bulge in his pants that’s already struggling to be contained grows even larger. "Beautiful," he murmurs, pulling me close. The feel of skin on skin makes us both groan. "So"—he kisses me—"fucking"—another kiss—"beautiful."

His mouth finds that spot behind my ear that makes me shiver as his hands begin to explore, learning what makes me gasp, what makes me arch into his touch. He toys with me, rubbing my nipples through my bra, his other hand tangling in my hair.

"Want to hear you," he says against my neck, his touch teasing. He drags his fingers down my body, settling against my panties. "Need to hear you." When his fingers slip beneath the lace, I have to bite his shoulder to keep quiet.

"Miguel." His name escapes in a rushed whoosh when I feel his finger slip between my lips, my arousal soaking his fingers instantly.

"That’s right," he groans as he fucks my mouth with his tongue, his thumb circling my clit as he dips two fingers all the way inside me.

I moan loudly as he hits just the right spot. "Please…"

"Please what, Mia?" His authoritative tone is back. "Tell me how what you want to feel."

"Oh, oh, oh." I’m panting, my mouth hanging open as my hands dig into his biceps to keep myself upright as he continues to stimulate my G-spot and clit.

"How about," he says gently, tipping my face up to look at him, "you just lie back and let me finish making you come."

He guides me back toward the bed, laying me down with a gentleness that conflicts with what he’s doing to me. But there's nothing gentle about the way he looks at me—like he wants to devour me whole.

"Still sure?" he asks one more time, hovering above me as he continues to edge me over and over.

In answer, I pull him down for a kiss that tells him exactly how sure I am. His control snaps beautifully, hands and mouth seemingly everywhere at once until I'm writhing beneath him, my orgasms hitting me so hard I’m confident I’ll lose consciousness.

"Need you," I gasp as his mouth trails lower. "Now."

"Not yet," he murmurs against my stomach. "Been dreaming about this too long to rush it."

His words send heat flooding through me even though I feel like it’s all I can do to not snap but before I can respond, he puts his mouth exactly where I need him most and coherent thought becomes impossible. My hands fist in his hair as pleasure builds, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

This man doesn’t just have a silver tongue in the courtroom.

The things he’s doing to me… the swirls and flicks and sucking and lapping. I have never had a man make me grip the sheets so hard I’m worried I’m going to shred them. Or have my back arched so high I feel like I’m having a demon exercised from me.

When I come apart, he works me through it gently before kissing his way back up my body. The reverence in his touch makes my heart stutter even as desire builds again.

"I apologize if it’s too crass, but I could drown in your pussy. The way you taste…" His eyes roll back, his jaw clenching as he grips my hip bone so tight I know it’s going to bruise. "I’m going to need to eat you out every fucking day." He dips down once more, dragging his tongue slowly up me before settling over me.

"Condom?" he asks against my neck, voice strained with restraint.

"Pill," I manage, wrapping my legs around his hips. "Clean. You?"

"Clean. Tested recently." His control visibly wavers as I arch against him. "You sure?"

"Miguel." I cup his face, making him look at me. "I want you. All of you. Please, fuck me before I lose my mind," I beg, undoing his belt and zipper in record time. "Why are these still on?"

"I had to do something to keep myself restrained." He chuckles, standing to shove his pants and underwear down his thick thighs, kicking them to the side before grabbing himself at the base.

My eyes bulge. "Oh," is all I can manage as I watch him stroke himself slowly.

"Oh?" he says, stepping closer until his legs are pressed against the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows, watching a devious grin slip into place. He knows exactly what that ‘oh’ meant and he’s enjoying watching me take in his size and girth—holy shit, the girth!

"As in, oh God, I’m not sure I’m equipped to handle that size of a… legal brief."

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