Page 108 of Loving You

His mouth is back on me in record time, but this time, he slides a finger in, joining his tongue. Then two, then three.

“Ahh,” I say as he fingers and licks me with crazed passion. “It's too much. It’s … it's … it’s …”

I suck in a breath as the tingle of my orgasm rips through my body.

“Fuck yeah, baby, I can feel you pulsing on my fingers, and I love it.”

His face dives back in, his tongue taking over for his hand, and I ride out the wave of pure bliss.

When I finally catch my breath, Miles is standing by the island, shaking out my shorts and handing me my underwear.

“I have to be honest with you, Quinn. I’ve seen you touch yourself, come on my face, and I’ve seen you with your lips wrapped around my dick. I just can’t decide what I like most.”

And then he kisses my lips, biting my bottom one as he pulls back.

I lock my legs around his waist and pull him toward me with my heels so that I can deepen the kiss.

With a hand on each of my hips, he squeezes and then glides them up to my chin. He tilts my head back so that he can lick and press his lips to my neck.

“I need to take you upstairs so that I can see what you look like with my cock inside you. After that, maybe I can decide.”

“Yes,” I moan. I want that, too.

My pleading response might be enough, but just to be sure, I hollow out my stomach to make room for my hand. I then unbuckle his pants and slide my hands inside his boxers.

He’s hard, and when I push his pants down, his erection springs free, begging to be taken care of.

Miles scoots me off the counter, holding me with my legs wrapped tight around him as he moves for the stairs.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you in my kitchen, I’m not letting that be the first place I take you. Nor the second or the third.”

His words turn me on all over again. Whatever this man has planned for me, I’m into it.

I grab his erection again and begin to stroke him.

He slams me to the wall at the base of the stairs and kisses me hard. “Someone’s impatient.”

“It’s hard not to be when this is what I have to look forward to.”

He groans, my hand never slowing its strokes.

“How am I supposed to go upstairs while you do that? Fuck, it feels good.”

I lean forward, biting his ear. “Just think of how reaching the top means you get to lay me on your bed and sink your—ah!” I squeal as he races up the stairs. I’m still in his arms, but he moves as if I weigh nothing.

He’s down the hall, in his room, and tossing me onto the bed in seconds.

“Remove the rest of your clothes and open your legs.”

God, this man and his orders.

I do as I’m told and watch as his hungry eyes take me in. He loves when I listen, and I love the reward I get when I do.

He pulls his shirt over his head, and I sigh at the sight of him. How did I let this man get by me so many times?

Then he strips his jeans and briefs off, standing in front of me completely naked with his hard-on in his hand.

The first time with someone is usually nerve racking and can make someone a little shy, but with Miles, it’s not like that at all.

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