Page 107 of Loving You

Why does his touch feel like I’m on a high?

It’s hard to make connections with people when you aren’t sticking around, but this, with Miles—it’s different.

Even though we never spent time getting to know one another, I know him, and he knows me. The tension between us was bound to snap, even more so after that night in my room.

Add in the fact we decided to play fake boyfriend and girlfriend and I’d be lying if it weren’t in the back of my mind somewhere that this is where we would end up again.

But right here in the kitchen, I can confidently say I didn’t imagine this.

Since the buttons on my shirt don’t go all the way down, he moves his hands from my hips to my stomach, slipping them under my shirt.

Then he rips it over my head.

“Fuck, that’s so much better.”

Miles reaches down to grip behind my thighs, picking me up as if I weigh absolutely nothing, and sets me on top of the island. Each hand grips a knee as he kisses me hard.

He spreads my legs and stands between them.

Fuck, that was hot. I like that. I like it a lot.

And yet, I’d like it a whole lot of more if he weren’t wearing pants either.

“Lift your butt,” he breathes into my ear, and I don’t have to think twice. I do as I'm told, and he grins, pulling off my underwear.

“Ohhh, god, are we really doing this again?” I ask. It comes out all breathy and wanting and the hungry look in his eye tells me he knows me all too well.

“If by this you mean I’m about to bury my face between your legs until you come all over my tongue and lose all ability to control yourself, yes, we are doing this.”

The thump of my heart picks up with every word that leaves his mouth. I want all of that. Consequences be damned and he knows it.

“Now,” he says and sits at one of the island chairs, his face lined up with where my butt sits on the edge. “Put your legs on my shoulders and show me your beautiful pussy. I’ve missed it and have been waiting to see her again.”

I want to argue. I want to tell him that even though I told him I liked to be bossed around, it doesn’t always mean he’s going to get his way, but right now I don’t do any of that. I want my way, and my way says to take the orgasm I know he’s about to give me and save the arguing for later.

I do as he’s instructed and watch as he takes me in.

His tongue slips from his mouth to lick his lips, and the small gesture makes me moan.

The throaty sound is like a signal to lose all control, because he grips my thighs, jerks me closer, and buries his face between my legs.

“Oh, shit, yes,” I call out, dropping from my hands to myforearms. The movement raises my hips just slightly, but that doesn’t stop Miles.

Nope.

He continues to feast as if someone were timing him, sending him racing for the finish line.

“Miles,” I cry out when his pace only increases. I balance on one arm so that I can slide my fingers through his hair. My head tilts back with another moan.

“Oh, this feels so good,” I say.

“Enjoy it, baby, because once I’m inside of you, nothing is going to feel as hypnotizing as the way my cock is going to stretch and fill you.”

His words send a shiver through my body.

I want that, too.

So, so badly.

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