Page 107 of Here and Now
Then he moves lower, kissing all the way down as he goes.
He undoes the button of my jeans, then leans up, hooking his fingers and pulling them and my panties down. I lift my hips to help, and then I’m bare to him.
Completely naked and at his mercy.
“You’re so beautiful, Penelope.” I feel beautiful when he looks at me. “Now, you said you wanted me to touch you everywhere. Do you want that still, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
He grins at my immediate reply. His fingers move to my clit, and he puts just a small amount of pressure there. “You’re so wet.” He slides up and down my seam before pushing a finger inside. “Sotight.”
“It’s been a long time,” I confess. My heart pounds as I stretch, trying to open myself to him.
“Well, I better make sure you’re ready.” He continues to pump his finger in and out before adding another. There is a tight pressure, but it feels so good.
“Miles?” He looks up at me. “Take off your clothes, please.”
“That’s a request I’ll happily comply with.” He pulls out of my body and I feel the loss, the desire for more. To be full—with him.
He climbs off the bed and I sit up on my elbows—watching. I love that he doesn’t look away from me. We watch each other as he moves his hand to his pants, unbuttoning and then sliding his jeans off.
I wait for the next item to go, but he stays put.
“You’re forgetting something,” I say with a smirk.
Miles is at the end of the bed a second later, and his fingers wrap around my ankles, pulling me to the edge. I gasp in surprise, and then his hands are framing my face. “I want you to do it. I need to know this is happening and you want this.”
I’m pretty sure I’ve been clear about that, but I want to touch him too. “Okay.”
With shaking hands, I inhale and then pull his boxer briefs down. His erection springs free, and he pulls my chin up and his green eyes are like glass. I can see through him, see the desire and the hope that lies just beneath the surface.
“If you don’t like something or want to stop, just tell me,” he says carefully.
“I don’t want to stop.”
Then he drops to his knees. “Lie back and open for me.”
“You don’t have to.”
Miles grins. “Oh, I want to. I want it more than drawing my next breath. I want to taste you, and have you fall apart on my tongue. You’ll come for me, and then I’m going to do it again. Lie back, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.”
It sounds like a freight train in my head as my pulse races faster, but I lie back as instructed. This wasn’t something my ex ever did, even though he demanded I do it to him.
I’m not sure how to be with someone who is this giving.
Miles pushes my legs farther apart and hovers there. His warm breath is against my core, and I’m shaking with both anticipation and fear.
“I want to see your eyes, Penny. I want you to watch me worship you.”
“I can’t,” I confess. It’s too much. I can’t watch him do it.
“You can. Push up on your elbows and keep your eyes on me.”
His voice is like sandpaper against wood. It’s rough and scratchy, but smooth at the end.
My stomach drops, but I do it. I lean up on my elbows and meet his gaze. “Good girl.”
Why does that cause my entire body to tighten?
