Page 108 of Here and Now
Without averting his gaze from mine, Miles leans down and makes a long swipe against my core.
“Oh God,” I pant as the warmth from his tongue is felt throughout my entire body.
I watch him pleasure me. Licking, sucking, flicking his tongue, all while keeping our gazes locked. My climax is growing at lightning speed, and I’m running in the wind, everything spinning around me.
It’s so much. Too much and yet not enough.
My head falls back, unable to watch him any longer as it mounts, ready to push me over the edge, but he stops.
I gasp and meet his gaze.
“Watch,” he commands before I protest.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg.
His mouth is instantly back on me the moment my eyes meet his. His ministrations resume, his tongue swirling and adjusting the pressure. Then he starts to flick it and I’m moaning, gripping the sheets. “It’s too much. I can’t ... I need to ... please, please.”
My words aren’t even coherent, but I’m losing my sanity.
He doesn’t stop, and I use all my control to keep watching because, dear lord, if he stops now, I might just die.
Then he moans against me and I fall apart.
I bite down hard on my lip, knowing I have to control myself, but being so out of it at the same time. My fingernails will probably puncture the sheets with how hard I’m gripping them, but Mileskeeps going, relentlessly, as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
When my muscles finally relax, he stops and climbs up on the bed beside me, and the tip of his finger slides against the valley between my breasts. “You falling apart like that was the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m a disheveled mess.”
He shakes his head. “You’re gorgeous, all flushed and perfect.”
I roll onto my side and bring my hand to his chest. “We’re not done yet.”
“No, sweetheart, we’re not. We’re just getting started.”
“I want to touch you.” I push at his chest, rolling him onto his back, and he goes willingly. I run my hands down his abs, watching how the muscles ripple at my touch. “You keep telling me that I’m perfect, and then I look at you.”
He really is a masterpiece. All muscle and power that lies underneath a heart of gold. How the hell this man is single, I’ll never understand. Miles is the kind of man women dream of. He’s smart, funny, caring, and he looks like this.
“I’m glad you like what you see.”
I grin. “I do, very much.” I slide my hand lower. “Show me how you like it.”
I wrap my hand around his dick, and his hand covers mine. “Just like this.”
We move our hands up and down slowly at first. Then he tightens my grip and goes faster.
His other hand snakes up, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me close to him so our foreheads are touching.
I keep going, and when his hand falls away, I stop.
He releases my neck so I can pull back and look at him. “Did I do something?”
“Yeah, you are too good at this. But I want to be inside of you when I come, and if we kept that up, it wasn’t going to happen.”
I reach over to the bedside drawer. Hazel was being funny by bringing me condoms, but I’m eternally grateful for that.
“You’re sure?” He takes it from me.
