Page 12 of You, Me, and Forever

He chuckled as his fingers moved to the hem of my white tee, and he tugged it over my head and tossed it on the floor. I struggled to get the button open on his dress shirt before he tore the shirt open, followed by the sound of buttons clanking against the wood floors.

“You’re not the most patient man, are you?” I gaped at him as he pulled the shirt from his body and let it drop to the floor.

“Patience isn’t my strength.” His hands moved behind my back, and he unbuttoned my bra before gently sliding it down my shoulders. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Has anyone ever looked at me the way this man is looking at me right now?

It wasn’t that I thought I was unattractive, but this man was looking at me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Maybe this was just how people acted with one-night stands. All the flattery and all the praise before you walk away and never speak again.

And I’m here for it.

Yes, I was still slightly intoxicated.

Yes, I would probably be mortified tomorrow morning that I’d done this.

But right now—I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

How long had it been since a man had made me feel good?

Since a man had made me feel wanted?

Since a man had made me feel anything?

He leaned down and flicked my hard peaks with his tongue before swirling around the tip and then covering each breast with his mouth. I was floating on air from my orgasm, and this was almost too much.

“Myles,” I groaned. “Do you have a condom?”

He pulled back to look at me, studying me like I was a puzzle that he wanted to solve, which was making it hard to focus on the giant penis that was pointing right at me.

There was something in his gaze.

Hesitation, maybe.

My heart raced because I was fairly certain that he was about to reject me.

“You’ve never had sex with someone that you weren’t dating, have you?”

Um ... hello, buzzkill.

“What? That doesn’t matter, I want this.” I reached out and wrapped my hand around his erection and stroked him a few times, and he groaned. My mouth watered at the sight of him, where he hovered on his knees above me. I’d never been a big fan of the blow job, but for whatever reason, I was desperate to wrap my lips around him.

“You can’t look at me like that, with your hand wrapped around my cock, and lick your lips.” His voice strained as he spoke.

I shifted down lower on the bed, positioning myself just beneath him, before angling him toward my lips.

I wrapped my arms around his hips and pulled him forward as I took him in between my lips, inch by inch.

This was by far the most erotic thing I’d ever done. I watched his arms flex above me as he held himself there, and he shifted his hips forward and then back.

Slowly at first.

He let me set the pace as I kept my hands on his hips and guided him.

In and out.

His breathing escalated, and a groan left his mouth.

And I took him deeper.

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