Page 124 of Rock Me All Night
"You okay?" he asks.
"Show me."
He presses his palm flat against my back. "Look at me."
I pry my eyes open. He's staring at me, staring through me. It's like he can see inside me, see how close I am to crumbling.
"You don't look okay." His voice is just as soft and sweet as his touch.
"Don't pretend it matters to you."
"It does." He wraps his arms around me and holds me close. "You look like you're about to cry."
I press myself up, so we're eye to eye. "Show me, whatever that means, or drive me home."
He holds my gaze. It feels like forever passes, but it can't be more than a minute. Then, his eyes flutter closed, and his lips find mine.
It's the same kiss as before. One that would meanI love youin a normal relationship. His hands slide to my ass, his touch soft and delicate.
We're inches apart. His cock is just under my sex.
He takes my hips and guides me onto him. It's slow and gentle, and then he's all the way inside me.
I plant my hands on his shoulders and bring my body closer. We're face to face. Staring into each other's eyes. He keeps his grip on my hips, guiding my movements to drive his cock deeper inside me.
He stares at me like he loves me.
I close my eyes and press my lips into his. Soft. Sweet. Perfect. Or, it would be, if this whole situation weren't so hopelessly fucked.
He holds me close, shifting into me with a steady rhythm. His lips stay on mine. His tongue explores my mouth. It's gentle and delicate, like he wants more of me.
I kiss him back. I swirl my tongue around his. I rub my body against his. The pleasure builds in that same soft, slow way, until it's too much to take.
Miles breaks the kiss. He stares into my eyes, runs his hand through my hair. His pupils dilate. His fingers dig into my skin.
"Meg…" It's a soft groan, but it's filled with desire.
He keeps things slow. My sex clenches. More. More. More. It feels like it's going on forever, like it's never going to stop.
I press my lips into his, kissing him harder. But, still, he stays slow. He rocks into me. He holds me close.
The pressure inside me builds. More. More. More. It's so much. It's too much. An orgasm wells up in me. I moan into his mouth. More. I still need more. I kiss him harder, hold him closer.
Pleasure rocks through me, all the way to my fingers and toes. But I'm greedy, and I still want more.
I dig my hands into his hair. I squeeze my thighs against his. I rock my hips to meet him.
Miles groans into my mouth. His fingers dig into my skin. He thrusts ever so slightly harder. Pleasure wells up in me again. It's faster this time, more intense.
He breaks the kiss. Stares into my eyes. Nervous energy passes through me. He's inside me. I'm about to come. But the way he's staring at me… I've got no clue what it means.
I stare back. I dig my nails into his shoulders.
Pleasure floods my body. I can't fight it anymore. I cry out as an orgasm spills through me, mixing up all the feelings inside me, so I'm half in ecstasy, half in hell.
He holds me tightly, thrusting into me with that same perfect rhythm. I hold his gaze, groaning as another orgasm builds.
He moans, still holding me tightly, still thrusting into me. A shudder runs through his body. Almost. His teeth sink into his lip.
