Page 131 of Rock Me All Night
He pins me to the wall again. I arch my back. I rock my hips into his. His erection is pressed against my stomach, and I want more of it. I want to feel him in my hands, my mouth, my sex.
He brings his hand to my chest and draws circles around my nipples, one at a time. I moan. I already need him so badly. He's the only thing that can free me.
"Miles, please."
"Mhmmm."
Every part of my body is begging for his touch, but his hands feel so good on my breasts. I'm an instrument, and I'm tuned to perfection. I lose track of everything but the pleasure. His touch is so light I can barely feel it. Somehow, that makes it more intense
Pleasure shoots through my body. I bite my lip. I rock my crotch into his.
"Please," I groan.
He slides one hand between my legs. Slowly, his fingertips skim my thigh. Then they're on me.
He lets out a low moan. "You're so fucking wet."
He brings his lips back to mine. His kiss is intense but steady. He strokes me again and again. I moan. I shake. I suck on his lips.
But he doesn't relent. My sex pangs. Almost.
I groan into his mouth, kissing him harder. I rock my hips to match his motions. Pleasure pools inside me. Almost. Yes, almost.
He rubs my nipple with his thumb. I can't do anything except moan and kiss him harder.
The pressure inside me builds. It's so much, so intense. I break away from his kiss to cry out.
"Miles," I groan.
An orgasm rushes through me. It's only good, only pleasure. I close my eyes and hold onto it as long as I can. My body is warm, relaxed, free.
My arms fall to my sides. He unhooks my bra and tosses it aside. Then it's my new dress. It's a heap on the floor.
His eyes find mine. They're heavy with lust like he's lost in this, too. Like he needs this as much as I do.
Somewhere deep inside, he hurts. For the next few minutes, I'll be the one to wipe it away.
I pull his shirt over his head and explore his body with my hands. Every inch of him is hard. His skin is warm, soft. It belongs against my fingers.
We belong together. Maybe our hearts and our heads are fucked, but our bodies are perfect together.
He undoes his jeans and kicks them to the floor. His boxers go with them.
He's naked. He's naked, and for now, he's mine.
Miles slides his hand under my thigh and wraps my leg around his waist. "I've never tried this before."
"You say that to all the girls you pin against the wall."
"No." He presses his lips against my neck. "Only you."
He takes my other thigh and wraps that leg around his waist. I'm airborne. I squeeze him with my thighs. I hug his shoulders.
His hands slide to my ass. He pulls me into position. My sex is hovering over his cock. Then we're there. His tip strains against me, teasing me.
I groan.
Is it really possible to need someone this much?
