Page 41 of Rock Me All Night
Anticipation spreads through my thighs and pelvis. I sink into his body, grinding my crotch against his. My nerves slip away. There's no room for nerves in my brain. There's no room for anything but the overwhelming desire to touch Miles and have him touch me.
It feels so fucking good, being in this moment, thinking about nothing but this moment.
His voice is heavy. "I've been dying to get my hands under that dress all night."
He needs this too. It relaxes me, makes me forget he holds all the cards.
Miles pulls the straps off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. No bra tonight. I don't need a bra in a dress that hugs me as tightly as this one does.
His eyes go wide. His pupils dilate. "Damn." The pad of his thumb brushes against my nipple. "Better than I remembered."
I swallow hard. He was thinking about me when he was alone?
"What do you remember?" I ask.
"The taste of your skin." He pulls me closer and presses his tongue against my nipple.
Damn, that feels good. I dig my fingers into his shoulders. He groans against my skin as he teases my nipple with his tongue.
I barely manage to form words. "Is that all you remember?"
He swirls his tongue around my nipple. Sensation overwhelms me. Every flick of his tongue sends pleasure straight to my core. He can take as long as he wants to respond if he keeps doing this.
Hell, he can give up words forever if he keeps doing this.
His teeth scrape against my nipple. I gasp reflexively. It hurts just enough to feel amazing.
He pulls his mouth away and replaces it with his fingers. "And that sound you make."
"You like it?"
"No. Ilovehearing you groan. Want to hear it every fucking day."
He pinches my nipple, just hard enough that it barely hurts. Desire shoots through me. I groan. His pupils dilate. His lips press together. He does love it.
I love it.
Finally, we can really agree on something.
This is far too much thinking.
I need to stop thinking.
I grind against Miles. He groans as he brings his mouth back to my chest. He sucks on my nipple. Soft then hard then soft again.
My body floods with pleasure. He's too good at this.
Miles pulls my dress up, over my hips, stomach, chest. I lift my arms to help him. Then the garment is a heap on the floor.
I'm in nothing but panties.
He shifts our bodies. I'm flat on my back. He's on top of me, his hips pressed against mine, pinning me to the bed. His cock is against my clit. Only there's all this fabric in the way.
I've always hated fashion. Right now, I loathe it. He shouldn't be allowed to wear clothes. At least not in my apartment.
I reach for the button of his jeans. "You're wearing too many clothes."
He smiles. I'm not sure if it's smug or playful or confident. All three maybe. Right now, I feel at ease. Like he's not pushing or prodding me. Like he wants me comfortable, wants my pleasure. After all, he thinks about my breasts and the sounds I make when he touches me.
