Page 125 of Rock Me All Night
Still, he moves with that same rhythm, slow and steady. He shakes, harder, harder.
His eyes stay glued to mine. I watch his face contorting. His breath gets heavier. His groans get lower, louder. He squeezes my hips. There. His eyes roll back as he comes.
He rocks into me one last time, and he fills me.
It sends me over the edge again. For a few moments, everything else fades away. I only feel the pleasure coursing through my fingers and toes. I only feel good.
My resolve fades. I collapse my body onto his, trying hard to hold onto everything that feels good.
Miles relaxes into the seat. He squeezes me tighter, holds my body against his.
His heart is pounding against his chest, against my chest. His breath is in my hair. This means something, I'm sure of it. But I've got no clue what that something is.
