Page 66 of Reckless

Miles wanted to laugh but instead, he turned slightly to do as she’d suggested. “Whatever makes this easier on you,” he managed to say around a tongue that felt four sizes too big for his mouth.

She helped him out of his shoes and then slid his pants and shorts off his legs before she moved back.

“Wait.” He managed to make his rubbery legs walk him over to the couch and grab a pillow from it that he handed to her. “So your knees won’t hurt.”

Harlow had been in the bedroom as he’d read that damned interview, trying to figure out what the hell to do about everything when she’d realized all of that outside shit could wait. She had this brief time with him, and she’d be damned if she allowed Gloria or anyone connected to her to ruin that.

He’d gotten her all sexed up and silly before they’d left for dinner, and she had every intention of making good on his promises. She had a few promises of her own to keep and as she’d been thinking about how powerful it made her feel when she sucked his cock, Harlow had gotten rid of all her clothes, put the shoes back on and decided to take Miles’s attention from anything in the universe but her.

He was so hard the surface of his skin seemed to buzz just slightly, as if his sexual energy was a tangible thing. She wanted him to know just because some chick he nailed a while years before she came along didn’t have the power to lessen anything between them. Sophia might want to cash in on her knowledge of this piercing, she thought as she played along it in ways she knew drove him crazy, but Harlow loved the way she made him feel.

This was none of anyone’s business but theirs.

She cupped his balls and slowly sucked him into her mouth, careful not to snag on the metal but giving enough pressure she rocked the piercing from side to side.

He snarled her name as she took him as deeply as she could and pulled back, swirling her tongue around the head before swallowing him again.

Over and over, she took him deep and pulled nearly all the way free only to do it again and again and again. The muscles in his thighs began to tremble and his hips began to thrust as he lost his control bit by bit.

“Stop,” he said in a harsh whisper as he tunneled his fingers through her hair, tugging.

Without moving, she flicked her gaze up and locked to his. The connection of that moment clicked into place.

“I want to fuck you,” he managed to say, though she heard his breathlessness.

“Plenty of time for that,” she told him before she licked across the crown without breaking eye contact.

He groaned, but she knew he’d lost motivation to make her stop. As if he didn’t have excellent recovery time? He’d be inside her soon enough. But she was in the middle of something she had no plans to stop until he came.

What the fuck had he done to deserve her? On her knees, his cock in her mouth, greedy for him to the point she refused to let go.

The naked carnality of the picture of this woman pouring all her sensuality into him rendered him slightly faint and certainly not in the sort of control he usually was when he wanted to sex her up.

He was at her mercy. And what mercy it was as each lick and suck, each nibble and tug combined to absolutely devastate him. His climax began to tingle in the balls of his feet as a flush seemed to flow from his scalp to his cock while he clenched his jaw, attempting to hold back. Wanting to draw out every single second of this absolute pleasure until there was nothing else to do but let go as he came so hard his teeth tingled.

He thrust his hips, meeting her mouth in long strokes as he came.

She continued until he finally pulled back and turned to the side. The sensation rolling through him in wave after wave of hypersensitive pleasure, ebbing just slightly until he had the presence of mind to bend, grab her upper arms and haul her up to her feet so he could kiss her.

“My turn,” he said between kisses as he maneuvered them both to the couch. “Going to eat your pussy right now and while you’re still juicy and fluttering from climax, I’m going to bend you over the couch like I’ve been wanting to.”

“Shirt off,” she mumbled as he pushed her to sit.

Not bothering with finesse, he pulled halves apart, sending buttons flying. She protested but once he fell to his knees in front of where she sat, she quieted, her pupils so large they nearly swallowed all the color.

Her skin was velvet soft as he kissed his way up from her very pretty shoes, pausing to lick behind her knee before continuing to her pussy. Miles breathed over that sensitive skin but didn’t quite touch, instead starting at the other ankle and kissing up that leg.

Then he spread her labia, exposing all that sweet, slick flesh, dark pink with her desire. “Look at you. So pretty and so, so wet.”

Her hands fisted, grabbing the edge of the couch cushion as he took a slow, leisurely lick, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue until she gasped and then growled, tipping her hips slightly to get more friction.

“Patience. We’ll get there, I promise. Let me love you,” he murmured, his mouth against her.

He kissed up her belly, up to her breasts. So fucking sexy. Her nipples hard, drawn tight, called to him. “Can’t forget these,” he said before he sucked hard, flicking his tongue back and forth until she squirmed, her hands on his shoulders as she slid her fingers up his neck and then into his hair.

The scent of her rose between them and he wanted to rub all over her to cover himself in it.

Sex with Harlow was never boring. She never gave anything but everything. Their connection seared through him as he realized it had changed his perspective in ways he’d probably still be discovering years from then.

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