Page 34 of Heart Set on You

“Yes,” she breathes, and I waste no time lifting the fabric over her head. She’s wearing a lace bra that is basically see-through and it’s enough to get my dick twitching in my jeans.

There’s nothing slow about the way we take the rest of each other’s clothes off, dropping them to the floor. We undress one another as quickly as we can until we are down to our underwear. Rylee’s gorgeous breasts are hidden behind that sexy lace bra. It goes next. I want to take my time with her lace panties once I get her laid out on the bed.

I watch her eyes travel from my shoulders down to the bulge in my briefs, taking me in, inch by inch. I grow even harder, loving the way she’s looking at me. I reach around for her ass, palming each cheek in my hands, squeezing and massaging her over the lace of her panties. She moans and I come undone, unravelling with her every sound.

Slowly, I back her up towards the queen size bed. When the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress, she sits down, and I work to ease her back to the center of the bed. My body hovers over top of hers, placing a knee on either side of her hips and I rock into her with my erection. I’m painfully hard and even through the two thin layers of clothing separating us, I have to fight to keep myself together. I pause for a minute to regain control.

“Miles, don’t stop,” she says, an edge of desperation in her voice.

I dip down to kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth, licking against her. “I wish I didn’t have to,” I admit, squeezing my eyes shut and tilting my head towards the ceiling.

She chuckles then reaches for my face, pulling me closer so our mouths are mere millimeters away. “Kiss me.”

I give her what she wants.

Then I roll my hips again while my hands cup her breasts, my fingers brushing over her pebbled nipples, watching her shiver. She’s gazing up at me through hooded eyes, moving her hips against me in slow, languid circles. I bend down to kiss her mouth, then drag my tongue along her jaw to right below her ear. I nibble on her earlobe and she responds with a shiver.

“Tickles?” I ask, doing it again.

She squirms underneath me. “Yes. Now stop it and make me feel good.”

“I promise you, Rylee, no one will ever be able to make you feel better.”

Her cheeks flush the palest shade of pink and I slide down her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses over her bare skin. I start at the base of her neck, moving down the center of her chest. I take my time taking each breast in my mouth, sucking and teasing until I move lower, down her abdomen, to the only fabric left on her body. I drag her pale pink lace panties over her hips and down her thighs as her breath catches.

“Fuck, you are perfect.”

Her skin is bronze, her legs long and toned. Her jade green eyes are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

“So are you.” She sits up and meets me in the middle of the bed. We’re both on our knees when she runs a finger down the center of my chest down to the waistband of my boxer briefs. “These need to go.”

She doesn’t move an inch, shamelessly watching me tug my briefs down to my knees, freeing my dick from my boxers. I’m hard and heavy and ready for her when her hand wraps around me, stroking my length with slow, even strokes. I groan and I swear it comes from somewhere deep down in my soul. Her soft hand gliding up and down my shaft is fucking heaven.

“Mmm…” I moan, tipping my head back. “That feels so good.”

She adds a second hand, speeding up her rhythm, lighting me up like I’m on fucking fire. Her bottom lip slips under her teeth and my pulse speeds up.

I growl and bite her neck, then I soothe it with my mouth, sucking and tonguing her skin while she groans. It’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.

Wanting to make her feel just as good, I reach between her thighs and stroke her. She moans as I trace my fingers over her most sensitive parts. Her eyes float closed when I insert one finger and then another until she’s begging in two-word sentences. Right there. Oh God. Don’t stop. God, yes.

Kissing her shoulder, I watch her skin pebble under my touch. One of her hands moves to my shoulder, clawing me like she’s holding on for dear life. Its pleasure and pain in the most wonderful of ways.

“Oh God,” she breathes.

“Not yet, Ryls. Not until I’m inside you. Hang on, baby.”

I move my hand away from her center and the grip she has on my dick stills. “You tease,” she pouts, and her brows furrow, and I almost feel bad. Almost.

“I promise you it will be worth it.”

“Promises, promises,” she says with a sexy grin.

A minute later, she’s lying on her back, cheeks flush, and I’m kneeling between her legs. Right where I’ve been dying to be for weeks. I’m thanking fuck for the condom I keep in my wallet as I cover up quickly, then hike up one of her knees.

“Rylee. If this isn’t okay, you need to tell me now,” I tell her, making sure we’re on the same page.

“Would you stop talking and fuck me?” I laugh, surprised and thrilled at her response. She reaches for my dick between her legs and softly strokes me, guiding me towards her entrance.

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