His mouth is soft, warm, so perfectly wet. That knot of pleasure inside me grows and grows, until it's so tight, so intense I scream.
The neighbors will pound on the walls. I don't care. I scream until I'm sure I'm breaking glass.
He licks me again, and it sends me over the edge. That knot unravels and pleasure washes through my body. My muscles relax, my legs flopping against the bed.
He drags his lips over my stomach, stopping at my breasts to draw circles around my nipples. "You're sexier than I remembered." He sucks on my nipple until I squeak.
He bites my nipple. Lust shoots through me again, washing away whatever thought was forming in my brain. Conversation… we have no use for that. The only appropriate sound is a throaty groan.
He moves to my other nipple and sucks gently. I moan, rocking my hips against him, scraping my nails against his back.
"I missed you," he says.
"You missed this."
"No." He flicks his tongue against my nipple. "I missed you." His hands plant around my shoulders, and he meets my gaze. "Do you believe me?"
He's staring at me, staring through me. But there's something in his gorgeous eyes—I do believe him.
"Fuck me," I breathe.
"Fuck, yes."
Miles cups my ass, bringing my body towards his. And there it is. The tip of his cock strains against my sex.
No condom. There's nothing between us. Nothing but our bodies joining.
He sighs as he enters me. Any hint of tension or doubt flees my body. This is exactly where I need to be. Hell, this is everything I need.
I arch my back and bring my legs to his chest, my ankles over his shoulders. It's tighter and deeper than it was before.
Miles kisses me. It's still needy, still desperate. He moans against my lips, his tongue swirling around mine, exploring every inch of my mouth.
He tastes like me.
He thrusts into me. I bring my hands back to his hair, holding him close.
Miles makes a move to pull his mouth off me, to groan or sigh or maybe scream my name, but I hold him close.
Right now, he's mine.
Right now, the world is beautiful.
I arch my back and rock my hips, pushing him deeper. He follows my lead. Faster. Harder. Deeper. So he's mine, and I'm his, and he's so deep inside me I might scream.
But I don't. I groan into his mouth, and I tug at his hair, and I kiss him like I'll never get another chance to kiss him again.
That knot returns. He feels so good inside me, and the more he shakes, the more he moans, the more his fingers dig into my skin…
The pressure inside me builds. It's so tight, so intense.
Miles pulls his mouth off mine. He groans into my neck, sending vibrations across my shoulders and back.
His eyes find mine. It's like I can see inside him, see all those things that make him hurt. It's too much. I press my eyes closed and kiss him.
He thrusts into me again, and again, moaning into my mouth, tugging at my hair. Everything inside me winds up until it's so, so tight. And then he's shaking, and he's screaming, and he's sinking his teeth into my skin.
Everything inside me releases in a wave of ecstasy. I hold him tightly, riding it as long as I can. He's there, too. His cock pulses inside me as he rocks me through another orgasm.