37. Zoe

37

ZOE

As much as I loved the dominant energy that Miles had when we were intimate, tonight, I needed to be the one in control. Something inside of me had a burning desire to be the one calling the shots. I wanted to be in the driver's seat, not just along for the ride, no matter how amazing the ride was.

I broke our kiss and lifted my hands to his chest, pushing away from him as I stepped back.

"What's wrong?" he asked with genuine concern in his eyes.

"I want you in bed."

His eyes darkened as I turned the water off before stepping out of the shower. Miles followed behind me. He grabbed a towel and wiped me off before drying himself. The next thing I knew, he picked me up and carried me into his room. Once we reached the bed, he lowered me onto it, and he moved above me. His mouth claimed mine once again.

As easy as it would be to give into his control and let him take the lead, something inside of me wouldn't let me surrender. I wrapped my legs around his and placed my hands between our bodies on his chest and pushed up. He rose onto his forearms, looking down at me. When he did, I shifted my hips, maneuvering his body in an attempt to reverse our positions so I was above him. A slow smile spread on his face as he allowed me to flip him on his back, so I was straddling him. He stared up at me with amusement as I moved my hands between our bodies and curled my fingers around his thick member. I began to rub him up and down.

His hands moved to my thighs, and he let out a low groan that told me he liked what I was doing. The response emboldened me to keep going, to keep taking the pleasure I so desperately wanted from him.

I pressed his engorged head against my opening before sliding it up to my swollen, sensitive clit. His fingertips dug into my thighs as I began to move my pussy up and down his shaft, my feminine lips sliding against his taut velvety skin.

"Fuck, that is so hot," Miles gritted out.

With each pass, the swirl of tension low in my belly increased until my body began to ache to be filled. I lifted up and lined his tip up with my slit, then leaned forward, resting one hand on his chest as I slowly lowered down. The pressure of his mushroom head as it broke the barrier of my entrance sent a shock of tingles through me. I stilled as my body pulsed around him.

"Fuck," he hissed through a clenched jaw as his hands gripped me even tighter. "You are so tight."

I knew that tomorrow there would be bruises where his fingers were grasping me. Just the thought of visible evidence of our night together caused my inner walls to pulse once again. The contracting muscles acted as a suction pulling his cock further inside of me, and I gasped.

As much as I wanted to draw this out as long as possible, there was another part of me, a desperate, greedy part that wanted to take all of him in one forceful thrust.

His left hand moved to my face. He cupped my cheek as his pointer and middle finger slid into my mouth. I sucked them down to their knuckles before he drew them out and spread my saliva, tracing his touch around my areola. He began to pinch my nipple with his forefinger and thumb. As he did, pleasure built in my core, and I sank down onto him. He continued tweaking my pebbled nub, and my hips began to move up and down in a steady rhythm.

As I braced myself on his chest, his right hand moved to my hip, and he started guiding me. His other hand continued pressing his finger into my mouth to wet his digit before alternating his touch on my breasts, making them slick so he could easily tease them.

The faster I moved, the greater the tension built. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on the feeling that was just out of reach, hoping to grasp it. My nails dug into the muscular planes of his chest as the sounds of our labored breathing surrounded us.

"That's it, come for me," he rasped as he squeezed my beaded knots of flesh even tighter, sending a sharp sting straight to my core.

I cried out at the surge of arousal. My body was so close, but it was also tired. I could feel my thighs and arms shaking from exhaustion. I opened my eyes and looked down into his. As much as I'd wanted to be the one in control, I also knew my body's limits.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

I nodded, and the next thing I knew, he lifted me off him. I was being flipped on my side, and Miles was behind me. He tugged me close to him, spooning me. One of his arms was beneath me, wrapped around my waist, while the other ran along my thigh. He lifted my leg up and inserted his thigh between them. Once my thigh rested on his, I felt his fingers glide along the seam of my sex.

The sensation of the roughened pad of his fingertip slipping along my folds sent a burst of bliss exploding in my core.

"You are so wet. I love how wet you get for me," he whispered, his lips brushing against the rim of my ear.

He continued his intimate massage until my inner walls were pulsating with need, begging for him to be inside of me. When I felt the pressure of his cock at my opening, my fingers laced through his hand that was wrapped around my belly.

He pushed inside of me slowly. So slowly, I could feel the ridge of his dome.

His arm tightened around me as he eased into me until he was embedded completely; then he stilled. I could feel my inner walls contracting around his steel-hard shaft as it throbbed heavily.

"I wish it could always be like this," I whimpered needily.

His finger began to swirl around my clit as he pulled out of me and pushed in again. Then again. And again. Each time with more force.

"It can," he rasped against my ear. "It can always be like this."

A tear fell down my face as he began to flick my clit, and my orgasm rushed through me like the white-water rapids. Tingling bursts of pleasure coursed through me. Fiery sensations flooded my system as Miles surged into me one last time. I could feel his body tense against me as he went up and over the edge.

As I floated back from the heights of release, my heart still beat erratically as the final ripples of release echoed in my body. When they finally subsided, I began to get up so Miles wouldn't see me cry, but he pulled me to him. "Do you have to go home?"

Say yes , I told myself. You wanted to see Miles. You saw him. Now you should leave.

"No."

"Stay with me. Tonight."

This was a bad idea. I had feelings for Miles. Real feelings. And he was leaving to go back to Los Angeles in less than a week.

I nodded, and he pulled me back against his chest, snuggling his face into the crook of my neck. His hand rubbed up and down my leg as he whispered, "I'm really glad you came to see me. I want to be the person you come to. I want to be the person who makes your bad days good. Who makes you smile. I want to be your person. If you let me, I'll always be your person."

He kissed the top of my head, and I snuggled into him and pretended to fall asleep. For tonight, he was my person. And that had to be enough.