28. Chapter Twenty-eight

Miles had me naked, my chest pinned to the headboard, my knees under my belly. He was behind me, devouring every inch of soaked flesh between my thighs. He took my thoughts away. Closed off my doubts with thick layers of pleasure. The way he touched me made me forget, if only for now, that I was untouchable outside these walls.

When I'd come out of the bathroom and offered him this night with me, I'd thought he'd take it hard and fast. I hadn't expected hesitation. Nor for him to want to take his time once he gave in.

He had.

Slipping my panties off in slow motion.

Kissing me with the leisure of a man who had all the time in the world.

Studying my breasts like topographical maps. Licking and sucking them with the same enthusiasm he had for my cupcakes.

I couldn't even remember how I'd ended up on my front, only that Miles had taken complete control of my body, moving it into the position he wanted. I'd allowed it to happen because he made letting go the easiest thing in the world.

"I'm going to come," I panted. "Please, let me come."

He moaned against my skin and pulled my clit between his lips. I had no idea why I thought he'd tease me, but he didn't. He encouraged me, practically shoving me over the edge until I was clawing at the headboard and bucking against his mouth. It was so much, the tightness in my abdomen, his constant licking and humming. He wouldn't let up. I saw stars from the overwhelming power of it.

That was when he flipped me over, flat on my back. My legs went over his shoulders, and two of his thick fingers filled my fluttering channel. He curved them inside me, and my hips flew off the bed.

"Miles!" I yelled, the world turning to blinking stars. "Oh my god, Miles."

He'd found a raw spot inside me, and he wasn't letting it go. "There you go," he rasped from between my thighs. "That's a good girl. Keep coming for me, Daisy. Gonna wring you out."

I shuddered and writhed, fighting it because it was new and strange. The heaviness in my belly, the liquid heat flowing from within me to where his fingers laid waste to everything I thought I knew about my own pleasure.

He pressed and rubbed, licked and sucked. Pressure built inside me. I moaned for relief, wiggled my hips to escape or maybe to take more. Nothing helped. It had to happen. I had to let him do this to me. Resistance was only prolonging this sweet torture.

"Miles, I can't—" I raised my arm above my head to push on the headboard, bringing me closer, him deeper. He growled at me, and that did it—unpinned the grenade and pulled the plug. An explosion and a release at the same time.

I rocked sideways, screaming into the pillow beside my head as lava flowed from within me and my hips flopped on the mattress, out of my control. Slick arousal slid down my thighs and ass, and Miles' waiting mouth drank it like the finest honey.

"More," he demanded, his lips grazing my inner thigh.

"I really can't."

He'd wrung me out as promised. There was nothing left. Even if I'd wanted to come again—it was questionable—I didn't have anything to give. Two orgasms in a row was a record for me—and two orgasms like that? I'd never experienced anything like it.

"You can, Daisy-daze."

Gripping my thighs, he rolled and shifted us higher on the mattress. I barely knew where I was before he was yanking me down on his tongue and lapping at me again. My hands shot out to hold onto the headboard.

"No. This isn't—" I forgot what my complaint was about.

It might've been that he didn't want me sitting on his face, but he very obviously did. He had me pinned there, an iron-clad hold on my legs making movement impossible. The sounds coming from him as he buried his face in my folds were nothing short of euphoric. He wanted me here. He was having fun doing this. If he'd told me it was his favorite thing on earth, I would have believed him.

Miles deriving pleasure from pleasuring me made me lightheaded. Nails digging into the headboard, I ground myself against his tongue, trusting he would adjust me if he needed to. The way he groaned and lapped harder, I didn't think I was going anywhere anytime soon.

One orgasm rolled into another. Then another. Time lost meaning. The air was thick with my arousal. He explored me from beneath, touching me as he drove me mad with his mouth.

I'd thought I'd had nothing left, but Miles kept finding more. The world tilted, and he had me on my back again, kneeling at my knees. He shrugged his dress shirt off, discarding it behind him. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I watched his powerful form revealed little by little. Knowing I'd been sitting on his face while he had been fully dressed turned me on beyond reason. All of this was beyond reason.

"Come here," I rasped, my throat raw from screaming for him. "I want you."

"I'm not going to keep you waiting. Not after you were a good girl, painting my lips with your cream."

With heavy-lidded eyes, he dragged his fingertip beneath his lips and sucked on it. As if he were sucking me off his skin. Dear god, the way I'd come, he probably was.

His gaze never left me. Once his pants were off, his hands didn't either.

Lowering himself between my legs, the thick ridge of his cock wedged between my puffy lips, hitting my sensitive clit. He did this once, twice. On the third time, he pulled back and pushed in at a slightly different angle, the head of his cock breaching my entrance.

My mouth fell open, and Miles stared. This was it. We'd crossed so many lines, but this was the last one. The biggest one. If he tried to go back now, I'd chase him down. I couldn't think of anything more I wanted than for him to push the rest of the way inside me.

"Give me all of it, please," I begged.

"You're gonna get it," he promised, rearing back until he almost fell out of me.

His eyes on mine, he paused.

"Daisy," he whispered.

"Miles," I whispered back.

My heart jumped into my throat. I reached for him, clasping my fingers behind his neck. Our mouths met in a hot, wet kiss. I followed his lips, needing him to keep kissing me more than I needed breath.

He took my hips in his hands, giving me a brief second of warning before he plunged into me, splitting me in half. My mouth fell from his in a gasp, neck arching from the unimaginable fullness.

"Miles," I cried. "You—"

"Hold onto the headboard, Daisy. Gonna fuck you hard now."

He waited for me to reach up and wrap my fingers around the slats. It was all the consideration he gave before he let loose, our bodies colliding in a violent, carnal clash—movements of desperation and too-long ignored need.

He had control of me, pushing me onto his length as he drove into me, reaching depths that had never been explored. If I hadn't been soaked and softened from countless orgasms, he would have hurt me. As it was, he was already reshaping my insides, custom for him.

One hand came loose from the headboard, grabbing his rippling bicep. Nails digging into his taut skin, they made pinkened trails. He grunted, tossing his head to the side toward my raking hand. I brought it to his mouth, and his teeth caught the pad of my palm, digging in.

Not hurting me. Never hurting me.

Capturing my attention. Bringing my eyes to his mouth, his face.

He let me go, and I cupped his jaw. He leaned into my touch, watching my expression.

It wasn't just his cock carving me up, it was the feelings growing roots in my chest, spreading wide and wild. My nails were gentle in the scruff on his jaw, affection for this man like live wires beneath my skin, crackling hot and freely the longer his eyes stayed locked on mine.

He caught my palm again, placing sweet, firm kisses that made my eyes roll back and my breathing shudder.

"Miles, Miles, don't be sweet to me."

"Can't help it." He moved my hand down to touch where we were joined with him. Our fingers spread around his cock, painted with my arousal, spearing into me in long, powerful thrusts. "Never had better, Daisy. Never felt anything like your pussy sucking me in, begging me to stay. Need more of it. I'm never going to have enough of this."

It was just talk, but I let myself believe it. I let myself get dizzy from the headiness of it all. My eyes slammed closed, and I let myself immerse in the moment, as fleeting as it was.

He hooked my leg over his arm, lifting my hips off the bed, drilling deep into my core, finding that same raw spot as before, unleashing pure heat from within me. My stomach spasmed. My muscles seized. His name was on my lips when I came for the thousandth time.

He released my hand to roll my clit under his thumb, and I wrapped my fingers around the base of him, feeling him enter me again and again. He swelled in my hand, and his thrusts quickened.

"Come inside me," I slurred, drunk on this night, this man, the pleasure he was pouring into me. "Fill me up, Miles."

The noise emanating from his chest sounded like nothing short of torture. Ragged and pained, his grunt vibrated his bones and mine. Then he was pulsing in my hand and deep within me, filling me, relieving the echoing hollow inside me.

He took my face in his hands and planted his mouth on mine, kissing me slow and deep, his tongue winding around mine. Our kiss didn't break even when he rolled us, plastering me on top of him, his cock slowly slipping free from me as it softened.

Finally, we took a breath, his head falling back on a pillow, my chin resting on my arms. He leisurely stroked my lips and chin with his thumbs, peering at me through glassy, half-opened eyes.

"Did I just knock you up?" he asked.

A tired laugh broke free. "I hope so." He went still, and I laughed harder. "I'm kidding. I'm on the shot. There won't be any Miles juniors running around in nine months."

He expelled a long breath. "I like that you think my newborn sons would be so athletic like me, they'd be born running."

I shoved his face with my hand as affection for him bloomed thick gardens in my chest.

"Shut up, Miles."

He grew quiet, stroking my face and neck. I let my eyes flutter closed. It made accepting his intimate perusal of my face easier.

I couldn't quite lasso my feelings, but at least I was no longer numb.

Miles broke the thick silence. "You okay, Daisy?"

I cracked an eye open to look at him. "I'm good. You?"

He released my face to circle his arms around me. "Feeling like I won something."

This man…

I let my head fall on his chest, a smile tugging the corners of my mouth. "You did. First prize in the cunnilingus contest."

"Yes!" I felt him pump his fist. "I always wanted to win that."

"Proud of you," I murmured, my fingers sliding into the hair at his nape. "I'm going to take a little nap now."

His lips touched my forehead right before I slipped into sleep.

I woke to Miles behind me, his arms around me, one hand on my breast, the other working my clit. The clock on my bedside table said three a.m. The middle of the night.

I raised my knee, giving him room and permission. Another minute of rolling my clit, and he pushed into me. I was somewhere between dreamland and fully awake, and he kept me there, holding me, rocking me, his lips warm butterflies on the back of my neck.

Our fingers curled together over my breasts, over the thumping of my heart. His mouth slid to my ear, whispering how he hadn't been able to wait until morning to have me, that his cock had missed me, his skin had itched to be touching mine. I nodded, agreeing, because it felt right.

His body surrounded mine, almost fully on top of me now. Safe. So safe. He buried me into the soft, cloudy mattress, and I let him. Helpless to stop, hungry for more.

I came with barely more than a whimper, our hands joined beneath my chin. His pace quickened, thrusts became longer, deeper. He twisted my head, and his mouth touched mine. Soft at first, becoming swirls of easy passion when he had me in position.

Once he emptied himself in me and drank his fill from my mouth, he pulled the covers over our shoulders, carefully tucking us in.

"Goodnight, Cupcake."

"‘Night, Miles."

I fell asleep with my hand in his, safe and sound.