Page 38 of Chasing You

His hands let go of my legs, letting them be free to fall over his shoulders, my heels digging into his back trying to get him even closer than he already is with his face buried in my pussy.

He runs a finger down my sensitive skin before pushing it into me. “Oh, Miles,” I moan, my fingers digging into his scalp as he strokes me simultaneously. His finger from the inside and his tongue from the outside, his movements dragging me to the edge. I shamelessly grind against his face, chasing the feeling I can feel building in my core. I can feel all of my muscles tensing, waiting for what’s to come.

Miles doesn’t stop, his attention right where I need it. “Are you going to make a mess for me, princess?”

His words send me careening over the invisible ledge that was holding my orgasm at bay. I moan with every breath as my entire body lets go, my release hitting me in waves as Miles slows hismovements, but doesn’t stop them, not until my body goes limp on the concrete.

“That was fucking mesmerising.”

I laugh, my hand closing over my mouth as I giggle the adrenaline out of my body.

I hear the sound of water splashing, and a second later Miles is hovering above me, his body dripping water over me. “What’s funny, princess?”

“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head. And it’s true, every laugh gets stuck in my throat as I take in the sight above me. Miles’s hard body is dripping with water, water that’s landing in the exact spot that his mouth just left.

“Absolutely nothing.”

“I seem to recall you trying for the last month to get in my pants, do you plan on making good on that promise?”

“Are you asking me if I still want to fuck you, hotshot? Because I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to do anything more than I want to have you inside of me.”

He presses a kiss to my lips, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s sexy as hell. I grip his head with both of my hands, not giving him an escape.

“Are you on birth control?” he whispers into my mouth.

I shake my head. “I’ve never wanted to alter the way my body works.”

He presses another kiss to my swollen lips. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Marina. I have condoms in the bedroom.”

I raise my eyebrows, masking the warmth that floods my system at his words. “Then take me to the bedroom, baby.”

Those giggles erupt from my throat once more as he scoops me up off the concrete and into his arms, his steps steady as he walks us inside and straight to his bedroom.

He lays me down carefully on his bed before walking over to his dresser to get a condom. I take in the room around me, having never been in here before. It’s tidy, so clean you wouldn’t knowsomeone sleeps in here every night. It looks like it needs to be messed up.

I grab one of the pillows and throw it on the ground. Miles turns around, condom in his hand and his body still glistening with water, and I feel like I’m in a dream.

I grab another pillow and throw it beside the other.

“What are you doing?” he asks. His voice is low and gravelly and it makes heat pool between my legs.

“Making a mess.”

“Of my room?”

I nod. “Mm-hm.”

“And why is that?” He’s stalking closer with every word.

“It looks like it needs it,” I say simply.

Miles reaches the end of the bed and grabs me by the ankle, tugging me to meet him with a squeal.

I sit up, my face level with his six pack. He hooks a finger under my chin, bringing my gaze to meet his hungry one. “I’d rather you make a mess all over my cock than throw my pillows on the floor, if you don’t mind.”

My tongue darts out to my bottom lip.

“Can you do that for me, Marina?”

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