Page 39 of Chasing You

“Yes, sir.”

He runs a hand over his jaw. “Fucking hell,” he shakes his head, “you’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”

I grip the waistband of his shorts, letting my finger roam just inside it. “At least you’ll die a happy man.”

“I’ll be in heaven before I even cross the border.” I giggle again at our absurdity, at the fact that when I first met him, Miles seemed so unsure of himself, and now his confidence radiates off him, it’s almost intimidating. If it were anyone else, it might be, but Miles and intimidating don’t really go together.

I close my fingers around his waistband and pull, slowly exposing more and more of him until his hard cock springs free and his shorts fall to the floor.

“Holy…” I mutter. “I think I’m the one in heaven.”

He chuckles, and like always, it’s the most wonderful sound, but it’s even better now that he’s naked.

I close my hand around the base of his dick, feeling the weight of it in my hand, wondering how it will feel inside of me and immediately wanting nothing more.

“What do you want to do? You’re the boss,” he says.

“I want to see what it feels like to be completely full of you. I don’t want to know anything else.”

“Well,” he says, climbing onto the bed, sending me crawling backward. “I can do that.”

I lay back on the pillows I left on the bed, instinctively opening my legs for him, my pussy still wet from earlier.

Miles fits perfectly between my legs. He sits back on his heels, fitting the condom over his cock before he settles over me. “Do you want it like this?”

I shake my head against the pillow, fighting a grin. “I want it however you want to give it to me, hotshot. Just get inside me. Now.”

He presses a tender kiss to my lips as he presses into me in one steady stroke. I cry out, not in pain, but in ecstasy. “Miles.”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah.” I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist to keep him close. “That’s more than okay,” I moan. “That’s… Yeah,” I lose the ability to speak as Miles starts moving in and out, his body moulding to mine, his length fitting so perfectly within me, it feels nothing short of flawless.

“God, you feel incredible,” he says before bringing his head down to meet mine, our lips meeting in a searing kiss. My body moves in rhythm with his, our hips in a dance, bringing us together in a way I’ve never felt before. I wrap my arms around his neck, my hands in his hair, and my body melting into his. This feeling floods my system, and it’s not desire, it’s not heat, it’s not even longing. It’s safety.

I feel safe wrapped up in this man, safer than I’ve ever felt being held by a man I’ve known for only a month, but who I feellike I know better than anyone, and who I think knows me better than anyone too.

I bring my lips back to his, trying to make him feel everything that I do through my kiss. It feels as though he can understand me, because he kisses me back with desperation, pushing further into me until there is nowhere left to go. As if he knows that same feeling, as if he wants to be even more consumed by it than either of us already are.

I moan as he reaches my innermost walls, sparking nerves I didn’t know existed.

“I don’t know what this feeling is,” he says in between slow thrusts. “But I don’t ever want to give it up.”

I scrape my fingernails over his shoulders, digging into him. “Then don’t.”

He just nods, before pulling completely out of me. “Turn around.”

I mourn the loss of feeling him inside me, but don’t waste any time as I follow his instructions, laying face down on his bed.

“Oh my god, Marina,” he says, his tone suddenly serious.

“What?”

“Your back.” I look over my shoulder to see him looking at me with concern lacing his eyes. “It’s grazed from the concrete. I am so sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“It’s okay,” I say, but the look in his eyes doesn’t falter, it just deepens as his gaze jumps to my back once again.

“Miles,” I grab his hand and pull him down to meet me. “I’m okay, it’s okay. I didn’t even feel it.”

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