Page 12 of Dear Wedding Planner
Miles steps up onto the bed, caging me in between his legs. He reaches up and holds onto the canopy bar above my bed as he swivels his hips as though he's dancing to some music only he hears. I sit up and run my hands up his muscular thighs and over his cock. I grip him gently and stroke him up and down.
“You aren’t playing fair,” he groans and jumps back down to the floor in front of me.
“Will this help?” I ask, standing and brushing my body against his. I lift my arms and turn so he can see the zipper of the dress sewn into the side.
Miles tugs gently on the zipper until it’s down as far as it will go. I lower my arms and let the spaghetti straps slip from my shoulders and the silk dress puddles at my feet. I stand still as his heated gaze moves down my body.
“You,” he rasps out as he holds his hand over his heart. “You take my breath away.”
I feel powerful in my curves, knowing that Miles appreciates every part of me. He pulls me into his arms, and I rest my cheek against the warm skin of his chest. Miles runs his hands up my back and unhooks my strapless bra. I reach between us and unbuckle his pants, letting them fall to the floor next to my dress. He leans down and wraps his hands around the back of my thighs and lifts me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper into his ear.
My request is met with a deep rumble of pleasure from his chest. Miles moves up onto the bed and lays me down on the pillows. His fingers dip beneath the sides of my panties, and he tugs the fabric down and off my legs. My knees drop apart, giving him a full view of my aching center.
I nearly cry out when he brushes his fingertips down my inner thigh and over the slick folds of my pussy.
“You’re wet for me,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nod and plead, “I need you.”
Miles leans down and kisses up my inner thighs, over the soft curve of my stomach the heavy swell of my breasts. He pauses to allow for his hot mouth to lick and suck on each sensitive nipple. I arch off the bed, not wanting to lose the feeling of his tongue on me when he leans back.
"I'm going to take my time worshiping the perfection of your body later, but right now, I need it hard and fast.”
“Yes,” I moan, as my fingers press against my clit to help ease some of the pleasurable pain coursing through me.
Miles tugs how his boxer briefs and situates his hips between my thighs. I close my eyes, and he rubs his cock up and down my wet folds, building up the pressure inside me that is nearly all-consuming.
“You ready?” he asks into my ear.
I nod once before he pushes his cock deep inside me. “Oh god!” I scream out.
Miles gives my body only a moment to adjust to his thick length before he starts working his dick in and out of me, slowly at first but then quickly picking up the speed. It doesn’t take long for me to feel the pleasure build up inside. My brain is on sensory overload as Miles’s hips piston hard into my body.
I lose myself to my release, screaming his name, but he doesn't stop. I don't ever want him to stop. This feeling is unlike anything I've ever experienced in my life. Miles inside me is my new drug, and I will never not want a fix.
I can feel another orgasm begin to grow inside me. I manage to hold off the release until I feel Miles tense above me and we both come undone. The sounds coming from him are wild and untamed as he comes inside me. He slumps against me, his head on my chest as we both try to catch our breath.
“I love you,” he breathes out as he holds on to me.
I circle my arms around him and hold him tight. “I love you, too.”
I wait to see if the words feel wrong, like I'm saying them only because he's just given me two mind-blowing orgasms. But I feel only confidence that what I’m saying is truly what my heart feels. I feel at peace when I drift off to sleep with him in my arms.
