Page 17 of Mine to Love
He lowered his head and drew her nipple into this mouth through her clothing as he grabbed the back of her legs, hoisting her up onto the counter.
She curled her fingers over the island’s edge and stared at him as he tore off her shirt and dropped her bra to the floor. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. His fingers and tongue explored her breasts and the rest of her body exploded like a rocket ship hurling its way toward space.
Kissing his way down her belly, he quickly undid her jean shorts. Before she could suck in a deep breath, those were thrown across the room and two of his fingers were thrust deep inside while his tongue danced wildly over one nipple and then the other.
“Liberty, do you want me to stop?” Miles whispered.
“No,” she managed.
He continued to stoke her insides, rubbing his thumb over her throbbing clit with soft, expert strokes. He stared into her eyes, increasing the pressure, and adding a finger. “Let go for me, Liberty.”
She trembled, her breaths coming in shallow, gasping bursts. She couldn't believe how quickly she had surrendered to Miles' expert touch. She knew she was close, her climax building with each caress.
"Let go, Liberty," he whispered again, his voice low and gravelly. His eyes locked on hers, demanding and desperate, needy and raw.
And just like that, Liberty shattered. With a loud, keening cry, she released her control, her body convulsing and shaking.
“That was amazing.” Miles kissed her cheek. Her neck. He traced his wet fingers up her belly, around her nipple, and then licked them with a wicked smile. “Just like honey.”
She was putty in his hands and he’d rendered her absolutely speechless.
He took a step back, yanked his wallet from his back pocket, and pulled out a condom, setting it on the counter. “We can end this here, if you’d like.”
She swallowed. “No. I want more.” She slid her hand inside his jeans.
Miles' smile grew wider as she reached for him. He helped her pull his jeans down, revealing his taut, muscular form. As he stood before her, naked and ready, a sense of awe washed over Liberty. This moment, this connection, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
With trembling hands, she wrapped her fingers around him, feeling the familiar yet overwhelming sensation of his hardness in her palm. As she ran her hand over his length, his eyes never left her face. He kissed her deeply. Passionately. The intensityof the moment left her breathless, and her heart raced in anticipation of what was to come.
He eased back onto the kitchen chair, tearing open the condom and covering himself.
She climbed onto his lap, gripping his shoulders and taking him slowly until he rolled his hips, each movement eliciting a new wave of pleasure.
Their bodies seemed to align perfectly, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together. Liberty felt the sweat on their skin meld into one, their hearts beating in sync with each other's. She gazed into his eyes, seeing a world of love and lust, promise and desperation.
His hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she rode him. His breaths came in short, sharp gasps. Liberty felt the rhythm of their lovemaking intensify, the urgency and the tenderness of it all blending together in a perfect symphony of pleasure.
As Miles watched her, she could see a mix of emotions flit across his face—desire, tenderness, and something… something she couldn't quite put a name to. It heightened her senses, making every touch more intense, every kiss more passionate.
The heat between them was palpable. Their bodies glistened with sweat and desire. Liberty's movements became more frantic, her breaths shallow and ragged. Miles’ grip on her hips tightened. The rhythm of their bodies reached a crescendo, and Liberty felt as though she were flying, her world narrowing down to the two of them in this moment.
As the climax approached, a wave of euphoria surged through her system. She leaned in to kiss him, their tongues intertwining in a passionate embrace. Her orgasm exploded like the final few moments of fireworks on the Fourth of July. It was followed by Miles’ release, which tingled her insides, giving her another mini climax.
He wrapped his arms around her like a warm blanket as she did her best to catch her breath. It was a perfect mix of wild abandon, and something a little more.
He kissed her neck and ran his fingers up and down her back. It was so soft and tender. As if this was more than a fleeting moment.
A hookup.
Sex in the kitchen.
She froze. What the hell had she done?
He jerked his head back and cupped her chin. “Regrets already?”
She mustered up her best smile because there was no way she could honestly have any shame about what just happened. But it would be hard to move past it. “No.” She cupped his cheek. “I was simply brought back to reality and Gabriel wasn’t asleep when I left.”
“Ah. I see.” He kissed her softly. “I take it you want to go in case he’s looking for you or worried.”
